"Success is going from failure to failure without losing your enthusiasm."
♣ Name ♣
Sanuye (Meaning "Red cloud at sunset") ((Pronounced SaN-Oo-Aye))
Most call her Rory or San
♣ Age ♣
8 years
♣ Gender ♣
Mare
♣ Sexuality ♣
Bisexual / Biromantic
((She / Her))
♣ Herd ♣
The Northern Herd
♣ Rank ♣
Lea Mare
♣ Breed(s) ♣
Appendix Quarter Horse (40% Quarter horse, 30% Thoroughbred, 15% Mustang, 7% Arabian, 8% Other / Unknown)
♣ Appearance ♣
This sorrel mare has a lean yet strong build. She stands 15hh at her shoulders and weighs 1,050 lbs. Her strong legs allow her to run fast and gracefully. San’s coat shines a red sorrel with a stripe down her muzzle and a white back right half stocking. Her eyes burn an intelligent orange, barley lighter than her base coat. Her mane falls to her left and reaches past her neck.
♣ Personality ♣
Sanuye is an easy going mare, often joking around with the others. She’s serious when she needs to be, and takes her rank seriously. She isn’t strict nor unforgiving. She is very kind, always looking at the bright side of things. She is also a very intelligent horse, and always ready to die for her herd. The red mare is a good listener, and always very supportive and understanding of other horses. Her sarcasm can come off as strange to other herds, most lead mares are very serious creatures, but she is not. Rory is proud of the way she is, her self confidence has found it’s happy medium and she feels as though she has no reason to change the way she is, for any horse.
♣ Bio ♣
Sanuye was born to a herd other than the northern herd. Her dam raised her well and when it was time, San left that herd and her parents with little to no remorse. She loved them very much and she viewed them as some of her closest friends, but she was excited about moving on and her parents were proud of her. She traveled as a lone mare for a year before she stumbled across the northern herd. She fit in immediately with her new herd and rose ranks quickly.

She had become the lead mare by the time the drought hit the lands. She was devastated to see the weaker horses start dropping like flies. She quickly told the herd to start moving from the land, without any hesitation. They have since traveled for miles on end, the herd is beginning to see more and more green, their hopes are rising and their muscles are returning. San is longing for the herd to be in good health once again, she doesn't know what she would do without them by her side.
♣ Family/Relations ♣
> Mother: Whereabouts Unknown
> Father: Whereabouts Unknown
> Crush: ((Pm me, but will most likely develop throughout the Rp))
♣ Other ♣
Pictures are linked to their sources!
I might edit a bit about her later!I think I might be getting an art block, ahahahahahaah, hopefully I’m just tired.

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((The seal brown horse))
"One who fell and got back up is so much stronger than one who never fell."
☆ Name ☆
Barin (Meaning "Noble Warrior")
☆ Age ☆
7 years
☆ Gender ☆
Stallion
☆ Sexuality ☆
Pansexual / Panromantic
((He / Him))
☆ Herd ☆
The Southern Herd
☆ Rank ☆
Guard
☆ Breed(s) ☆
Mustang
☆ Appearance ☆
Barin in a seal brown mustang with very little white.He has whiskers hanging off of his muzzle and he has beautiful brown umber eyes. He has a long wavy and tangled mane that reaches almost past his shoulders. His forelock occasionally falls over his eyes, it used to annoy him, but he now has learned to deal with it. He is a very Hardy horse, not much bothers him.

He has a short and stocky build, but his muscles ripple underneath his fur. He is a very string horse, that's one thing he is proud of. He stands 14.3 hands high at his withers and weighs 750 lbs. About average for his breed.
☆ Personality ☆
This stallion is mostly quiet and reserved, but he not an introvert. He is very kind and sweet, understanding and peaceful. He like to fight his battles with words, but if it ever comes to a fight, this well muscled horse is very skilled. He thinks over his every move before striking. To those to trusts, Barin is a fierce friend, willing to die for them. He is a selfless stallion, though he may have crossed the kine on that spectrum. He does not take good care of himself, all he does is help others, not himself. He believes that he is unimportant compared to others in this world, he only lives to defend and listen to them.

Barin is a calm stallion, only acts when he needs to. He never gets frustrated and it's difficult to make him angry, unless you mess with those he cares about.
☆ Bio ☆
Barin was born to a herd far off from the northern herd. His parents cared for him very much and were always kind to others, something Barin picked up on very quickly. Barin's father was a skilled fighter, and he taught his son everything he knew. Baring soon became very skilled in battle, something he still practices today. When Barin was a yearling, His mother and Father became pregnant with another foal. When she was born, Barin immediately felt a string connection with her. They grew up together, forming an unbreakable bond. When Barin was two years old, he decided to leave the herd in search of a new life. It was incredibly hard for him to part with his family. He left with a heavy heart, but excitement about his new life helped him move on. He traveled for a few days before something surprising happened.

He was just about to rest for the night before he heard a familiar voice calling his name. He found his sister, she had followed him the night he had left his heard. There was no way he could bring her back now, and secretly he didn't want to. He never wanted to be separated from her again. He and his sister travel together after that, until they stumbled across the Southern herd, they were kind to them and welcomed them into the herd. They now live together happily and peacefully, glad that they found such a welcoming herd.
☆ Family/Relations ☆
> Maajida // Sister // loves // Played by BlazeRed (#27478)
> Parents // Whereabouts unknown // presumed deceased // OPEN ((Pm me))
> Crush: ((Pm me, but will most likely develop throughout the Rp))
☆ Other ☆
Picture is linked to it's source!

