~Gallop with Wild Horses!!~ Wild Horse Herds RP (Needs Players!!!) **RESTARTED**

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Name: Cheyenne
Gender: Colt
Age: One week
Breed: Draft cross
Herd: Dour's
Rank: Foal
Personality: So far, Cheyenne has proved to be very playful and full of life. Very outgoing.
Appearance: A big, muscular red dun colt. He can be easily identified by a freckle on the upper portion of his blaze.
Username: Zinnia-Hen
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Name: Pasco
Gender: Stallion
Age: 8
Breed: American Miniature horse
Herd: N/A
Rank: N/A
Personality: As a stud and show-horse on the run, Pasco can come off as cocky and snobbish to those born and raised in the wild. Nonetheless, he is a true lady's man and absolutely loves to please. Despite being tiny, he's not afraid of larger stallions and often times forgets his size.
Appearance: A little leopard appaloosa stallion, his mane long and carriage proud. Stands at 34 inches at the withers.
Username: Zinnia-Hen
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Accepted. LOVE Pasco. =P
 
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Ember nickered at him, and rubbed her shoulder against his. She grazed beside him.
Dour hadn't noticed Ember as he'd walked away. Glancing back from his position on the ground, he nickered despairingly at her. He wanted companionship, but Annalise wasn't interested.
 
Dour hadn't noticed Ember as he'd walked away. Glancing back from his position on the ground, he nickered despairingly at her. He wanted companionship, but Annalise wasn't interested.
Aurora walked over to stand near Dour. She nickered quietly to him
 
Ember looked up from her grazing spot and trotted over to him. She was happy to give him affection. She nibbled the fur on his rump, grooming him.
Dour's nickers grew less despairing, more friendly. Craning his neck, he waggled his lip, trying to reach Ember's head.
 
Arewn and Eowyn finally slowed and looked around, they didn't recognize where they were. They nickered to Black Ice. "Where are we?"
 
Tango set off, and scented a delightful scent on the breeze. Sandy, Ember and Dour's filly. She was wandering aimlessly in the valley below, apparently unknowing about stallions and bachelors who might want her. He called out to her, and she froze, looking up at him. Tango tucked his head, and put on a lovely prance. He thought this filly was gorgeous, and would have her as his own. Sandy straightened, just like she did when her father came at her, and pricked her ears. Her tail was raised in alarm.
 
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