The Warshaw Herd (New herd topic, seeking players)

(I'll be a mare for a little while, but I may have her die off and replaceher with a foal of one of the others)

http://schwartze.deviantart.com/art/The-White-Dun-Mare-123402454?q=boost%3Apopular%20Mare&qo=176 (credit to shwarze)

Ariana perked her ears to the sound of a deep whinny, and slowly, shyly, headed towards it. When she laid eyes on the stallion, she stepped back, not knowing if she was welcome or not. Ariana let out a guttural whinny, letting him know she was there. Her long tail brushed against the ground, forelock covering her left eye.

"Hello?" She said, stepping out of the shadows with a small snort.



(Next one will be longer)

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Black Rose,
She stood one a moutain ledge looking down at the land below her, black mane and tail blowing slightly to the s-i-d-e when a ear pricing neigh echoed throigj the trees and bounces off the moutain walls. She returned it with the loud cry of a mare, it was beautiful but sharp and quick. With that the mare turned and carefully walked down watching her every step as pebles fell. Once down the mare took off tail up. Her movements where graceful and breath taking. Soon enough the mare saw him but didn't show herself. She didn't want to take attention away from another horse beacise they'd usually leave especial if stallion. Her brown eues gazed out, her white face marking standing out in the green and brown surrounding her.

Suddenly, Cupid heard a whinny, turning swiftly towards the sound. There, eh saw a beautiful mare standing before him. "Hello," he responded. ZCupid
looked the mare over momentarily. "Are you here in response of my call, or from some other undetermined reason?" he asked her. the question seemed kind of stupid, but you never know. "Under the circumstances you came from my call. I'm looking to start a herd. First of all, my name is Cupid. And may I ask who you are in return?" said Cupid.

Black Rose,
She watched them listening intensely to their voices ears pricked to the point. She couldn't help but to let out a soft Whicker, making her nostrils slightly vibrate. She stepped back staying out of view. Her eyes studied them, they both where quite majestic horses.

(Sss)

Black Rose,
Since she was hidden she didn't answer she decided to let the mare think it was just her imagination.

(A Whicker is much quite then a nigh and diffrent sounding Harley, just saying. Sss))

( I edited it. -.-)

(You didn't have to I was just telling you, sorry if I made you upset.)

(You didn't.)

(Kay )

(Sounds fine to me.)

(May I join? )

Maybe you should post her bio in the horse bios, Freya.

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I step on small hooves through the pine needles with tentative movements that brought little more sound than a small bird on a tree branch. My brown eyes watched the path obediantly, only straying to catch the small flash of movement from a creature of the forest. A loud neigh reaches my ears and they are erect in a fraction of a second. A snort comes from my snout and I smell the air, tasting it for the stallions scent. I kept walking and soon came to a large meadow. It was beautiful, with flowers and horses and everything in between. I saw the owner of the scent, but stayed back. I was nervous about seeing him, and wanted to wait to see how he acted and who he was. I rest my shoulder on the rough bark of a tree, the raw scent of Earth and pine a soothing feeling that reached its tendrils down into my heart and ripped away all the fear or anxiety I might be having if I had stepped any closer to the stud.

Past~
"But papa I don't wanna go!" The little filly sqeualed, her small hooves dug in the ground as her father pushed her forward "I'm sorry. I can't have you in a herd of Bacholers, it's not safe knowing what the older studs could do to you. Now go! Now!" He reared up, striking his long but muscley legs. Dusty squealed again and ran into the mountain paths, where she would stay and live in the precense of wolves.

Now~
Dusty lifted her head heavily and heard the muffling of little neighs in the distance and her eyes grew wider with hope, she smiled huge as she saw the small herd and reared up tall, belting out a large whinny. Dusty leapt in the air from her rear and galloped all the way from her hill, her short black mane bouncing ontop of her nutty brown hide.

Black rose decided to walk out moving through the thicket of branches and whickered walking over with a friendly expression and stopped a few feet from them as a breeze picked up her mane blowing it up to the right, "Hello I'm black rose." Hrr voice was like torn velet sweat and beautiful but yet rough and scratchy.

Sabrina looked around at the growing crowd uninterestedly. She back up a little and flicked her tail in agitation, unnerved by the silly fillies surrounding Cupid. "WE."

(Oh, by the way another quirk she has is that she sometimes talks in lolchatspeak. WE is whatever.)