 05:57:05 Sam| Who should I rate today 🧐 |
05:56:11 Snow❆Gem| So... actually the answer is yes, but have to be quite old for the game... |
05:56:00 Celeste 🌕 | And that photo is from the day I planted them- so it may not be good yet to think about trimming. Which is why I moved them onto the porch so they would not flood in the storm |
05:55:10 Snow❆Gem @fasque
No, unless its like 60+ years old. lol |
05:52:37 Celeste 🌕 | Which one is the petunia? I would have to have my mom help me trim because I do not know how yet. I am lucky they are event still alive |
05:45:27 Ru Celeste
This petunia needs a trim, if possible |
04:55:45 Lysa| Oh i feel like i know what those are i can't think of it though. They are pretty though! |
04:49:37 Celeste 🌕 | They sure are! I love them 😍 |
04:31:01 | Does anybody know if rider age plays a role in retirement? |
04:21:04 Celeste 🌕 | I cannot remember. Hang on I have a pic. |
04:20:16 Lysa| Celeste, what kind of flowers? |
04:19:00 Celeste 🌕 | Ah yes. Storm season. I am in limbo on whether or not to move my flowers back off the porch or leave them there |
04:14:47 Lysa| Min...yeah...this is one of those days where i'm glad i work an office job and i don't miss bringing horses in or walking dogs. |
04:07:53 Wixy / Azi <3| I got 8/20 for my philosophy mock exam, might cry later |
03:59:34 Bones| Well, I'm gonna have a lot to FR on RO... Only got 2 semi decent horses on capture day and ironically they weren't even the two that I used maps to catch haha |
03:58:32 Azure -HEE Click-
This coat is gogeous. |
03:53:55 | Nooooo....i forgot about capture party and missed it😅 |
03:51:05 Min| Ooh Lysa!! I can hear it hammering on the warehouse roof at the moment- not looking forward to when the dog needs a pee 😬 |
03:46:13 Lysa Morning all, its pouring down this morning and i just saw the prettiest ribbon lightning on my drive into work.
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 Delta - Mare - 3yrs - Mentions: Comanche, Open Dell was indeed upset that Comanche had left without telling her so, but at the same time he was doing whats best and though she might not like the out come he is almost always right, She sighed as he left the flowers and walked away from her. She didnt like when Comanche acted like this, for this rang one bell in her mind, its that she did something wrong, and gosh did Delta hate to do something wrong
' ' 'Comanche?.. Please? ' ' '
She asked, As she began to nibble on the flowers, they melted in her mouth like candy as an audit waited for him |
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Comanche (Secretariat)| Male 3yrs| M: Delta, Open
The stallion caught Dell's purple hues looking at his as he peeked over at her as she eat the flower, audits perked as she begged him, raising a brow he only assumed she wanted one thing, letting out a grunt, hooves reached forward as he lifted himself up and lazily strolled over to his mate and tucked his warm body behind hers, reaching out to sweetly nibble on her muzzle taking in her scent ''Get some rest love'' he cooed for he was much too exhausted to speak, his hip began to tingle as a bit of pain still throbbed as he laid his frame softly over her neck, careful not to touch her wounds as he closed his hues for a moment Edited at October 10, 2020 11:13 PM by Whispering Wood Barn |
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Delta - Mare - 3yrs - Mentions: Comanche, Open Little Delta sighed feeling like he was upset, though his cuts surely hurt there was something else on his mind and it hurt her more then her wounds to see him sad or upset. Perking a audit his way she lifted her neck, reaching back and licking some clean of his marks. ' ' ' I dont know where i went wrong.. Okay? But im sorry ' ' '
She whined softly as she lifted a hue to him, as he began to slowly shut his pretty orbs from her. Dropping her features, she went back with resting her head lightly on his wither. As finally her foal began to settle down and become calm once more |
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Comanche (Secretariat)| Male 3yrs| M: Delta, Open
The sun began to shine inside the cave making the stallion slowly flutter his hues, his vision adjusting to the scenes before him, lifting his frame her let out a big yawn before smacking his dry lips, audits perked as he looked out from the inside of the cave, the morning was beautiful and luckily not as cold as yesterday. Golden hues flicked to his sleeping mate, he smiled, looking over at her wounds, the flower seemed to be quickly doing it's job. Running his muzzle softly over her belly, he slowly and quietly got up
Stretching out his legs with a huff, his right hip was still sore but, the swelling had gone down and it was begining to heal, shaking out his pelt with a grunt the painted stallion lazily paced out of the cave, sun rays dancing off his frame as he squinted his hues until they adjusted, taking in the beautiful lightly cold day as he took a deep breathe in. Plumage flicked at his ankles as his watched a doe and her young frolick out in the distance, he smiled for he couldn't wait until spring to see his own offspring... though he had no idea he would have 2 to handle
Pink muzzle nosed the ground, there was little strands of grass here and there, pawing the grounds as he ate, making sure to leave plenty for his mate when she woke up, they was only 5 miles away from the warm of the beach, where there would be water and sand and some grass, the beach always had grass and a small creek near by that never faded during the winter. Though the seaweed and salty water got some getting used too, it would be enough for them to make it until they traveled back to the plains for the spring, with that in mind, the stallion knew it would soon be time to find a place they could call home, territory he would need to find and claim or fight for, to have a safe place for his family. He wondered if the plains or even the beach would have somewhere nice he could claim. Nostrils flared as his mind raced in thoughts, he began to crunch on some twigs he had found when his audits perked towards the cave....... Edited at October 11, 2020 10:54 AM by Whispering Wood Barn |
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Delta - Mare - 3yrs - Mentions: Comanche, Open
She snored some as the morning dawn was upon them both, still asleep as her warmth left her side, wondering out from the cold cave, that laid inside the large ice top mountains. Her light eye lids batting open as she, yawned her jaw opening as her dry throat cracked making a popping sort of sound. Her long neck reached over her hips, hues looking for her mate but he wasnt there in the cave anymore. With one large sigh, her plumage flicked against her rumps cuts swatting that nibbled on the flesh that was planted right on her sides.
