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Feeling the Wind Ripple Through Your Mane

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Plot: This is a herd of Wild Mustangs. We are next on BLM's list to be round up, but think small cramp corrals Yuck >< We want to be free, and be able to feel the wind ripple through your mane. It is also about these horses' daily struggle to survive. Good Luck! Sorta what the meadow looks like Name: Gender: (Also we need a stallion who is the leader) Age: (Remember be reasonable not 25ish xD) Colors: Eye Color: Any other things: Personality (put a word or two) Name: Running Brook aka Brook Gender: Mare Age: 6 years Colors: grullo dun An example^^ Eye Color: Brown Any other things: Had a foal but the foal got rounded up XC Personality: Feisty, out going I grazed looking out over the terrain it was mostly grass but it was specked with bushes and trees. I loved it here I couldn't think what it would be like to have it all taken away from me. I tried pushing those thoughts out of my mind and continued grazing.

12-9-2010 at 2:24 AM

I started running but then I noticed the dappled grey coat of one of the horses. Dappled Waves. I continued to run, finally they gave up and trotted off.

12-9-2010 at 12:52 AM

I was grazing further away from everyone else.Then I heard the sounds of hoofs but these sounded different the sound of yelling filled the air.Storm yelled run.I didn't move trying to understand way we had to then a couple of men on horseback came riding crazily straight towards us.My eyes widened and I took off after the others but Brook didn't move an inch.I ran up to her. "Come on!"I waited for her to move staring widely at the approaching cowboys.

12-8-2010 at 8:11 AM

Out of Character: I couldn't come up with a name that I liked so I just stuck with Silas.

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2010-12-07 21:11:25 by #5944

12-8-2010 at 8:10 AM

Name: Silas Gender: male Age: 3 to 7ish Colors: Paint (will post picture later) black and white Eye Color: Blackish brown Any other things: Was kicked out of his last herd, keeps it a secret though. Strong and powerful is willing to protect anyone in danger, even humans, if they deserve to be saved. Personality: Shish-head strong/temperamental

12-8-2010 at 7:35 AM

O.O I stood frozen with shock and I couldn't move, my legs were as stiff as boards.

12-8-2010 at 7:31 AM

Storm ingnored what Brook had said. He smelled the air... rawhide... rope... MAN!!! Everyone RUN!!!!

12-8-2010 at 5:59 AM

BTW Which male will be the the lead stallion? Stonestep or Storm?

12-8-2010 at 4:35 AM

Storm had taken a liking of Brook. His black coat glimmered in the sun. Storm had a leader instinct, raised by a leader he had learned the fine points of leading and how it should never be taken lightly

12-7-2010 at 7:58 PM

Ear flicked towards Brook and a small flash of regret flew through her for a moment. Maybe she shouldn't have been so cold, but she flicked the thought away as she reminded herself that this was a new herd for her. Why be all cuddles and snuggles? Nostrils flaring Tally looked about, her sorrel catching the sun and shimmering slightly beneath the dust that covered her. Ears flicked towards the trees as nostrils flared slightly. Eyes slid over the other horses present as her hooves ached to taste the turf beneath the trees. Wandering off alone was frowned upon but still Tally headed as quietly as she could, head down as she snuffled grass along the way. Glancing sidelong at the others as she moved.

12-7-2010 at 7:05 PM

I couldn't help but feel pained by the coldness of Tally's behavior I walked over to the stream and saw a mare splashing around with her foal. I stared remembering how I would play with Dappled Waves my filly, I don't know what has happen to her all I remember is that a human flew in the sky driving most of the herd into small confining corrals. I shuttered and turned away..