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♢ Name ♢
Kansan (meaning "swift")
♢ Age ♢
6 years
♢ Gender ♢
Stallion
♢ Sexuality ♢
Homosexual / Panromantic
((He / Him))
♢ Herd ♢
None
♢ Rank ♢
Loner
♢ Breed(s) ♢
Thoroughbred / Mustang cross
♢ Appearance ♢a
Kansan is a very thin, and swift stallion. Some may mistake him for a mare. His light build allows him to fly across feilds and jump over rivers with ease. He looks fragile to most, but don't be decived, he his clever and scrappy, he is no less capable then any other stallion.

His coat shines a brilliant bay, going from light brown to the darkest black of them all. His mane is pitch black, complementing his legs. The only white laid out on his body is a snip and a star on his head. His snip lay between two deep brown eyes.
♢ Personality ♢
Kansan is a clever and decicing stallion. His sarcasm and flitatiousness can come as disrespectful to some, and let's just say they might not be wrong. He has no personal boudaries nir does he see any else's. He is like a sly fox, a trickster, always has a secret to tell. He has also been know to be fairly stubborn, but he can be persuaded into something after his points are proven wrong. (Will add more soon!)
♢ Bio ♢
Kansan's past was nothing special, he grew up with only his mother. His father left before his mother had her foal. Kansan's mother was a wise and proud mare, she raised him well. She sent him off on his own when he was old enough, ans Kansan has not heard of her since. Kansan now roams wild and free, maybe someday his story will become something more interesting.
♢ Family/Relations ♢
> Mother: Whereabouts unknown: Open! ((pm me))
> Father: Whereabouts unknown: Open! ((pm me))
> Crush: ((Pm me, but will most likely develop throughout the Rp))
♢ Other ♢
Pictures are linked to their sources!

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"Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself."
♤ Name ♤
Shay (meaning "A gift")
♤ Age ♤
6 years
♤ Gender ♤
Mare
♤ Sexuality ♤
Homosexual / Biromantic
♤ Herd ♤
The Southern Herd
♤ Rank ♤
Herd Mare
♤ Breed(s) ♤
Lipizzaner / Mustang / Thoroughbred / Friesian cross
♤ Appearance ♤
Shay is a beautiful and sleek mare. Her coat is like a shadow, black as night. This makes good camouflage for her in dark areas, or at night. She has long and thin legs, she looks almost fragile. But do not be deceived by her looks, Shay is quick and clever, she uses her wits against others, not her strength.

This black mare stands 15 hands even at her withers, and weighs a mere 993 lbs. Fairly light, she glides when she gallops. Fast and graceful, she barely ever touches the ground.
♤ Personality ♤
Shay is a timid, but clever mare. Shes a fast and smart thinker, a problem solver. Towards other horses she often comes off as shy and passive, and this is true about her to an extent. She is no introvert, she is quite friendly to others when she does strike up conversation. This mare speaks quietly, and occationally in a rushed, soft, and light voice.

Shay enjoys the company of others, but sometimes she can find it a little overwhemling. Her shy nature sometimes keeps her from speaking the way she wants, but thats never really bothered her. Her self confidence could be a little higher, but it is not low enough to reflect on ber life. She likes to try new things, but definatly not under pressure.
♤ Bio ♤
Shay was abandonded as a foal. She quickly became starved and malnourished. Sickness came upon her, and if it wasn't for the Southern herd then she would have died. She was adopted by a friendly mare who had just had a foal of her own pass away due to unknown reasons. Shay's adoptive mother was devestated at the death of her biological foal, and if not for Shay then she would have gone off the deep end and given up of everything.

Shay was raised in the southern herd, she was happy there. She stayed with them through the rest of her life and soon became a herd mare. She hopes to stay in the herd and continue to make new acquaintances and friends.
♤ Family/Relations ♤
> Adoptive mother: Open! ((pm me))
> Mother: Whereabouts unknown: Open! ((pm me))
> Father: Whereabouts unknown: Open! ((pm me))
> Crush: ((Pm me, but will most likely develop throughout the Rp))
♤ Other ♤
Pictures are linked to their sources!

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:: Name ::
Remo 'Rem'

:: Age ::
5 Years

:: Gender ::
Male

:: Sexuality ::
Heterosexual

:: Herd ::
Southern Herd

:: Rank ::
Scout

:: Breed(s) ::
Friesian

:: Appearance ::
Remo is a dark horse, his coat is an ashy black color, sometimes looking dark blue, his mane is dark and wavy and he has a little bit of hair dancing over the tops of his hooves his eyes are a dark brown color. He stands at 16 Hands in total, he weighs around 1,368lbs

:: Personality ::
Remo is rather distant, he loves the herd but he often keeps his distance due to him being a scout, he loves younger horses and likes to listen to others speak, he isn't one to start conversation but he is one to listen, and that causes him to get stuck speaking to Nobles for hours. While he's quiet around the herd he's Loyal and isn't afraid of a fight, Most mistake him as shy and quiet but he's almost the exact opposite when he's doing his job.

:: Bio ::
Remo was born into the herd, his father was a guard that was allowed to take a mate, His mother was a Herd Mare, he grew up rather normally and when he was about to leave the heard his father was killed due to a mountain lion attacking a colt and he tried to save it.