Reaching her long and pain growing legs up she grunted. Day by day she felt heavier and her stomach grew and grew, and along with that her legs grew weak, and not having enough food or water sure played a hard part into it. As the black mare was fully standing she licked back to her belly, running her muzzle over the cut that was still oozing blood from the small split in her skin.
' ' ' Comanche? ' ' '
She asked quickly peaking her head out from the dark cave, that almost blinded her as sunlight shot into her orbs |
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Comanche (Secretariat)| Male 3yrs| M: Delta, Open
Hearing his name being summoned he lifted his frame up more and stood tall as he munched on a few twigs, ''I'm over here dear'' he nickered as he swallowed. ''There's a few patched of grass that hasn't died yet, try to eat I want to get going towards the beach, we can surive there till spring'' he snorted out, his golden hues planted towards her face as she adjsuted to the sun's blinding rays.
Long plumage flicked as he turned to itch his healing wound on his hips, before looking back towards Dell ''How are you feeling? and the foal?'' he asked as he softly ran his muzzle over her belly when she came over Edited at October 12, 2020 02:14 PM by Whispering Wood Barn |
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Sooo.... I was thinking about adding in this handsome fella to just sturn up some drama or make some fun! As a member that's not part of the herd, I was going to use a mare that I orginally had as Comanche's Cousin but she is getting old fast.... that or I can throw him into Storm's Forum.... but I may toss them back and forth ;) What do you think? @Cando @Ara @Silent
P.s. Can you Believe He Is 1/1 because I coudn't XD Yes I bred him <3 |
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I think I will have him swimming between both threads ;)
Name: Deor NickNames: None Yet Gender: Stallion Age: 3.5 years (going on 4) Personlity: Strong, Poliet, Sweet, Flirty, Sassy, Outgoing, Forward, Funny, Mischeivious, Protective, Charming, Affectionate, Caring, Confident, Friendly, Mysterious at times, more of a lover not a fighter but will fight.
Looks: Dark Liver, two socks (both on right side),sandy palomino mane/plumage
Likes: To tease mares, get under the skin of other stallions, plays games, loves adventures, loves the snow, water, mountains.
Dislikes: Forest, beach, cheating mares/studs, hard to get/attitude mares/sutds, judgey equines, aggressive/tries to be tough/dominant mares/studs, hot weather
Role: Bachelor (not from the herd)
Background: Not Much To Say, He was born inside a bachelor herd, his father was lead stud to a bunch of other studs, he knocked up his mother who hung around for a while but soon left to be with a herd leader instead. When Deor was 2, his father and his mother's new mate (herd leader) had a battle of who would keep Deor, eventually his father won. From the time he was two until now he was raised by his father and the older studs of the bachelor herds, roaming, having fun, learning all he needed about being free and even potentinally claming his own mare and land to start a family. Though, bachelors are mostly taught to get a mare pregnant and evenually come back to the bachelor band and only go back if their ''mate'' gave birth to a colt, to bring him back and keep the rules of their band going. Seems harsh but... that's how it worked. Of course, if some studs wanted to settle they could, bachelors don't make a habit of fighting if they don't have too, they are free spirits that just make trouble here and there to test their luck and their ranks. Recently, Deor has been sent out to find a mare in hopes he would produce a colt to bring back... but, will he return to the life or will someone special change his course of plans?...
Related To Anyone In Herd: Not that he knows of... Siblings: Not that he knows of... Other: N/A |
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Delta | Mare | 3yrs | Mentions: Comanche, open She sighed as he asked the question, honestly not knowing how the foal was doing but something told her itll be alright. But her strange gut feeling told her the foal isnt gonna make it, As Dell always told herself. "Wish for the best, Hope for the worst" She never knew why that saying always stuck it just did and she kept to it.
' ' ' Im alright, Though im not sure about the foal.. ' ' '
Her features dropped as he touched her stomach, waiting for his upset features to rise along. For she was scared to loose this foal, she'd went through hell and back for it and so did Comanche. So this was going to be very tough and touchy for both at the heart
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Thanks! I will probally put Deor in when it's spring and they head back to the mountains :)
<br< Comanche (Secretariat)| Male 3yrs| M: Delta, Open
The stallion puzzledly look at his mate, the way she seemed so depressed and worried on edge as he watched her nuzzle her own stomach, sighing out as he stood tall ''Come, quickly. We must head to the beach. There you and the foal will be just fine'' his tone was stern yet hints of worry could be found. He softly nudged Dell at her rump, telling her to move along, the stud's nostrils flared in concern, they had 5 miles to each the beach and he wanted to get there by lunch, his mate needed to eat and soon....
Golden hues flicked back towards his mate in the corner of his eyes, holding himself strong and focused he was determined they wouldn't stop until they got there, he knew it would be hell for her but, he had no choice but to push her. Audits perked as they began to leave the open plains and headed towards the cold hard haul to the beach... |
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