Wild horse RP!open to all NO sign ups!

So this is my first RP,I hope it turns out!

On the western plains of Nevada roam 3 herds.The Talula Herd,The Spruce Herd and The Alpine Herd.They've been at each other’s throats for quite some time.They're only hope now is to somehow get along because soon they’ll have no choice. 

No need for a signup sheet,just give your character a description in your first post.
 
There aren’t many rules for this RP but:
-if you swear,don’t make it to bad.keep it cool guys
-Romance is allowed.
-follow EV rules
- in your sentences,make them longer then 10 words if possible.
Characters:

Foals: 
Riven
Tango
Stallys:
Mesa
Mares: 
Windigo 
Iris 
Siracha 
Potema 
Rubi 
Calypso
Renegade
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Last edited on 2020-12-03 at 11:26:27 by Silver Falls

Rengade is a Liver chestnut TB.she has Ice blue eyes,a star and a snip.

Could I join? (Does breed matter?) (EDIT: I changed my OC lol)
Here's my character:
Calypso is a Blue roan Noriker. She is 4 years old. She has brown eyes, a star and 3 socks, and is just 15.2 hands tall. She is short tempered and loves a good fight. It's not easy to get close to her cause she's not very social.

Member of the Spruce herd. However, she is a bit of an outcast.

 
Here is a picture I drew of her!

Last edited on 2020-09-17 at 09:25:07 by Chai

Hello, I'd love to join!

My Character:
Yearling - Filly
Breed: Andalusian 
Name: Tangling With Darkness
Nickname: Tango
Herd: Alpine
Coat: Jet Black, 2 Front Leg Stockings (White), Interrupted Blaze, One Blue eye, One Green Eye
Temperament: A trickster, quite sly, but sweet and good-hearted to those she is fond of. Not afraid to stand her ground. (Note: Very fast, agile.)

Last edited on 2020-09-17 at 14:28:21 by ᴛʀᴜQᴜᴇ

I'd like to join if this is still active. c:

Rubi (pronounced 'Ruby')
3-year-old mare, almost a filly, with a reddish-gold coat and dark red mane and tail. Her mane is very short, her tail is medium short and somewhat tangled. She has a long stripe down her face, and a bit of roaning, other than that she is solid red dun. Her eyes are dark golden brown, and she is a lighter build. Her legs are too long for her body still, like a foal's, which irritates her; and she isn't her full height yet (meaning she's short). She isn't ever at the center of attention, and often on the outside looking in. She doesn't mind too much, and is always wandering, though she does her share of work. She is pretty tough for a horse so young, because of her passion for wandering and exploring in the desert, but in other ways she isn't nearly so hardened, typically naïve and with a filly-like sense of wonder. She is a member of the Talula herd, and hates the other herds, especially the Spruce, for a personal reason.

Rubi trotted through the desert, dust flying up in little puffs under her hooves. The sun beat down, and the ground was hot and rocky, but she was content enough. She spotted a gecko, and lowered her neck to get a better look. "Hey there, little buddy! How's it going out here?"
The gecko crawled under a rock, glaring at her through his bulging eyes until he disappeared, but Rubi wasn't fazed. Geckos were always antisocial, and she'd learned not to let it bother her. She moved on to explore the cacti, instead, careful not to stick her nose too close to the prickly needles. She'd done that once when she was a yearling, and promised herself never to do it again. A little bird nesting in one of them chattered irritation at her, so she moved away.
"All right, back to work." She looked for water or patches of grass, but aside from a few half-dry puddles and dead weeds, she didn't find anything. Rubi heaved a little sigh, and then headed back towards the herd. The sun was going down, and she'd better get a move on if she wanted to make it back in time. It was dangerous to be alone at night.

Mesa
13-year-old stallion, with a very dark chestnut coat and flaxen mane and tail. His mane is fairly dirty and a bit tangled, his tail is long and pretty straight. He has appaloosa markings on his back and a smudgy star on his face, as well as three socks of varying length. His eyes are very dark brown. He is missing one eye, and has several scars on that side of his face, and though he never speaks of it, rumors say he lost it in a fight with a mountain lion (and most horses say he killed the mountain lion, too). He is well respected in the herd, and though he doesn't talk much, when he does, everyone listens. He isn't the leader of the herd, but horses often ask for advise with problems, and the leader occasionally asks his opinion on something. His primary job is guarding the herd, though during clashes with the other herds, he helps in that, too. Member of the Alpine herd.

Mesa observed the yearlings warily, as several of them were playing dangerously near the edge. The black filly with the different-colored eyes was chasing a colt around, running like the wind, and three others were nipping each other and running around, right on the edge of the steep drop. He shook his proud head, mane flying. One of the first things an Alpine foal learned was to stay away from the edge of cliffs and plateaus, but the foals had been playing and exploring in the mountains since they took their first steps, and they considered themselves as sure-footed as bighorns. They didn't fear the edge as they should.
Eventually, Mesa turned his eye away from the yearlings. He had a job to do, and it wasn't being nursemaid to some foolish foals. They would learn caution in time, from experience. If they lived that long.