After his father's passing, he decided he would stick to the herd and took over the scouting position when it opened, He does not have a mate or any children

:: Family/Relations ::
Tenaia[Mother;Open;]
Wento[Father;Passed on]

:: Other ::
Neigh

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:: Name ::
Rika

:: Age ::
15 Years

:: Gender ::
Female

:: Sexuality ::
Heterosexual

:: Herd ::
Northern Herd

:: Rank ::
Noble

:: Breed(s) ::
Blue Roan Paint

:: Appearance ::
Rika is a mainly gray horse, she has mixes of whites all over her fur giving her the Image of old age, her ears are slightly torn and rimmed black, her face is mainly white due to her paint genes, her eyes are light brown and she holds scars all over her body. She is 25.3 Hands and weights around 1,110

:: Personality ::
Rika is loving, she is motherly like, she loves to tell stories and is easily distracted, she tends to complain about random things even if it doesn't effect her and she does go into the rants of 'Back in my day'

:: Bio ::
Rika's mother came into the herd pregnant, her father was a lead stallion of another herd but was killed in a fight for dominance so her mother left and found the northern herd, she was born and raised in the herd, she took a mate when she was in her 5th year [Open] and had her own children[Open]


:: Family/Relations ::
Svena[Mother;Passed on;]
Leon[Father;Passed on]
Open [Mate]
Open[Children]

:: Other ::
Neigh

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:: Name ::
Navena 'Nav'

:: Age ::
5 Years

:: Gender ::
Female

:: Sexuality ::
Heterosexual

:: Herd ::
Loner

:: Rank ::
N/A

:: Breed(s) ::
Appolosa

:: Appearance ::
Nav is a white-coated female with brown spots littering her body, her left eye is surrounded by the brown and from her knees down are the same brown, some of the spots on her body seem to stand out from the white her mane, is a blond color but her tail is blond to brown. She stands at 14.3 hands and weighs 1,094lbs

:: Personality ::
Nav is cautious, quiet and tends to stay away from arguments, she loves stories and loves to run, she does like the idea of a herd but it's hard for her to trust those she doesn't know

:: Bio ::
Nav was born when she was supposed to be, no early birth no late birth, she started progressing properly, and when she hit five months and was properly weaned her mother left her in a herd, she quickly grew up and stayed close to a local herd as she grew just in case, while she grew up in the herd she never really made a connection with them, so when she became a year and a half she left on her own and has been since

:: Family/Relations ::
Unknown[Mother;Passed on;]
Unknown[Father;Open]


:: Other ::
Neigh

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:: Name ::
Kumai

:: Age ::
3 Years

:: Gender ::
Male

:: Sexuality ::
Heterosexual

:: Herd ::
Northern Herd

:: Rank ::
Guard

:: Breed(s) ::
Quarter Horse x Appaloosa

:: Appearance ::
Kumai is a stocky horse, his coat can never seem to agree on a color choice from his hooves to his knees are a black color, leading into a brown before settling on an ashy gray color. He has dark brown spots littering his coat, and the gray stops right at his jaw before switching to a brown. Kumai has a white spot on his forehead that's almost shaped like a clover his mane and tail are a deep brown, he stands at 16.2 hands, and weights 1090lbs

:: Personality ::
Kumai is a rather odd horse, he doesn't like rolling in the dirt to get the sweat away, he doesn't like to run when he feels enjoyment, He just likes to be, he likes to walk around lazily and loves to just do his own thing. But that can switch like a flip of a coin, he can go from laid back and chill, to aggressive and angry when he's being threatened

:: Bio ::
Kumai was born into a diffrent herd and left to do his own thing, but he descovered he had no desier to make his own herd, he didn't want to lead, so he join up with another herd. He joined the Northern herd as a guard and its where he is now and hopefully for a while

:: Family/Relations ::
Delin-[Father;Unknown]
Lina-[Mother;Unknown]

:: Other ::
Neigh

"Remain calm, serene, and always in control of yourself. You will then find how easy it is to get along."

❀ Name ❀
Antheia
[Meaning 'flowery']

❀ Age ❀
8 Years

❀ Gender ❀
Female

❀ Sexuality ❀
Heterosexual - Heteroromantic
She/Her

❀ Herd ❀
Northern Herd

❀ Rank ❀
Herd Mare

❀ Breed ❀
Dutch Warmblood

❀ Appearance ❀
Antheia is just sixteen at the shoulder and weighs around 1400 pounds, most of that weight being muscle. Although this fairly average for her breed, Dutch Warmbloods tend to be larger than most horse breeds, making her a bit taller than her herd's average. She's never really considered herself a pretty mare, but she isn't bothered by this at all. Her coat color is bay, with her body mostly being reddish-brown in color, and eventually fading to a darker, almost black shade on her legs. Her mane and tail are black and her eyes are deep brown. She had no distinct markings aside from a small white spot on her forehead.

❀ Personality ❀
Antheia may be one of the most peaceful and mature mares in the Northern Herd. She has a very calm and mother-like personality, and she has a huge soft spot for foals. She hopes she'll be able to have one of her own some day. She tends to stay in a serene and clear-minded state, even when things are chaotic, this allows her to collect herself and quickly think of a solution when something goes wrong. She tends to be kind to all mares and foals, no matter where they come from, and even though this can be seen as her being too trusting, it makes it easy for her to get along with others. But, because of her past, she gets quite antsy around stallions that she doesn't know, and prefers to stay away from them. She has a great sense of humor, and she likes to put others into a good mood. She spends most of her free time going around the herd and asking if anyone needs help with something, and she's a very helpful mare. She dislikes violence of any kind, and will only resort to it if peaceful conversation doesn't work.