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2010-12-07 08:05:20 by #3245

12-7-2010 at 9:19 AM

Brightmane: The mare looked up from her grazing as the wind picked up, making the meadow ripple like water and blowing her mane into her face. Carried on the wind was the sound of a loud whinny. She swept her ears up and cocked her head, nostrils flaring curiously. She took a few hesitant steps towards the sound. Stonestep: Hearing Running Brook's greeting echo across the meadow, the stocky stallion glanced across the waving grass to where Brook was prancing up to two other horses. He watched their interactions with interest, then blew through his nostrils as the sorrel mare reacted with almost un-horselike coldness. He flicked an ear and turned back to keeping an eye out for humans and pumas, shifting from hoof to hoof on the hard rock of his vantage point.

12-7-2010 at 9:11 AM

Name: Stonestep Gender: Stallion (possibly leader, if that's okay?) Age: 12 Colors: pale dun with pangare markings and excessive light hairs in the mane and tail Eye Color: rosy brown Any other things: a bit stocky for a Mustang Personality: strong-willed and stouthearted, level-headed, with a little bit of a temper. Photo: <a href="http://slime-stock.deviantart.com/art/Stormy-3-156839090?q=gallery:horse-resources/23869376&qo=103">stock photo by Slime-Stock</a> (yes, the horse in the photo is a Fjord horse, not a Mustang. consider it a markings reference only)

12-7-2010 at 8:51 AM

Name: Brightmane Gender: Mare (female) Age: 8 years Colors: Bay, with white stockings, a star and a snip, as well as a cream tail and a large cream splash in her mane. Eye Color: deep brown Any other things: slightly swaybacked Personality: friendly, calm, but not afraid to hand out the odd well-placed kick should the situation call for it. Photo: <a href="http://browse.deviantart.com/resources/stockart/animals/mammals/?qh=&section=&q=mustang#/d32blus">stock photo by Jaded-Night-Stock</a>

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2010-12-06 21:51:53 by #7340

12-7-2010 at 7:58 AM

Name: Phoenix Ashes(likes to be called Phoenix though) Gender:female Age:4 years Colors:black with curly mane Eye Color:black with a little yellow on the edges Any other things:has a white star that she hides with her mane and her first foal died after a cowboy shot it Personality:Caring brave 
Breed:Pure bred Friesian

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2010-12-06 21:17:26 by #5511

2010-12-06 21:13:18 by #5511

12-7-2010 at 7:56 AM

I saw that this mare looked more like the loner type I waked away tail sagging.

12-7-2010 at 7:55 AM

I saw that this mare looked more like the loner type I waked away tail sagging.

12-7-2010 at 7:51 AM

Mane tickled my nostrils as my ears flicked this way and that catching the sounds that the field had to offer to me. The scurrying of small creatures to get out from under my large hooves, the calls of birds as they dart from tree to tree, and then a whinny cuts through all of that. Ears flick backwards and I can't help the snort that escapes me. Did she have to whinny like that? Frustration coiled inside me but I knew it wasn't really her, it was other stress. Continuing forwards on my path I throw a nod towards Brook before moving around her to avoid a heartfelt greeting. Feelings aren't really me.

12-7-2010 at 7:42 AM

I looked up and in the distance I saw 2 horses, a stallion and a mare I whinnied a greeting and galloped over towards them.

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2010-12-06 20:44:08 by #3245

12-7-2010 at 7:33 AM

Name:Tally Age:5 years Gender: Mare Looks:Deep sorrel splashed with whites. Large white blaze along with one white stocking and a white "lightning bolt" along her belly and up her side. Eye Color:Deep hazel. Personality:Hell raiser. She's all bite and as fierce as a mountain lion. History: Born into another herd Tally found herself soon abandoned when her old herd was rounded up. Barely weaned she soon found her way to the current herd, but the gentle foal she'd started out as is gone. She's all fire now. Picture: ----

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2010-12-06 21:22:47 by #6854

2010-12-06 20:34:01 by #6854

12-7-2010 at 7:28 AM

Name:Storm Age:7 years Gender: Stallion Looks: Solid black with a blaze down his face Eye Color: Brownish black Personality: Strong-willed tough History: Was born alone, no mother he learned from the other adult horses. Picture: Wil get one soon :)

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