(for my posts, I assumed the Alpine lived in the mountains, the Spruce lived in the forest, and the Talula lived in the desert, is that right?)

@ↁragonfly not sure if you can even tag someone on here but I didn't know we where starting ahhh

Calypso was galloping through the forest, swerving and avoiding trees with the skill of a reining horse. Feeling the wind in her mane was one of the few things she genuinely enjoyed. As she ran her mane and tail began to get tangled and sticky due to the sap of the spruce trees in her herds territory. She came across a log and began to speed up, jumping it with ease. For a draft horse she was quite agile. After a while she noticed she was approaching the edge of the forest, and came to a sliding halt. She plodded towards the thin stream near the Talula Herd border and took a few drinks, satisfied with her run. She gazed across the border, into the desert that seemed to abruptly and unnaturally begin from the forest. She flared her nostrils in anger when she noticed a horse far in the distance, but defiantly in the desert. She honestly wasn't sure why, the horse wasn't anywhere near Spruce Territory. Looking up she noticed the sky had begun to dim, and began trotting back ti her herd.

(Dragonfly, this is what I'm assuming too, haha- as far as the herds go.)

       Tango prances around the edge of the cliff, daring herself to get closer and closer. She picked her hooves high up off the ground and pounded them into the earth. She held her head high, pretending to be one of the lead horses. She tossed her head around, sure of her balancing skills. She didn't fear the edge, and she made sure the cliff new that. She wasn't afraid of anything- especially not a lousy cliff. 
      She spun around and faced the colt, beckoning him to come closer. When he refused, she simply turned to her clever thinking and peered over the edge, pretending something interesting lie below. She stamped her feet, doing anything possible to make it realistic. She figured if the colt was curious enough, he would come closer. And come closer he did, and just as he peered over the edge she nipped his flank and galloped away with a grin on her face. The colt whipped around and tried to keep up- but failed. She continued galloping, feeling the wind in her mane. She was content with the fact no one could out-wit her, or out-run her. Deep down, she'd also known what she had done was probably worth being disciplined for- but she didn't care. She glanced over at the group of stallions and mares to see if any were watching and returned her gaze to the land that lie ahead of her. 

(Calypso's got a simple life right now haha)

By the time Calypso returned to her herd it was sundown and the sky was a deep blue. Surveying the herd, she saw everyone was either grazing, mingling, or even drifting off to sleep already. She flicked her ears and walked away from the commotion to a lone patch of grass near the edge of the clearing. She wanted to mingle with the herd, but her social skills where fairly bad so she kept to herself, and the rest of the herd respected that. Or they thought she was weird. Either way, they left her alone. She began to graze, deciding to try to get to sleep when the sky was black.

Rubi
Rubi blew out a little puff of air, relieved, when she reached the herd again. Behind her, the sun was just setting, its colors tinting her coat. The other horses were starting to come together for the night, pressing closer to each other for warmth and safety, and Rubi joined them. The big stallions of the herd all trotted around, snorting and in general showing off, as the sky grew slowly darker. Eventually, as the stars came out over the desert sky, Rubi fell asleep.

Mesa
With one ear attuned to the various noises, bird calls and the like, Mesa clopped further into the mountains. He walked cautiously down a pass, then halfway through stopped, nostrils flaring. Something smelled different. On both sides of the pass, the steep walls were lined with boulders and small trees, with plenty of spots for something to hide. Instinctively realizing that this was a bad place to get caught, Mesa turned slowly and headed back through the pass. He could hear it now, its low growling, its quiet breath. He didn't know where it was, but it was near. Finally, the  a mountain lion jumped out at him from behind a boulder. Mesa jumped away, galloped to the end of the pass, and slid to a halt. The cat sprinted after him, but without the element of surprise, it didn't have such an edge. Mesa planted a good kick and stood facing the cat, staring him down with his good eye, until the mountain lion decided to look for easier prey. It disappeared into the rocks, and Mesa started back toward the herd. He'd better warn the others before that cat took down a foal.

Tango stood on the outside of the large, loosely gathered bunch of horses. There had been rumors of mountain lions. She'd snooped around, listening to the older horses talk. Testing whether or not she could get any more information. 

*20 minutes before*
Tango stood with 2 other yearlings, the colt from before and another filly. She surveyed what was happening before her, horses were winding down, ready to sleep, tired from the day. She spotted Mesa, and she watched as he eased away from the herd, probably to patrol. Curiosity struck her between the eyes and she slipped away from the other yearlings, quietly following. She blended in well with the growing darkness- she thanked her mother for her dark coat. As Mesa continued through the mountains, Tango stood on the outskirts of the herd. Studying. She scrambled up on a boulder that granted her a look over all the mountains. She saw the way Mesa's nostrils flared and realized something was wrong- that he could probably smell her. She bolted back for the herd- refusing to take the chance of being caught away from the herd after dark. That, she knew, would not be something worth risking. 

