Wild Horse Breeding Season!

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  • Asha looks like the mare only she is not pregnant XD


    IC~ I graze on the grass. I'm miles away from where the farms of the two legs are. This is wild country its where me and hundreds of other wild horses live. Its breeding season now and I'm in heat. Stallions are everywhere but I will only let one mate me.

  • Can I join??


    Star is a pure black mare....I've never Rp'ed horses before.

  • Yea thanks...Never really figured out how to add pics :)


    IC: Star walked around to a distant spot where the grass was still tall enough for her to eat. She began to graze, scanning for other patches that weren't already eaten by the other wild horses.

  • I sniff the air. It smelled like another mare. I didn't mind though they are always around here.

  • Star saw another patch of grass a short walk away. She trotted over to it, noticing another mare a few paces to her right. She whinned a "hello" and began to graze again.

  • My gaze turns to the pure black mare. "Hi." I say.

  • "Sometimes." I say through the grass.

  • Star agreed. The sky was pretty on good days, but It had its nasty days. She began to graze on the green patch of grass before her.

  • Storm stood on a hill, his head raised and his blue eys clear. He stood 20 hands high, the tallest and strongest of his breed. He neighed and reared, his silvery mane flowing in the wind.He kicked his hooves then went back down and thundered down the hill, spotting a couple mares.

  • I look up. Woah! I think in my head. I rear and whinny with my white mane blowing.

  • Storm pricked his ears and trotted over to Asha. He dipped his head in greeting. "Hello there." He nickered softly, raising his head again.

  • "Hey." I nicker back.

  • Star saw the silver male and thought, "Wow." She stood up and looked at him. The wind caught her mane and flipped it around, tossing it into her face.

  • I trot over to the stallion and in a circle around him.

  • Star goes and trots to another point of the field as she sees the male is interested in Asha.