Cowboys and Mustangs ~~~ Roleplay ~~~ NEW!!!!

"You're gonna name her foal Nymph, too?" Cyril asked. He looked at Swift. (can't do anything with her w/o ChickensRck)
"No, have to see if the foal is a filly or colt, and the coloring, before I decide on a name. I just named the mare Nymph" Alice said
 
"No, have to see if the foal is a filly or colt, and the coloring, before I decide on a name. I just named the mare Nymph" Alice said
"Hopefully, you caught her in time that she'll have her foal," Cyril said. He went off to see Rosalyn. "I'll see you inside, dear."

Nymph stared after the man then gathered another mouthful of hay to chew.
 
"Hopefully, you caught her in time that she'll have her foal," Cyril said. He went off to see Rosalyn. "I'll see you inside, dear."

Nymph stared after the man then gathered another mouthful of hay to chew.
Alice nodded "I hope so. See you inside"

Rosalyn whinnied and flicked her tail, watching Cyril
 
Alice nodded "I hope so. See you inside"

Rosalyn whinnied and flicked her tail, watching Cyril
Cyril leaned against the corral, watching Rosalyn. "Hello, girl. We'll start working with you later."

Nymph looked up from chewing hay. This was all she intended to do for a while.

(needs a time-skip or something)
 
Swift whinnied and began to walk around the ranch, seeing that the humans hadn't bothered with her.
 
Tommy snored himself awake, spooking Swift. He got up, hay still stuck to his shirt, and went outside where he saw Swift out. He grabbed her halter.
"What happened? Dakota done taught you to be a Houdini?" he said laughing.
Swift nickered.
Tommy pulled her into the barn between two ropes connected to the wall. Hooking the ropes to her halter, he pulled the brush out and began brushing her back.
Swift whinnied.
Tommy patted her rump and led her into her stall. He gave her some hay and water.
 
Rosalyn nickered, and trotted around the corral

Alice smiled at Nymph and went inside.

John gathered Mary and they went inside to get cleaned up for supper.
 
Rosalyn nickered, and trotted around the corral

Alice smiled at Nymph and went inside.

John gathered Mary and they went inside to get cleaned up for supper.
Cyril came out of the barn, his arms loaded with hay. His first stop was Dakota's stall to replenish her hay. Next, he tossed the remaining three flakes into Nymph's stall. Lastly, he headed for Rosalyn's corral.

Nymph, after a refreshing drink, took a mouthful of hay and walked around her corral.
 

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