*Present Time*
Tango pondered her choices, she could slip away from the herd again and try and find the mountain lion herself, or she could wait and watch her herd nervously mill about while trying to figure themselves out what to do. She liked the first option better.  She slipped away from the other horses fairly easily, despite them all being wide-eyed. She started down the mountain path Mesa had taken and studied the smells, searching for the smell of a cat. She didn't have to wait long, a twig snapped behind her and she halted and whipped around. She made out a large silhouette in the darkness. She wondered if she was staring at a horse, or an oversized cat.

Last edited on 2020-10-07 at 18:26:17 by ᴛʀᴜQᴜᴇ

(sorry guys, I was out of town)

Rubi
By the time Rubi woke up, most of the herd was wide awake. The sun was barely above the horizon, but in the desert, you had to take advantage of every moment in the cool morning air. She gazed at the pale, smooth colors of the sky, listening to the nickering of the herd, and though she was sleepy and content, the wonderfully cool air stirred up her wanderlust. Grabbing a bite of grass, Rubi trotted toward the edge of the herd before she'd finished chewing, eager to get moving. She was stopped by her friend, Arla.
"Oh, not again," Arla huffed, rolling her warm eyes. "You should've been a hummingbird- you never stop moving! One of these days, you'll wish you'd stayed safe with the herd, instead of running around finding trouble."
Rubi tossed her head. "I can't stand still when the wind blows like this. If not for you, I'd never come back. There's so much to see, and this bunch of fat grazers will never know what they're missing. You should come with sometime- we could have fun, a real adventure."
Arla snorted. "You and your adventures. I won't hold you down, but you'll wish I did when some coyote's chasing you down a canyon."
Rubi gave her silver-coated friend an affectionate nudge, then went on, moving into a canter. Sharp bits of gravel stung her legs, but she didn't care. She was off to find an adventure.

Mesa
The tall horse flicked his ears slightly, uncertain. All around him, the typical chaos went on: younger horses raring to chase the mountain lion off, older ones shaking their heads and recalling tales of past predator attacks, foals crowding their parents and jumping at every sound. This happened every time someone found some dangerous animal; even small bobcats spooked most horses. But he'd heard something different. What? He turned, scanning the herd. Everything looked the same... Wait. Only one mare didn't have a trembling foal or two by her side. He recognized her as the mother of that little daredevil, the black one.
Mesa's nostrils flared. Where was she? There was danger enough with a mountain lion on the loose, let alone a missing filly- And then he realized what must be going on, and with a snort of irritation, turned and made his way through the panicked herd. "Yes, of course, no, I'm sure it'll be fine, we'll get that cat yet, no cause for worry, excuse me, I have a bit of an appointment, thank you."
Once he'd left the body of the herd, he galloped into the mountains, looking for the filly. He paused at an intersection briefly, then plunged the same way he'd gone originally. She would have figured out the right way to go, he was sure.
It wasn't long before the wind brought her scent to him, and in a moment he saw her. He shook his head in bemusement. She was foolish, certainly, but undeniably brave. She would be a great leader, like him, once she was older, once she learned a little sense. "Tango!" he called, softly in hopes of not attracting attention. "You need to come back to the herd- it isn't safe out here!"
He'd barely spoken, though, when he heard a soft step. They weren't alone here. He mentally berated himself; he should have noticed the sharp, ugly smell of a mountain lion.

(It's totally fine! :3 - Bold move for Tango today, feeling it!)

    Tango whipped her head around to the sound of her name, a little proud, yet, a little uneasy because of what she'd heard behind her. Her ears immediately twisted, along with her legs, and suddenly she was face-to-face with the ugliest cat she'd ever seen. She had only milliseconds to think, and she knew that. She heard the puffs coming from Mesa behind her, searching her mind for what to do. It was dark- she'd be able to twist away, but only for a moment because the bobcat was smart- and fast. An idea presented itself to her. For a moment she had thought she was stupid- knew she was stupid, but it was better than running away. She knew the cat would be surprised by it too, heck, she might even be able to get rid of it- completely. She just hoped she weighed enough. She glances at Mesa's face. His eyes showed curiosity and concern- and frustration. She was in for it, she knew that much. She looked back at the cat. 

