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Noda | Mare | Single | M: Storm, Night, Rowan, Chance Noda flicked an audit back towards the stallion (Storm) beside her as he fidgeted and then nervously spoke. She watched the dark mare in front of her, finding her own orbs trailing down the mare's leg and examining her wounds. Her body deflated in disappointment at her outcry for help. "Um, I don't know much about healing," she admitted without going into detail. Her face fell to the ground, feeling like she let the mare down as she was unable to help her. She tried to think. Think of anything that might be of use to them but she couldn't think of anything new. "Maybe the Marigolds and -" Her statement was interrupted by Storm's soft voice. She turned for face him in confusion and then her eyes met the threat he wanted to warn her about. Two large frames tangled together just out of reach and that made her shiver all over. "More?" She questioned nervously. Storm had interrupted her thoughts with his polite departure from her and the other mare. Noda was a bit shocked. "You're going to just leave her?" She asked the chimera stud but shook her head, turning away from him and back towards Night, just in time to see one of the stallions (Rowan) cantering past with pinned audits and a furrowed look. Noda looked back at him directly, flashing her own nervousness before looking back at the black mare. "I can't promise I can help you ... but I can try if you come with me." She sighed, offering her support of the mare decided to follow and needed help getting around. She gave one last look back towards the beach where she figured Storm had gone and went in a different direction back to where she had found her own herbs earlier that morning. She was obviously hurt by the stallion's (Storm) decision to leave but she could only remind herself that he didn't owe her anything and there was hardly anything between them to keep their travels together. "He was hardly my friend, why would he stay?" she reminded herself devastated. She looked back to Night, waiting to see what she would decide. |
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Areus | Stallion | Single | Mentions: Taleia, Open He laughed quietly at Taleia's teasing and playfully rolled his eyes, pawing lightly at the stone floor. "Hey, I'm pretty dirty, but I'm not that dirty." Areus stepped closer to the brindled mare as she rolled into the pile of leaves, only a little hesitant at her invitation. He didn't want her to feel uncomfortable with how close he would be to her. The last thing he wanted was for her to think that he would ever take advantage of her. After a moment of inner conflict, the stallion made his way behind the young mare and sank to the ground, making sure he didn't press to close to Taleia. His heart was racing and his body felt like it was on fire, but he kept his cool, not wanting to alert her that he was incredibly nervous. "I'll probably bathe in the morning. I think it's probably time for it." He snorted and unconsciously nosed Taleia's cheek, his eyes fluttering closed. |
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 Taleia l Mare l Single l Mentions: Areus, Open
A large and very delightful nicker came about to slip out of the small sliver brindle mare's muzzle. As her orbs were left only down to her soft placed chest, that had the most fluffy pelt to keep her warm over her whole inter body that was the softest spot. But as the another sound of rustling leaves came flowing to her audits her soft filly like head popped up, orbs glancing over to the stud who had laid down next to her small frame. Very much seemingly he wasn't really close, A small smirk appeared onto her face as she rolled over onto her back, looking up to the stallion as her hooves hanged against her chest.
' ' ' Areus... ' ' ' The equine whined as she looked up to his painted face trying to get his attention. Flicking her plumage slightly, but it was mostly stuck under herself, For she was still on her back, the small leaves quickly pushing up and surrounding her body swallowing it whole to seem, as it curved up around her small body. ' ' ' Alright... ' ' ' Taleia nodded as he began to talk back onto his dirty coat. That was a deeper color then it should. As the feeling of the soft nervous touch of the paint, shot her head back. But it was more of a feeling of shock like normal. Taleia smiled showing she was all in for Areus, quickly nipping back to get him on the wither. For that was the closets she could reach for being onto her small spine |
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Storm| Stallion| Single|M: Noda,Night,Chance,Rowan, Open
Hearing the sounds of thunder rolling across the lush grass, the stallion paused from his fast walking. Turning his frame, as the grey stallion raced by him. Orbs grew big in shock, frame soured as his audits pinned towards the stud, snorting out grossly with a riased head as he watched the stud dissappear. 'how rude' he thought. Giving a shake of his frame his audits perked as he turned to look back towards Noda, meeting her saddened orbs for a moment, he looked to the ground with a sigh.