❀ Bio ❀
Antheia wasn't born wild, in fact, she and her mother originated from a small farm that resided out in the countryside. She doesn't remember much of how her life was on the farm, though, because only a week after she was born, one of the farmers had accidentally set the wooden stables on fire with their cigarette lighter. She and her mother managed to escape the stables, and from there they ran out into the wild, wanting to get as far away from the fire as possible. Not wanting to be alone, she and her mother spent many months travelling, trying to find other horses. Eventually, they found a lone stallion, but he wasn't as nice as they'd hoped he'd be. He spotted Antheia, and because he didn't recognize her as a foal he had sired, he tried to kill her. Her mother jumped in between them and tried to fight the stallion off, giving Antheia a chance to escape. She ran away, but her mother never followed. She didn't see her again, and she still has no idea what happened to her. However, she had to continue on, because she didn't want to stand around and wait for the aggressive stallion to find her. Luckily, after only a few days on her own, she stumbled upon the Northern Herd, where they were much nicer to her. The horses agreed to take her in, and so far the Northern Herd is the only place she can truly call her home.

❀ Family/Relations ❀
Agalia - Mother - Presumed Dead - Attacked by Lone Stallion
Crush: Open [PM me!]
Enemy: Lone Stallion [The one who attacked her mother, OPEN]

❀ Theme Song ❀
Carry You Home by Zara Larsson

❀ Other ❀
Neigh



"Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts. Perhaps it is the fear of losing power."

♛ Name ♛
Vasyl
[Meaning 'royal']

♛ Age ♛
10 Years

♛ Gender ♛
Male

♛ Sexuality ♛
Bisexual - Biromantic
He/Him

♛ Herd ♛
Southern Herd

♛ Rank ♛
Lead Stallion

♛ Breed ♛
Camargue Horse

♛ Appearance ♛
When you first look at him, you may not think that Vasyl is the Lead Stallion, simply because he's a bit smaller than most. He's just over fourteen hands at the shoulder and weighs 800 pounds, but for such a small horse he is surprisingly strong, and can definitely prove himself worthy of his rank through means of a fight if he needs to. Aside from his size, everything else about him is rather regal-looking. He has a white pelt with a few brown flecks here and there, especially on his back, and he has a long, blond mane. He's definitely not a 'pretty boy', though, and he's not afraid to get his pelt dirty. He has a distinct, pink patch on his nose. He tends to carry himself with his head held high, to make it clearer to others that he is a stallion of high status.

♛ Personality ♛
A natural leader, Vasyl knows how to keep large groups of horses under control. He's a very serious, no-nonsense leader, and he expects respect from the members of his herd. If you respect him, he will respect you in return. He always considers his herd while making decisions, and he likes to hear everyone's opinions on issues so that he can keep them in mind when coming up with a solution. He's not stubborn at all, and if someone has a better idea than his, he'll use the other idea. He often acts calm and friendly around those he knows well, but he isn't afraid to put someone in their place if they step out of line or challenge his leadership. Although he may not always show it, he cares deeply for his herd, and considers all the horses in it his family. As a result, he is quite protective over it, and he puts the herd over anything else, even his own life. He's rather cold and hostile towards other herds, it's not easy to gain his trust.

♛ Bio ♛
Vasyl was born in the Southern herd, but at the time it hadn't been doing very well. This was because they had a selfish Lead Stallion, who often made decisions just for himself and disregarded the impacts it would have on the lower ranking horses. It was apparent that the majority of the herd was not pleased with this style of leadership, barely anyone trusted or liked the Lead Stallion. Vasyl saw that if this continued on, the herd would fall apart, so he stepped up and challenged the Lead Stallion for his position. The Lead Stallion was much older than him, and even though that gave him more experience, it meant that Vasyl could move much quicker than him, and he had a bit more strength. It was a long, exhausting battle, but Vasyl eventually came out on top, and as soon as he had won, he banished the ex-leader from the herd's territory. Everyone was happy that the old leader was back, but it took Vasyl a while to gain the herd's respect because of how young he was, he was just over the age of a subordinate colt when he took power. However, he finally proved he was fit to run the herd after winning several challenges with other horses and defending the herd from wolves.

♛ Family/Relations ♛
Crush: Open [PM me! I'm going to be picky about this one, though]
Enemy: Open [PM me!]

♛ Theme Song ♛
Gold by Imagine Dragons

♛ Other ♛
Neigh



"Failure is a trickster with a keen sense of irony and cunning. It takes great delight in tripping one when success is almost in reach."

☆ Name ☆
Orestes
[Meaning 'one who can conquer mountains']

☆ Age ☆
5 Years

☆ Gender ☆
Male

☆ Sexuality ☆
Asexual - Homoromantic
He/Him

☆ Herd ☆
None

☆ Rank ☆
Lone Stallion

☆ Breed ☆
Akhal-Teke

☆ Appearance ☆
A very tall, elegant horse. His height is 16.2 hands at the shoulder, but he only weighs 1000 pounds. His build is perfect for running and jumping, but he's definitely not the strongest of horses. He walks with long, graceful strides. His appearance is sure to turn heads, because he was born with the cremello gene. His coat seems white at first, but the shiny glow of it is so strong that it would even be visible in dimmer lighting. Another strange thing about him are his blue eyes, which makes him stand out among other horses. He's rather proud of his appearance, and prefers not to get his coat covered in mud or dirt. His shiny coat does make it a tiny bit harder for him to hide, but he definitely has the speed to run away from his predators, so he's constantly on alert.

