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

Name: Nick Davidson
Age: 37
Gender: male
Job: the boss, owner of the ranch
Horses: all of the horses belong to him in a sense
Pic: brownish blackish hair, brown eyes
Username: ChicknsRock
 
Human Form
Name: Journey Smith
Gender: Female
Age: 15 years
Job: Cowboy
Horses: Avalanche
Pic: (need to describe) Blackfoot Indian and Icelandic heritage. Femininely muscular and tall. Light brown hair, slightly wavy. Dark brown eyes with flecks of gold.
Username: ClucksAndPeeps

Captive Horse Form
Name: Avalanche
Breed: American Paint
Gender: Stallion/Male
Age: 5 years
Status: Broke; barrels
Mate: None
Owner: Journey Smith
Personality: Wild and determined, with a rebellious streak. He doesn't tolerate anybody else on his back but his owner, Journey. He is insanely loyal to Journey and puts his absolute trust in her.
History: He was a lone stallion before being captured and broke.
Pic:

Username: ClucksAndPeeps
 
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Human Form
Name: Journey Smith
Gender: Female
Age: 15 years
Job: Cowboy
Horses: Avalanche
Pic: (need to describe) Blackfoot Indian and Icelandic heritage. Femininely muscular and tall. Light brown hair, slightly wavy. Dark brown eyes with flecks of gold.
Username: ClucksAndPeeps

Captive Horse Form
Name: Avalanche
Breed: American Paint
Gender: Stallion/Male
Age: 5 years
Status: Broke; barrels
Mate: None
Owner: Journey Smith
Personality: Wild and determined, with a rebellious streak. He doesn't tolerate anybody else on his back but his owner, Journey. He is insanely loyal to Journey and puts his absolute trust in her.
History: He was a lone stallion before being captured and broke.
Pic:

Username: ClucksAndPeeps
accepted, thanks!
 
Journey sat in the middle of a grassy clearing, far from the stable. Her horse, Avalanche, loped circles around her, tossing his head. It was his way of saying, I want your sandwich.
Journey grinned. "Okay." She tore off half of her ham sandwich, and fed it to an expectant, velvety muzzle.

Leaning against a tree, Journey sighed and crossed her arms, watching her horse romp around and kick up his heels. Only her repetitive breathing, hoofbeats, birds chirping, and the whispering of wind could be heard.
 
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Journey sat in the middle of a grassy clearing, far from the stable. Her horse, Avalanche, loped circles around her, tossing his head. It was his way of saying, I want your sandwich.
Journey grinned. "Okay." She tore off half of her ham sandwich, and fed it to an expectant, velvety muzzle.

Leaning against a tree, Journey sighed and crossed her arms, watching her horse romp around and kick up his heels. Only her repetitive breathing, hoofbeats, birds chirping, and the whispering of wind could be heard.
After a good part of an hour, Journey stood up, fed Avalanche the rest of her sandwich, and vaulted onto the stallion's bare back. Using his owner's nudging heels to encourage himself, the paint gathered his legs beneath them and flung them out, launching into a speed fast enough to rival an avalanche- for which he'd been named.
 

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