[.Ghosts of the West.] [Equine RP] [Open and Accepting]

[Jackkdaw]

[[Ah yeah, that's my bad, should've clarified more. But yesh, they're already in le group.

Renegade

The buckskin stood atop one of the various canyon ridges slightly elevated over the ledge where the others were located. Renegade's gaze shifted between his herd and the large open valley that lay on the other side of the ridge, keeping a cautious watch with the knowledge that the man-beasts have indeed been becoming wiser in their methods of reaching them through the labyrinth of a canyon. Blinking, the stallion gave his overgrown mane a quick shake before refocusing his attention on his herdmates. No sign of 'em, yet. He thought to himself as he slowly meandered back down to the company of the herd. Sightings of the humans were becoming too often for comfort, and Renegade kept a silent watch as not to alarm the others. Blowing a soft snort from his flared nostrils, he dipped his head in a good morning greeting to the horses as he passed.

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((Okay ))

Cheyanne
The paint mare let out several snorts as she continued to graze from the small patches that slightly covered the canyon ground-her ears up right in order to keep alert in case another human encounter happened. The quiet sound of clopping hooves caused her head to dart up and turn to the left, seeing Renegade heading back towards the herd-he was the one who took over the herd and took many horses in after they were all stirred up and many captured. Showing her respect to the stallion she dipped her head and let out a quiet neigh to not draw attention to the herd. Cheyannes tail continued to flick as a small breeze brushed past her once again-letting out a snort the brown patched mare dipped her head down once again. Ripping out a large clump of grass from the ground she lifted her head once again-her chocolate optics scanning the large area that was filled with the canyon rock-her ears flicking at the chirping from birds in the distance and the odd screeches of eagles. A snort flowing out her nostrils once again as she continued chewing on the many blades that were still held in her jaws.

[Hennessy]

Misty fluttered her eye lids open, the sun casting brilliant orange streaks across the sky. She stood up and tossed her head, ridding her mane of grass and any other things that would come out so easily. She began walking to a small watering hole a few steps away. Once she got there she lowered her head down and sipped the water quietly. Misty then lifted her head up and made her way to a patch of grass and began to graze. She could see Renegade looking over the herd before coming down the slope toward them. She perked her eyes to stay alert for the man-beasts. She has been noticing the strange disappearances of the herd. She had lost her father a year ago to these beasts and wasn't going to let them take anymore of the herd.

[Celeyan]

Name: Lycanix is his name.
Breed: He is an appaloosa, at least- that's what he thinks.
Age: He is three years and a half old.
Gender: Lycanix is a stallion.

Physical Appearance: With a head held high, a mean gaze imprinted on a bold face- he is a stallion that many have tried to capture and have failed to do so. A strong horse- muscles rippled under his vulcanite-black pelt, clear that he is a fighter, and a survivor. He is a tall horse- standing at 16.1 hh, with tresses of silky obsidian-black that plunged over his neck and pooled off his shoulders like a waterfall made of the moons shadow. The flames in his soul had become his eyes- churning into large fiery spirals of a dark, fiery amber. Scars line his pelt- one noticeable one is on his back- a long gash that has healed over the months, while another is split across his left leg- corded with muscle as well.

Personality:
Lycanix is the horse of the wild.

He has suffered physically in order to gain the tough figure he has now, which shows that he is a true survivor of these lands, built for toil and survival. With heightened senses, he has a suspicious, wary attitude- and is prone to pick up things that are either dangerous, or at least something the others should be cautious about. Lycanix is a loyal horse of the herd- he isn't that sociable, yet his loyalty is shown through his actions. He isn't afraid to die, or get captured by man, as he is focused on protecting his herd, willing to lay his life on the line for the well-being of another. A heart of pure gold.

He isn't as bulky as most stallions- yet he is rather intelligent, and even cunning when it comes to brain power- something else that has helped him stay out of the ropes of the humans for this long. Around other horses, he can be a bit of a defensive stallion, he likes his privacy- and doesn't like others to ask him a lot of questions, as he doesn't wish to reveal too much about himself to anyone, unless he trusts them. Usually- he is more shy, yet when the situation forces him to change, he will change. As a foal, his most prominent trait was his curiosity; he was always asking questions, always seeking to learn more. It didn't seem to matter what it was, he just wanted to learn it, as he was a quick learner- this information has proved to help him, at points. He is usually a cautious horse, yet around others- he can be seen as a kind character, caring with an adventurous nature that never seemed to die out as a foal.

