~Mountain Horses RP ~ LIMITED SPOTS AVAILABLE - PM TO JOIN~

CowGrrrl

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This is CowGrrl's and ederob's RP

The vast, rolling prairies and treacherous mountain passes
of Eagle's Den is home to a wild horse herd made from horses
naturally wild or horses who escaped or were turned out by their owners.
Eagle's Den, sitting between the mountains of Montana and Wyoming,
is where no human wants to venture. The herd gets by on good grass, and the small streams and water falls that trickle
on the low areas of the land. Eagle's Den is a treacherous place for humans
and horses alike.
Horses come around every year to join the herd. Since there is already a lead stallion,
the stallions wanting to join the herd are drove out. Sometimes a stubborn stallion stays,
and mates with one of the herd's mares. Life is rough and sometimes horses don't survive.
The horses may be sure-footed but they still may fall.
The horses may have plentiful food and water but they still may starve.
Making it worse, humans are starting to venture in to the herd's territory and are capturing
and shooting horses.
Will you be lucky, or not?



Rules:
Myself and ederob run this RP- What we say goes! We are not going to be dictators but we would really appreciate you following these rules!
All BYC rules apply.
No words with God in it.
When mating, don't go into a description. Just say something along the lines of "he mounted her" or "they mated" and you'll be good.
Normal gestation periods for mares are about 11 months. In this RP if your character is going to foal, the gestation period can be for however long you like, but don't make it any less than 5 days. And when a mare is going to foal, don't go into description about
Realisticness please! No super powers!
You can't dodge every attack. When fighting, if a wound you plan on giving another character is bigger than a scratch (ex. broken bone) check with the person first. You can dodge 1 out of every 5 attacks. No instant healing- Wounds like a scratch or cut should take a minimum of 1 day to heal and a broken, dislocated or sprained limb should take minimum 5 days to heal.
To prove you read these rules put "cake" in the "Other" section of the form.


Map:




Black- Caves, where the horses sleep most of the time
Blue- Stream, the main source of water for drinking and bathing
Dark Green- Trees and forests
Light Gray and Dark Gray- Canyon
Red- Grazing areas, where good grass seems the most plentiful
Orange- Path to nearest human town, which is 5 miles away

Ranks:
Lead Stallion (only one available, already taken)
Lead Mare (only one available, already taken)
Warriors (5 max, 2 spots available)
HerdMates (unlimited)


Form:
Name:
Breed:
Gender:
History:
Rank:
Personality:
Pic(s)/Description:


Relationship Status (single, single but looking, mated):
If horse is mated, who is his or hers mate? (leave blank if not mated):
Other
:
BYC Username:

PM YOUR FORM TO EITHER CowGrrl OR ederob.
IF YOU ARE ONE OF THE FIRST PEOPLE TO PM US, THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU ARE ALLOWED IN. WE RESERVE THE RIGHT TO EITHER ACCEPT OR DECLINE YOUR APPLICATION.
If we allow you in, post your characters on this thread. The accepted forms will be put on the member page, found here:
https://www.backyardchickens.com/a/mountain-horses-rp-member-page
PLEASE HAVE NO MORE THAN 5 CHARACTERS.
This is going to be a smaller RP group- maximum 10 people are going to be allowed to join.

 
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Finally! ederob can you pm your form(s) so I can put them on the member page?
 
The rain pouring down in thick sheets and sent awry by the torrential winds, the trio climbed atop yet another hill, one of which poured into another lush valley. The stud was the first to reach the top, his fur matted and slicked against his sides, he gave heaving breaths. He looked back through the rain, waiting on his mares. A set of eyes met the stud's, and silhouettes of two mares came into view. One was a chocolate brown, never leaving the side of the other. The other was a deep charcoal grey with a white, snowflake-like pattern across her back, both flanks and haunches. It was obvious that this mare was carrying a growing foal.
Lightning ripped through the midnight sky again and the thunder's low growl left a lingering vibration in the air. Once the mares reached the top of the hill, the chestnut mare looked through her forelock brushed aside. Anger flickered in her deep, expressive eyes. "Anakin, we have to stop for the night! Lil Mitzi can't keep scaling hills like this all night with her baby!" The chestnut snapped at the stud.
The swollen-bellied grey mare, huffing and puffing, added, "No, I'm fine."
The chestnut mare snorted. "As if!"
The stallion nickered softly. "Angel, we'll be there soon. I know where we're going." His voice was deep and hearty, and sounded a lot calmer than the mares knew he was. "Just atop the mountains there is a herd whom will take us in."
The chestnut, whom the stallion called Angel, stamped a back hoof and lashed her tail angrily. "You'd better be telling the truth, for all this hell you're putting Lil Mitzi through!"
Anakin looked at the mountains in the distance. "I'm telling the truth. Come on, not much longer." As they descended down the hill, the stallion wished he was as sure as he had sounded.
 
Oops, by hunt I meant graze. Came out wrong. I know it is unrealistic. I'll change it.
 
The rain pouring down in thick sheets and sent awry by the torrential winds, the trio climbed atop yet another hill, one of which poured into another lush valley. The stud was the first to reach the top, his fur matted and slicked against his sides, he gave heaving breaths. He looked back through the rain, waiting on his mares. A set of eyes met the stud's, and silhouettes of two mares came into view. One was a chocolate brown, never leaving the side of the other. The other was a deep charcoal grey with a white, snowflake-like pattern across her back, both flanks and haunches. It was obvious that this mare was carrying a growing foal.
Lightning ripped through the midnight sky again and the thunder's low growl left a lingering vibration in the air. Once the mares reached the top of the hill, the chestnut mare looked through her forelock brushed aside. Anger flickered in her deep, expressive eyes. "Anakin, we have to stop for the night! Lil Mitzi can't keep scaling hills like this all night with her baby!" The chestnut snapped at the stud.
The swollen-bellied grey mare, huffing and puffing, added, "No, I'm fine."
The chestnut mare snorted. "As if!"
The stallion nickered softly. "Angel, we'll be there soon. I know where we're going." His voice was deep and hearty, and sounded a lot calmer than the mares knew he was. "Just atop the mountains there is a herd whom will take us in."
The chestnut, whom the stallion called Angel, stamped a back hoof and lashed her tail angrily. "You'd better be telling the truth, for all this hell you're putting Lil Mitzi through!"
Anakin looked at the mountains in the distance. "I'm telling the truth. Come on, not much longer." As they descended down the hill, the stallion wished he was as sure as he had sounded.

Anyone wanna, like, stumble across them or something? Like, a patrol see them and report them? lol
 

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