☆ Personality ☆
Sneaky and cunning, Orestes loves to play tricks on other horses. He's very good at getting on others' nerves, but he can also frame insults in a way so that they go right over the recipient's head. But he only tries to annoy horses that he doesn't like, and if you get close to him you'll find out that he has a great sense of humor, and that he cares for his loved ones. He likes having things done his way, and gets angry if someone thinks they can boss him around. That being said, he doesn't think the herd life is for him, because he has a thirst for adventure and freedom. He thinks a herd would just hold him back. Though some might call him reckless for living his life so dangerously, he likes the thrill, and it's made him braver than most. He's a very ambitious horse, always going after what he wants with ruthless determination, and not stopping until he gets it. That can be both a good thing and a bad thing. He's very stubborn as well, and won't ever admit that he's wrong.

☆ Bio ☆
His mother was ten months pregnant when she escaped from her humans and ran into the wild. She had ran off because she had been spooked by something, but she went too far and couldn't find her way back. Now vulnerable and one month away from giving birth to her foal, she went to find other horses. She eventually found a small herd where they let her join, and this herd was where Orestes was born and raised. Life was content with the small herd of horses, there was barely any trouble, and plenty of food, but Orestes quickly got bored with this life. He wanted something more, he wanted adventure. So, even though his mother had wanted him to stay, he left the herd as soon as he was old enough to. He traveled on his own for a long time, having many close encounters with predators and horses who were not so keen on him trespassing on their territory. Eventually he found the Northern Herd, and even though he didn't want to join them, he observed the herd, finding their predicament interesting. He's been following the herd from a distance for the past few days now, keeping a low profile. He wants to find out what's going to happen to them.

☆ Family/Relations ☆
Flo - Mother - Presumed Alive - In Another Herd
Crush: Open [PM me!]
Enemy: Open [PM me!]

☆ Theme Song ☆
Evil In The Night by Adam Lambert

☆ Other ☆
Neigh



"Anyone can give up, it's the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that's true strength."

➹ Name ➹
Maajida
[Meaning 'powerful']

➹ Age ➹
6 Years

➹ Gender ➹
Female

➹ Sexuality ➹
Pansexual - Panromantic
She/Her

➹ Herd ➹
Southern Herd

➹ Rank ➹
Guard

➹ Breed ➹
Mustang

➹ Appearance ➹
Maajida is very well-muscled, and from afar some might even mistake her for a stallion. She's only slightly smaller than her brother, standing at 14.1 hands at the shoulder and weighting 730 pounds. Just liker her leader, she definitely shouldn't be underestimated because of her height. There's a reason she's a guard, and that reason is that she's a darn good fighter. Her mane is light brown, curly, and often a tad bit messy, since she doesn't care too much about her appearance. Her coat is also brown, and is only a couple shades darker than her mane. There are a few lighter areas on her muzzle and around her eyes. Her heavy build unfortunately means that she can't pick up speed very quickly, but she makes up for that in stamina.

➹ Personality ➹
A very feisty and headstrong female. She tends to be very straightforward, saying whatever is on her mind, and although this may make her seem rude at times, she's the horse to come to if you need an honest opinion. She's often underestimated as a guard both because of her height and the fact that she isn't a stallion, but she's not afraid to give anyone who doubts her a little taste of what she can do. In fact, she seems as if she's hardly afraid of anything. Her courage means she won't hesitate in battle, but it also means she can get herself tangled up in a situation that she can't handle. She doesn't form bonds very easily, but when she does, they're strong. She is fiercely loyal to her herd and loved ones, and if you get close to her be prepared for her to never leave your side. She takes her rank very seriously, and can often be found training with her brother or one of the other guards.

➹ Bio ➹
Maajida was born far away from where she currently is, and she was lucky enough to have a very caring family. Right from the beginning, she had wanted to go out and train with her brother and father, but at first she had been considered too young to do something so rough. So during this time she spent a lot of time running around outside with her mother and listening to her stories. As fun as she found this time with her mother, she still wanted to learn how to fight, and the moment her parents declared she was old enough, she was out in the field training with her brother and father. She was very passionate about it, and often spent extra time training so that she could catch up with her brother, who had already been training for about a year more than she had. She eventually achieved this, and actually managed to beat her father in a fight once. Everything was going great. But then Barin left. She was devastated when her brother had decided to leave, and for a while she was in denial. Surely he would come back? After a few days had passed, she realized he was gone for good. Not wanting to never see him again, she said goodbye to her parents and ran after his trail. He eventually found him and traveled with him to the Southern herd, where she proudly earned the rank of a Guard.

➹ Family/Relations ➹
Barin - Brother - Loves - Played by For never, forever
Parents - Presumed Deceased - Left In Another Herd
Crush: Open [PM me!]
Enemy: Open [PM me!]