A gentle spring breeze blew against his coat, he looked once more he could no longer see the grey stud, and the painted stallion seemed to go on his way as well. Composing his thoughts, 'was it just the three of them', words of ''you are just going to leave her'' ran through his mind that the blood bay mare had spat out at him as he walked away but, he never really choose to answer. Rolling his orbs softly, he felt something pulling him to the blood bay and should he have empathy for the darker mare? he did for Noda.... but that was different. Stomping a hoof, he groaned as he soon made himself walk back to Noda.
Without saying anything, his large body stood behind her, orbs drifted from her frame to Night's as he awaited their next moves, he almost regreated it for he so longed for the beach to touch his pelt. Plumage swished at his side, as he took in Noda's scent, shyly he stood there... lost in his own world. Edited at April 27, 2020 04:28 PM by Whispering Wood Barn |
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Noda | Mare | Single | M: Storm, Night, Open Noda exchanged a soft look towards the mare with a soft sigh, pondering their next move should she accept Noda's help. She knew exaclty where the willow bark was but she was having a difficult time recalling the exact location in which the stallion, Roman had taken her. She closed her eyes hard in thought but nothing and cursed underneath her breath. She would have to backtack if she ever hoped to find it on her own. To say that the blood bay mare was shocked to see Storm return was an understatement. She looked at him puzzled and asking herself why? He was so freaking confusing and the mare was beginning to find it hard to guess when he would stick around or when he would bolt. Could she count on his help? Her orbs looked over his frame but she found herself stuck on his gaze, searching as if she hoped to find some type of answers buried within his orbs. "I need to help her." She said softly, dropping her eyes to the ground. "I don't know why ..." She started, without a reason to finish her sentence with. She could have just as easily left this mare (Night) at the sign of danger the two stallions had presented as any of the others had, but Noda found herself frozen and unable to do so. She owed this mare (Night) nothing. She didn't even know Night from atom but ... her nature wouldn't let her. 'Had she always been this way?' the mare wondered. "I just have to." Noda sighed again, looking back over her shoulder at the mare. |
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 Rowan cursed under his breath as he picked up the pace, he once again had no clue where he was going but knew he had to get away from whatever his life had become. He ran for a while before he came upon a cliff that over looked beach where the ocean was calm but still strong with current, he looked around and saw a small steep trail leading down to the beach, he walked over and started down the trail. He reached the bottum with only a scrach on his side from a tree, 'it wont scar' he though to him self, suddenly he found his legs treating to buckle as a memory came rushing back, he stood in the middle of a clearing with about ten other horses, but his eyes were locked upon one horse, a mare, she had a beutiful black splash white coat and blue eyes, she looked at him with a glare that would send most running but not him he stood there looking at her, she shook her head and mumbled "your hurt". Rowan chuckled "Gypsy i am fine it wont scar or anything" he had said when she looked at his neck. He nearly colapsed when the flash back was over, he stood there for a long time before finally shaking the memory away and walking over to the water, he stood there not being able to get the image of that mare out of his head, and all he could think was 'Gypsy, Gypsy, Gypsy, i am so sorry Gypsy' he sighed and and walked along the beach. |
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Storm| Stallion| Single|M: Noda,Night
Pulling himself out of his pretned world at Noda's sweet voice tickling his audits, his blue orbs flashed to her delicate frame, audits perked as he listned to her words. Looking to teh darker mare then made to Noda, he soon let out a sigh of his own ''I understand'' he softly said. He wasn't sure what he could do to help but, maybe he could find those flowers? he pondered the thought, his mind pulling him in two different directions on what to do but, eventually one solution won over the other.