    Tango stood a mere 2 feet away from the ugly cat, but that was enough room for her. She jumped to the side, nearly slamming into the sloped canyon wall. The cat twisted toward her, less than surprised because it knew the young horse would try and slip away. He started toward her, and Tango took her chance. She launched herself forwards with all her might. Right into the cat. Right on-top the cat. She pounded it into the dirt with her hooves as she passed, but its claws caught her chest in multiple places. She spun, and looked at the surprised, bloodied, in shock cat that lied trampled into the ground. She immediately turned to Mesa, wondering what the heck she'd just done and what the heck got her here. Glancing back at the still-lying cat, she had no idea what Mesa would say. She was still grasping what she'd done herself.  She was ready to run back to the herd, or stay, or... whatever Mesa decided. She'd made enough decisions, for now, she'd let Mesa have a turn. Plus, she had no idea what the heck to do now. 

(I disappeared too-)

Calypso had woken up about an hour ago, and was completely bored out of her mind. She decided to take a walk, but going through the same forest everyday of your life can only be so enriching. She could try to go searching for berries? No, did that yesterday. Run by the river? No did that last week.. There's gotta be more to my life than just this. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a cardinal. She rested her gaze on the small bird and decided to chase it when it flew off. Something to do, I guess. Just as she came through the clearing, she skidded to a halt. She had reached the edge of the territory and was looking out onto the desert. The mountain herd border wasn't nearly as exciting, so she barely ever found herself there. As she saw the bird continue flying without a care in world, she was struck with a thought. Why do we even have borders? She glanced around, scouting for any mares or stallions in the area. None... She decided to take the chance. What do I have to lose at this point? If I don't expand my life I'm going to be doing the same thing every day until I die. After nervously pawing the ground for a moment, she closed her eyes and leaped from the standing position into the Talula herd territory. "Well this has to be quick, or I'm dead!" She thought aloud as she began cantering, feeling the new ground under her hooves. The new area was wonderful, and she finally felt excited for the first time in a while.

Well, I hope it isn't too late to introduce a new character... I just felt like, well, adding another character!

Name: Windigo
6 y/o Mare
Coat: Beautiful bay roan with a black face that slowly blends into the rest of her coat. Black stockings on all four legs, and a black mane and tail.
Build: Quite tall, mustang. 
Temperament: Very calm and understanding, and very intelligent, but don’t underestimate her. 
Herd: Talulah
Status: Lead Mare

Windigo
Windigo looked around, she could see the herd in the distance. She continued forward, moving away from the herd. She thought about earlier that morning when she watched Rubi trot away from the herd the second day in a row. She didn't mind too much, she figured the young mare was just looking for adventure. She cast her eyes upward at the sound of an eagle. It soared above her, as though it were tempting her. She gave in rather easily and galloped thunderously across the barren land. She stopped short after a while though, when she came in sight of the tree-line. She watched a horse in the distance jump out into the open and gallop into the Talula herds' territory. She didn't think she recognized the horse and trotted closer for a better look.  She watched, and the foreign horse seemed to be chasing a bird. She gained speed until she galloping shoulder to shoulder with the new horse. She was unalarmed, calm, yet, curios. She was a lead mare, and it was her job to protect her herd from danger. Although, she highly doubted this horse was trouble. She continued to gallop shoulder to shoulder with the horse, and she would until it slowed. This had better be good, she thought to herself. 

Last edited on 2020-10-07 at 15:23:12 by ᴛʀᴜQᴜᴇ

I wrote a whole post but it got deleted.. so here we go again. :l

Rubi
Rubi studied the horizon. There was a horse out there, almost on the border of the desert one she didn't recognize. Then again, she didn't know the rest of the herd all that well. She rose into a gallop, eager to meet this fellow adventurer. Then she stopped, frowned. A larger horse was coming in towards the loner. This one she knew, after they got closer- It was Windigo, the lead mare. What is she doing this far from the herd? she wondered, flicking her tail in surprise. The herd depended on their leaders to keep them safe from dangers. Well, if the leader knew this horse, it was surely a member of the herd, so no trouble. But she decided to postpone meeting this new friend, as she didn't much care for Windigo, though she did respect her. She trotted off, in the direction of the distant mountains.

Mesa
When he heard the cat, Mesa ran toward it without hesitation. It was too far, he knew that, but he couldn't well stay here and watch it kill the filly. He was halfway there when Tango moved, and he watched as she came at it, wisely not trying to flee. He winced as he heard the mountain lion's claws cut through her, but by the time he reached her, the lion was on the ground, and the filly still standing.
Mesa gave the cat a few good kicks to make sure it was dead, then turned back to Tango. He didn't know what his expression must've been- he felt amazement, relief, irritation, and more. He snorted. "That was foolish, you know."
But he gave her a look of respect, and shook out his mane. "But not a bad job." Then he returned his attention to the bloody slashes the mountain lion had dealt out, which were pretty gruesome even to someone with fair experience in such things like him, saying, "Now we'd better hurry back to the herd. I think it's a little late to tell your mother you never left," he added dryly, in regards to her bloody coat, "but with luck you'll be alright."