➹ Theme Song ➹
Just Like Fire by P!nk
or
Lady by Meghan Trainor

➹ Other ➹
Neigh

COURAGE

"I discovered early that running always made me feel powerful, free, and fearless."
:: Name ::
Courage
:: Age ::
5 Years
:: Gender ::
Male
:: Sexuality ::
Bisexual / Biromantic
:: Herd ::
Lone Horse
:: Rank ::
Stallion
:: Breed(s) ::
75% American Quarter Horse & 25% American Miniature Horse
:: Appearance ::
Courage is a american quarter horse and a american miniature horse mix. He has a tawny and white coat that shines in the sun, complete with a dark brown and white mane. With eyes that are a beatiful dark brown, Courage is quite a handsome male. Weighing about 900 pounds and standing at 14 hands, Courage is average for his age. He has a baerly noticable scar going along his spine.

Because Courage is small, most mistake him for being a weak pushover. They couldn't be more wrong. Most of his body is made out of muscle, and he can deliver and surprisingly strong kick. You wouldn't want to get into a fight with this stallion.
:: Personality ::
Courage is a flirt, and can sometimes be seen talking with a pretty mare/handsome stallion. When he's not flirting with someone, he can be found sprinting across an open field, strengthening his leg muscles. His daily schedule is wake up, flirt, eat, run, sleep, repeat.

However, his major flaw is that he is overconfident and believes he can do anything.
:: Bio ::
He had a quarter horse father and a quarter/miniature horse mix mother. The first year of his life was spent in human captivity. He was sold around for horse races. One time, he was sold to an abusive human. When the human brought the whip down on him for the first time, (one time too many!), he managed to kick the human in the ribs. He got a scar from the whip, one along his spine. To him, It's a reminder of how cruel humans can be. He ran away into the wild, and he's been there ever since.
:: Family/Relations ::
American Quarter Horse Father - Status: Unknown - Love
American Quarter Horse/American Miniature Horse Mix Mother - Status: Unknown - Love
Enemies: Northern and Southern Herds, and he is a lone horse. xD
Friends: None. Open! <3
Crush/Mate: None. Open! <3
:: Other ::
Neigh~

:: Name ::
Neha.

:: Age ::
7 years old.

:: Gender ::
Female / Mare.

:: Sexuality ::
Heterosexual & Biromantic.

:: Herd ::
Northern.

:: Rank ::
Scout.

:: Breed ::
Marwari Horse.

:: Appearance ::
A lovely mare with a coat as white as freshly fallen snow and eyes dark as a chunk of obsidian. At 14.2 hands high she is around average height for her breed with a slender, almost dainty frame, though rest assured she's quite hardy regardless of her fragile image, all lean muscle. She has a straight facial profile giving her a slight Roman look and unusual ears that curve inward. Long legs lead down to small, well formed grayish-white hooves. Her mane is long and more of an off-white, reaching down to her shoulders.

:: Personality ::
Neha is both confident and self-assured, always composed and sensible. While her temperament can be a bit chilly at times, especially around horses she isn't fond of, Neha is a mare who generally means well and wants to do right by her herd. Stubborn and strong-willed, once she has her mind set on something there isn't much that can be done to change it. This has led to her arguing with older horses and even her leaders in the past if she believed the decision they were making was the wrong one. Her attitude softens considerably around foals and Neha often spends her free time entertaining the herd''s youngsters even if she doesn't have much interest in ever becoming a mother herself. Neha's bold nature and courage earned a place as the herd's scout despite her tendency to question authority.

:: Bio ::
Neha has had a fairly normal upbringing, born within the Northern herd, her father a guard and mother a healer. She soaked up as much of her parents time that she could and reveled in all the affection showered upon her by her immediate kin. Neha was a rather rambunctious foal, proving quite the nuisance for the entire herd at times and often had to be herded back to camp by guards for sneaking off on her own or trying to follow the previous scout on missions.

:: Family/Relations ::
Open for family, friends, etc. Crush/mate is open as well, but preferably developed through roleplay.

:: Theme Song ::
Courtesy Call - Thousand Foot Krutch .

:: Other ::
Neigh!

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:: Name ::
Fuego.

:: Age ::
6 years old.

:: Gender ::
Male / Stallion.

:: Sexuality ::
Bisexual & Biromantic.

:: Herd ::
Southern.

:: Rank ::
Guard.

:: Breed ::
Mustang.

:: Appearance ::
Fuego is a short, stocky stallion, reaching just below 5 feet. His pelt is dense and a deep reddish-brown without a hint of any other color save for a narrow white stripe stretching from forehead to nose-tip, while his eyes are a lighter, warm shade of honey brown. Surefooted and built to endure, he has a compact, athletic frame, his body well-portioned and made up of firm muscle, his head clean and refined with a wide forehead and small muzzle.

:: Personality ::
Impatient and a bit lacking in the impulse control department, he portrays himself as being calm, collected and composed, but in truth he's a fiery soul with a temper that's easy to ignite. Once set off he tends to be unforgiving and relentless, more often with words than teeth as he isn't known to take physical violence lightly. Whether he comes to regret his actions or not will likely depend on how he feels about whoever was involved in the argument. Despite Fuego's volatile moods he isn't entirely unkind and attempts to treat others with respect until given a reason to dislike them. He comes across as confident and resolute, but has his own private insecurities to deal with.

Fearless and bold, he's not one to shy away from a challenge. Undeniably passionate about the causes and horses he chooses to align himself with, Fuego is someone you can trust to have your back no matter the dangers or risks. He always strives to do what he believes to be right, but tends to be so stuck on his own ideals that he isn't always open to new points of view. Fierce and protective, he considers himself a guardian and will always look out for the downtrodden. This in itself could prove a weakness. He is easily moved by the plights of others. Those who know him best can see past the rough and ever-so-serious facade he has created for himself, knowing him as an enthusiastic and optimistic individual with a softer heart than one might expect.