The stallion does have a truly chivalrous side (usually towards mares), as well as a more laid-back and good-humored disposition that often shows itself when he is most peaceful, which is something he hasn't felt in a while. The threat of the humans is making him anxious.

History: He lived a simple life, just ask him about it and he'll tell you.
Family: He has a sister in the herd, named Eki.

Tamable: He believes the humans are evil for taking away his herd members, and he will fight hard in the case that he should be captured by a human. Should the human prove to be trustful enough- his views may be changed, but he will always wish to return to the wild, his fiery spirit can become lighter- yet it will burn, and never be doused. He has actually helped his more, calmer sister- Eki, escape the humans once, and also helped release a few other horses, so he'd be more of pest to humans, as his trust isn't easily gained.

Extra: Nothing about him, but I loved the movie!

Lycanix is done, now I must do his sister!

[Koolwolfe]

Name: Tesha

Breed: Quarter Horse.

Age: 4 Y/O

Gender: Female

Physical Appearance(Height, Color, Markings, Scars, etc): 15'1

Personality: Meet her please.~


History(optional): Never says

Family(optional): She is guessing they are dead she never met them.

Tamable?(Is your character willing to be/will they eventually be tamed?) She will eventually be tamed, but will be hard to tame. (Can someone act as the human who captures her?)

Extra:(Optional) She has eagle feathers in her mane.

[Jackkdaw]

[[Wowzers, bootiful application, Meowzers! He's accepted, of course!
@Taxmania, Tesha ish accepted. However, human control with capture, taming, etc. is all up to you.

Renegade

The mustang, with his head low, continued making his way through the small herd, his tan hooves clopping on the hard canyon ground beneath him. Renegade flicked his dirty tail at his golden brown flanks, the motion making an audible swishing sound as the hairs brushed across his hindquarters to discourage the landing attempts of a few pestering flies. With a soft huff, the stallion slowly came to a stop beside the two mares known as Cheyanne and Misty. Keeping his head prominently raised, he did yet another cautious sweep of their surroundings. "Well, no sign of them yet." Renegade murmured, almost under his breath. Shaking his mane, he dipped his head to snatch up a few blades of grass before raising it again. "Just don't let your guards down. They've always got a way of surprising us." He added sternly, his observant gaze scanning all the possible places he knew of where the man-beasts could find a way in.

[Koolwolfe]

Tesha

The large mare reared up blinking slowly, she was free, and for that she was grateful not to be captured by those creatures with 2 legs and not four, they were rather strange. She sighed lowly if only she wasn't alone, she walked around as she saw a appaloosa, she thought she was alone, well guess not. After saying that within her mind she trotted over to the stallion in a friendly approach she then responded "H-Hello..."

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Mentioned: Lycanix
Addressed To: Lycanix

[Celeyan]

Lycanix had looked around slowly, observing the land- and watching with a cautious eye.

He had gone to patrol the herds lands before most of his herd-mates woke up, as he was growing wise in the ways of humans. Lycanix figured that if the horses could see the humans coming early on, they could leave and hide before the humans had gotten to the main herd. He didn't want to lose any more herd-members than he already had lost. It killed him every time he had noticed a disappearance in the herd. The thought of losing so many friends, made him hate humans with a bitter hatred. Never would he want to be tamed by those vile creatures- they captured his kind, and forced them to do work. That was something Eki, his sister would have gone through, if he hadn't of saved her before.

He had recalled the time he had noticed the herds members disappearing. Eki was worried, as was he- and he was a fairly more protective brother than usual. At one point- his white-maned sister had escaped his sight, and the next day- he had found she hadn't returned to the herd, like so many of his herd-mates. The thought of his sibling being taken away sent such a rage through his body, that he was willing to die to save his sister. So- he had set off, away from the herd to find her. He had found her- tied up with a few other horses a few days after searching. With the rage of the horses captured- one of a captured king, he had helped Eki, and the others escape. The humans had watched him with awe- and with an angry snort, and with the rage of a brother who had just found his sister in danger, he had given a harsh kick to the man closest to him.