Plumage flicked, he eyed Noda once more, he softly allowed his muzzle to bump hers, closing his orbs for a moment before he whispered ''I will be back'' he nickered. and with that, he turned and began his search for the flowers the blood bay mare once possed. He knew they was near the beach, for he had passed them a time or two when Sally was around. Breeze blowing against him, his blue orbs searched for the sign of the yellow flowers. Grunting softly to himself, he didn't know why he felt obligated to help Noda but, seeing the saddness in her orbs made him want to make her feel better. Lost in his thoughts once more, he rounded the woods corner and into an open feild of flowers. Pausing, at all the different colors and even ones that was yellow, he was puzzled ''Which ones are the marigolds'' he asked himself as he pushed himself into the bundle of fields that seemed to go on and on and on.... the flowers danced over his legs as he walked through, nostrils flared as he inspected each one carefully. Edited at April 27, 2020 10:34 PM by Whispering Wood Barn |
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Hello! I would love to join this RP! It seems like a book I can't put down. Name: BaleCheMaus ( Mouse ) Breed: Knabstrupper Sport Coat: Black Leopard Gender: Stallion Age: 3 Personality: He is shy when it comes to new horses, but quickly adjusts. He loves all foals and wants some one day. He is confident and will protect the ones he loves. He is super goofy and clumsy. But will become serious if he needs to. He is super gentle even when it comes to predators. He was grown up in the forest, but now is lost. Likes: Loves playing in the wet grass and loves water! Dislikes: He does not like other stallions who are disrespectful to mares. Mouse is very lovely to have around. He is very shy and might not meet you until he was watched you and how you behavee from a distance ;) He just lost his family to a older stronger male who he could not fight off. He could not keep up with the band moving so swiftly. He had a Knabstrup mother who was a full white with blue eyes and a couple dots on her back. He had kept to her his whole life and didn't really know how to socialize. He gets very upset when other older, more stronger stallions make fun of how awkward he is. Mouse saw Storm walking and inspecting flowers. Mouse did not know what he was doing. He (Mouse) is out of breath because he just kept running and running from Peluticorn. Peluticorn was a dapple grey 6 year old stallion. Mouse was eating grass with his mother when a stallion Mouse did not hear onr see, comes lunging at him. Mouse, astonished and surprised is in shock and does nothing for many seconds. He then realizes what is happening and tries to srike back. But he was too late. Peluticorn was already lunging at Mouse again. Peluticorn grabs his leg and tears with all his might. Mouse, in extreme pain, falls. He falls unconscious. Mouse wakes up to nobody near him. In intstinct, he runs and never stops until now. (in Mouse's thoughts) "what is that stallion doing?" He is lost in his thoughts about what happened to him hours before. |
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Hello! I would love to join this RP! It seems like a book I can't put down. Name: BaleCheMaus ( Mouse ) Breed: Knabstrupper Sport Coat: Black Leopard Gender: Stallion Age: 3 Personality: He is shy when it comes to new horses, but quickly adjusts. He loves all foals and wants some one day. He is confident and will protect the ones he loves. He is super goofy and clumsy. But will become serious if he needs to. He is super gentle even when it comes to predators. He was grown up in the forest, but now is lost. Likes: Loves playing in the wet grass and loves water! Dislikes: He does not like other stallions who are disrespectful to mares. Mouse is very lovely to have around. He is very shy and might not meet you until he was watched you and how you behavee from a distance ;) He just lost his family to a older stronger male who he could not fight off. He could not keep up with the band moving so swiftly. He had a Knabstrup mother who was a full white with blue eyes and a couple dots on her back. He had kept to her his whole life and didn't really know how to socialize. He gets very upset when other older, more stronger stallions make fun of how awkward he is. Mouse saw Storm walking and inspecting flowers. Mouse did not know what he was doing. He (Mouse) is out of breath because he just kept running and running from Peluticorn. Peluticorn was a dapple grey 6 year old stallion. Mouse was eating grass with his mother when a stallion Mouse did not hear onr see, comes lunging at him. Mouse, astonished and surprised is in shock and does nothing for many seconds. He then realizes what is happening and tries to srike back. But he was too late. Peluticorn was already lunging at Mouse again. Peluticorn grabs his leg and tears with all his might. Mouse, in extreme pain, falls. He falls unconscious. Mouse wakes up to nobody near him. In intstinct, he runs and never stops until now. (in Mouse's thoughts) "what is that stallion doing?" He is lost in his thoughts about what happened to him hours before. |
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Mostly Sunny with some High Clouds