:: Bio ::
Fuego was born into a herd far from his current location, the first colt of an unhappy coupling. His parents’ mateship was arranged by their own parents, a matter of breeding for certain traits to better improve their bloodline. His upbringing was a strict one, raised to be mannerly and obedient. He never quite fit into the mold, feisty and outspoken from the start.

Fuego was trained as a soldier, bred to possess both the speed to capture intruders or predators and the strength to bring them down. It wasn’t long before his daily schedule became a bore. Once Fuego came of age he was paired off with a suitable mate (in the herd’s eyes mind you), a mare named Grace. The new couple didn’t get along and were often at one another’s throats, figuratively speaking of course, until one argument ended with Grace more literally leaping for the kill.

The ensuing fight led to their mateship being annulled and Fuego being listed as too hostile to serve as a breeder. Now considered a disgrace to his kin, he was chased from their borders, as any horse who couldn’t breed was considered useless. His father was less than pleased with this and spoke in his defense, but in the end there was nothing he could do to change their leaders minds.

Fuego wandered from territory to territory, bitter and alone. Determined to finish out his days as a lone stallion, as at least then nothing would be expected of him. Fuego was caught unprepared by a massive snowstorm on his way way through yet another unknown territory and was overcome by the elements, nearly dying buried beneath mounds of snow. As luck would have it, a patrol of Southern Herd guards came across him in one of the fields and rescued him. While reluctant to join them in the beginning his time with the herd left a lasting impression on him and he’s been with them ever since.

:: Family/Relations ::
Open for friends. Crush/mate is open as well, but preferably developed through roleplay.

:: Theme Song ::
No One's Here To Sleep - Naughty Boy ft. Bastille.

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:: Name ::
Fremont.

:: Age ::
12 years old.

:: Gender ::
Male / Gelding.

:: Sexuality ::
Asexual & Panromantic.

:: Herd ::
None.

:: Rank ::
None.

:: Breed ::
Shire Horse.

:: Appearance ::
A large stallion reaching 17.2 hands, He has a long and lean facial profile and. brawny build. A wide stripe starting at the forehead leads down to an all white muzzle. He has a short mane made up of dark hairs with a medium length tail. The majority of his pelt is a deep brownish-black while lower legs are white. His hair becomes longer and feathery around the hooves, but is otherwise short and sleek besides the lengthier mane and tail. His eyes are an odd pale blue.

:: Personality ::
Fremont is a very laid-back gelding with a mostly passive outlook on life. He won’t involve himself in another horses’s business unless it proves necessary and is usually willing to do whatever is asked of him, within reason of course. On the outside he may appear to be a very confident, calm and collected horse, but this is little more than a well maintained facade.

He has an underlying fear that other horses don't really want to be around him and only wish to manipulate him until he is no longer useful. He does realize this probably isn't true, but it's an issue he can't quite shake. He's fond of foals despite no longer having the desire to sire his own and will always treat them kindly. Overall, Fremont has a compassionate heart, helpful and kind to everyone he meets. Despite his true, less than self-assured demeanor, Fremont is a selfless gelding, and would risk his own life to help another in need.

:: Bio ::
Fremont was raised among humans for the majority of his life, fixed at an early age to retain a calm and gentle demeanor. As with most draft breeds he was used for hard labor and drawing carriages. Unfortunately his owners didn't treat him kindly, though he remained loyal to them even through extreme instances of both deliberate abuse and neglect. Eventually he was sold to a new master who treated him significantly better, but this happiness did not last.

Separated from his human during a storm, he never managed to find his beloved owner again and wandered the open plains ever since. He was lured into a herd soon-after by a young mare who befriended him, but didn't remain with them longer than a few months, shocked when he found the herd was a violent one who used their numbers to boss around and torment other animals. He was wanted for his muscle and intimidating size, nothing more, and he was having none of that, fleeing in the night and never looking back. Though he's quite lonely, he is reluctant to join another herd in the present.

:: Family/Relations ::
Friends and crush/mate are open, but preferably developed through roleplay.

:: Theme Song ::
Dream - Imagine Dragons.

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:: Name ::
Ardan.

:: Age ::
5 years, 7 months old.

:: Gender ::
Male / Stallion.

:: Sexuality ::
Pansexual & Panromantic.

:: Herd ::
Southern.

:: Rank ::
Healer.

:: Breed ::
Irish Cob.

:: Appearance ::
Ardan is a sturdy young stallion, standing nearly 16 hands with a stocky, well muscled build. His chest is deep and withers well rounded. As a small draught horse breed he has strong legs and hindquarters. His coat is predominately white, slashed with patches and flecks of reddish brown. His facial profile is completely straight, neither overly dished nor roman nosed. Ardan’s hair is short and sleek until you reach just below the knee where longer feathering is found. His white tail is quite long, but mane is around medium length. His eyes are large, expressive and a very deep brown. Ardan has a limping gait thanks to a permanent leg injury. Scarring can be found circling the right hind hock.

:: Personality ::
Ardan has a joyful and relaxed temperament, always willing to lend a helping hoof to those in need. His injury might limit him in some regards, but he isn’t one for self-pity and simply makes the best of it. As a healer Ardan isn’t required to do much patrolling or fighting and so spends most of his days among the herd looking after the wounded and ill, rarely leaving the group unless called out for an emergency. Though he is a fairly laid-back individual he’s quite witty and won’t put up with anyone belittling him. Anyone who thinks it’s a good idea to mock or patronize him will be left to tend to whatever is ailing them on their own until they apologize as he is both prideful and stubborn. He is fearless and devoted. and will always do his best to protect the herd. Though he doesn’t fight often he can still be found practicing in case he ever needs the skills, focusing more on his three good legs when it comes to getting around or defending himself and others.