That was only the beginning of his rage for the humans.

With a snort, and a last glance around, he had begun to walk back to the herds home, his head held high, and his stature one of a proud king who was confident in the ways of his land. He moved in the way of a march, yet that had soon broke into a confident and rather fast gallop. He had flew off his feet into the daring wind- as if he was flying, before his hooves kissed the ground, as he plummeted forward. He had run with his mane and tail streaming behind him, whipping around like un-tameable wildfire, like the fire that danced in his eyes as he soared forward. It didn't take him long to get back to the herds home, and he had slowed his fast pace, moving into a trot- before easing into a calm walk as he saw his herd-mates come into view. The stallion had trotted off to go graze off on his own. His sister, Eki- had walked over with a smooth trot, and he had acknowledged her with a fine snort.

He was about to speak to her, when the sound of a voice filled his ears. The stallion had turned his head- as did Eki, and they both stared at a mare who had approached in a friendly manner. The stallion had shrunken back shyly, he was particularly shy around mares he didn't know, but he tried his best to socialize. "Hello." He had said simply. Eki- noticing his discomfort had looked at Tesha, her tail swishing behind her- as she greeted the mare as well. "Hi." The stallion had looked at his sister, his tail swishing behind him before he turned back to the mare, giving a friendly bow of his head. "How are you?" Eki had spoken, trying to spark a conversation with the mare. Lycanix had turned his head- looking around for a moment before he saw the lead stallion. Shouldn't he report to him what he had seen, no sign of humans was a good sign. He had turned back to the two mares. "Excuse me, but hold on. I have to report to Renegade." He had said- gesturing towards the lead stallion.

Lycanix had trotted over, his posture low, he made it clear he was addressing Renegade, before speaking. "When I went to patrol the lands, there were no signs of the humans."

Mentioned: Tesha, Eki (NPC), and Renegade.
Addressed: Eki (First), Tesha (Second), Renegade (Third)

(( I want to make Eki but I also want to post, so Eki is a slight npc for now if that's alright with you? xD)

[Jackkdaw]

[[Hehe, no problem. x3 I adore your RP skills, btw. o3o

Renegade

Alternating between a few nips of the grass and surveying the landscape, Renegade kept his mind focused on keeping a lookout. It was his job after all. Craning his muscular neck down once more, he snatched up a few more blades of the short grass, jaws working side to side as they ground down the foliage. The stallion noticed the approaching hoofsteps of the other, Lycanix, whom he knew as a skilled scout. Anticipating the coming report, Renegade raised his head, ears laid forward as the appaloosa approached. "Any news?" Renegade questioned lightly, taking a step forward to meet the equine. He blinked and nodded at Lycanix's good report, dipping his head respectfully. "Oh? That is good news indeed. Thank you, Lycanix." The buckskin replied with a thankful smile and subtle huff of relief, though he knew this didn't mean their troubles were over.

[IndigoCloud]

Renn
A pair of dark brown eyes darted across the horizon, not picking up any signs of movement. The chestnut mare's tail flicked rhythmically as she craned her neck down to pull out a few of the delicate blades of grass beneath her. She lifted her head up once she had finished her mouthful, lifting each one of her legs individually to release the stiffness in them. She trotted away from the boundaries of the herd and more into the centre of the gathering of horses.

Renn had not failed to notice the decreasing numbers in the herd, the thought had planted a deep pit of dread in her stomach, and a burning fire in her heart. Her thoughts travelled back to the time she had been captures by the two-legs, she had never paid much attention to them since that experience. Her mother, a beautiful white Arabian had saved her beloved foal by letting the two-legs take her instead. The memories still haunted Renn like nightmares, and the only source of comfort had been her father, but he had been recently taken alongside sme others from the herd.

The Mustang snapped out of her thoughts as her gaze rested on another mare from the herd, named Cheyanne. Renn let out a quiet snort as she tossed her mane, pawing at the dry, cracked earth with her hoof. She smiled at the mare and made her way towards her, "Good morning." The chestnut mare nickered, her attention on Cheyanne as she stopped a few hoof steps away.
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Mentioned: Cheyanne.
Addressed: Cheyanne.