[size=36pt]Quail Run Herd[/size]
This is a free herd of horses. They run among the plains freely, and are all different types of horses. Just fill out the form and start roleplaying in this! Please spread the word! YOUR NAME IS YOUR CHOICE!
Form:
Ranks: red= mare blue=stallion
Lead mare: Sky
Lead stallion:
deputy:Spirit
med horse:Karat
protectors (protect foals): Wildfire Lucy IceStorm
Mothers:Raven
Elders:
Foals:Luna Ari
Rules:
Sky's Form:
Wildfires form:
Name: Raven
Rank: Mother
Gender: Mare
Personality: Fierce, protective and very loyal
Looks pic please:
[img width=450 height=510]http://www.crfegypt.com/images/Barake%2010-23-04.jpg[/img]
mate/crush: Dead/Will develop
foals: Luna
other:
Name: Luna
Rank: Foal
Gender: Filly
Personality: Bold and very brave
Looks pic please:
[img width=510 height=438]http://rosehillsporthorses.fil…2/caz-22-dec-2011-006.jpg[/img]
mate/crush: X/X
foals: I am one
other:
[justify]Name: Karat
Rank: Medic-Horse
Gender: Stallion
Personality: Assertive, Cautious, Perfectionist, Gentle in certain circumstances, Aggressive in others.
Looks: 
Crush: Wildfire (from afar though - he knows she's way out of his league)
foals: None
Other: Karat originally came from Turkmenistan as a breeding horse. During his foal years he was shipped off to a small stable and escaped shortly afterwards. He was discovered in the wilds by the Quail Run Herd and raised as an apprentice to their old Medic Horse, who recently passed away. He developed a small crush on Wildfire when he became a colt (she was a protector, and he admired her bravery), but never spoke out about it. As a stallion, he is quiet and calm, but very precise, a doctor in every respect. He doesn't enjoy talking much about himself or where he came from, but there is a more gentle side to Karat, which he gives to those that he fondly regards. [/justify]
Name: Spirit (XD)
Rank: Deputy
Gender: Mare
Personality: protector, fierce, brave, wily, and will do anything to protect anyone
Looks pic please:
mate/crush: nah
foals: nope
other: Used to be an army horse but escaped, she now has an army burn mark on thigh, and an earring
yay!
Thanks
[justify]Of course! Would love to start rp-ing. :)[/justify]
Raven trotted a little ways from the herd. She knew that she would be having her foal soon, so she went to go find a place to have it.
Ooc: Raven is gonna soon have her foal.
[justify]ooc: oops, so sorry for taking so long to post. i'm working on a fancypost at the moment, so i'm very sorry for slight delays.
Snow bunched around Karat's pasterns and lapped at his hooves with every step; White surrounded him at each side and a cold chill swept through the Herd, his head low to escape being toppled away with it. Familiar scents followed the cold breeze and he greeted those familiar scents as they passed by, until he crossed the path of a most familiar scent - one that always made him hold his breath and his ears prick, his eyes suddenly light up and his voice choke when he met it.
"Afternoon, Wildfire." He nickered, mist from the cold air exhaling from his snout when he spoke. She was a tawny shape sticking out of the snow from his vision, but he could spot her tail swishing and drawing sprays of flakes off the ground. He squinted to see her better in the blindingly white daylight.[/justify]
I'm waiting for a fancy post to be made for meh, (had to change shops, because one was being stupid -.-)
Spirit stood there, on a cliff, watching the sunset as it was very windy. Her black mane blew in the wind, her breathing was steady and concentrated. The herd deputy turned and galloped to the herd's camp, hoping to find some long juicy grass to eat.
Raven dipped her head back "I'm good."
Raven nodded "Yes, very soon."
"Congradulations, Raven. I'm sure your foal will become big and strong like the rest of us." Spirit said with a leader-ish tone.
[justify]Even in his blurred vision, her vague shape was still quite beautiful. Despite the cold his body was already flushed with warmth, rising steadily from his forelegs and climbing into his throat. It was enough to make him stammer while he spoke, shifting from hoof to hoof in the hard packed snow. "I trust you are well?" He asked, leaning his head forward until he could now make out her face below him. He had a strong Turkman accent, which further impeded his words, "The weather may become harsh during the winter night; I mean it is already frigid...I feel the need to check that everyone will be well during a possible storm."
It was a terrible excuse to talk to her, but he didn't exactly know what to say. [/justify]