:: Bio ::
Born among the herd, he was initially set to be a guard as an adult, having no desire to wander from the family and friends he’d made. As a colt he was quite the daredevil and that would eventually be his downfall. In an attempt to impress some friends, he tried to jump a rather wide ditch and never reached the other side, plummeting to the hard ground below and injuring one of his hind legs on the rocks he landed on. It wasn’t quite broken, but the healer informed him the injury would always stay with him. He remained in the healer’s company for many moons, finding through being tended to and watching her tend to others that he could perhaps still have a purpose. The old mare taught him all she knew before passing on and leaving Ardan as the herd’s sole healer. The fact that his own foolishness caused his injury is something he’s honestly quite embarrassed about, and wishes he’d been injured doing something more courageous.

:: Family/Relations ::
Family: Open.
Friends: Open.
Crush/Mate: Open, but preferably developed through roleplay.

:: Theme Song ::
Follow - Breaking Benjamin.

:: Other ::
He has a very strong Irish accent when speaking, but since I’m not great at writing out accents you’ll have to use your imaginations. :P

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:: Name ::
Esther

:: Age ::
7.7 years

:: Gender ::
Mare

:: Sexuality ::
Biromantic / Heterosexual
(( She/Her ))

:: Herd ::
Southern

:: Rank ::
Lead mare

:: Breed ::
Norwegian Fjord Horse

:: Appearance ::
Esther is a large horse, even for her breed. Standing at 17 hands, she has a muscular build. As a result she isn't particularly nimble, but she makes up for it with strength and intelligence. Her coat is a brown dun, and rarely dirty if Esther can help it. Her mane and tail are the characteristic brown and white of a fjord horse, and her eyes are dark brown, with patches of blue that you could only see up close. Some feathery hair grows just above her hooves.

:: Personality ::
At first glance, Esther radiates authority, but not in a oppressing way. Unlike the lead stallion, Esther is a very light-hearted mare, always there to crack a joke or offer a small bit of advice in the hardest situations. Once Esther makes a promise, that's it. She won't break it for the world. But if you break one of her promises, that's a different story. Esther either trusts you completely or not at all; there is no inbetween. In addition, she has quite a fiery temper. She is a very strong willed mare, and though earning her friendship may be hard, she is a excellent companion and will protect you with her own life. She is also somewhat of a bleeding heart as well. Beneath her easy-going demeanor, Esther is fiercely protective of her herd, but she isn't one to lead them into needless bloodshed. She is always a pacifist first, and she hopes that peace can be made between them and the Northern herd.

:: Bio ::
Esther was found as a lone foal, with no parent in sight when the herd found her. It's speculated that she was the result of a relationship between one of their herd and a lone horse, considering that one of their mares had disappeared that very day. She grew up as an outsider, without parents to mentor her. The current lead mare disliked her greatly, and made it very clear that she wasn't welcome. She always singled out Esther in her criticism, and by the time Esther was 6 years old, she had enough. In a moment of rage against the lead mare, Esther challenged her for her rank. She won due to her larger size and strength. But she hadn't expected to win; she had simply wanted to get out some anger, but now she really was lead mare. The shock wore off quickly, though, replaced by determination to protect her herd and her new rank. Almost 2 years later, she has led her herd through all kinds of hardship, earning their respect.

:: Family/Relations ::
Dam - Lone horse, former Southern herd, whereabouts unknown

Sire - Lone horse, whereabouts unknown

Crush - Open, maybe? Would have to develop through RP.

:: Other ::
Theme Song: In The Name Of Love - Martin Garrix & Bebe Rexha
voice claim.

❝ quote. ❞

:: Name ::
Hiyoko

:: Age ::
4.3 years

:: Gender ::
Mare

:: Sexuality ::
Homoromantic / Asexual
(( She/Her ))

:: Herd ::
Northern

:: Rank ::
Healer

:: Breed ::
Shetland Pony

:: Appearance ::
Hiyoko has a stocky build, and her short legs make it hard for her to run very fast. Her fur is shaggy, a brown-black color with a white patch and Appaloosa markings, and it's clear she doesn't care much to keep it clean. One of her most startling features is her cloudy blind eyes, usually hidden by the bangs of her long off-white mane.

:: Personality ::
Due to Hiyoko's sweet voice and small appearance, many at first glance see her as an innocent, almost childish mare. Don't be fooled; she is fiercely stubborn, and is very hard to calm down if someone sets off her fiery temper. She has an endless supply of rude and sarcastic quips, and is a particularly talented liar. Deceit is a skill that comes quite easily to her. Though she appears confident, Hiyoko is actually very insecure and can be rather... emotional at times. She isn't known to perform well while angry or stressed, instead making rushed decisions that usually end in mayhem. If you can get past her abrasive demeanor, she is a excellent friend to have, if a little protective. (very, very protective.)

:: Other ::
Theme Song: title - artist
voice claim.
Neigh ^_^

“Everyone has their moments of fear.”

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:: Age ::

:: Gender ::

:: Sexuality ::

:: Herd ::

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:: Breed(s) ::

:: Appearance ::

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