Herd Check #1

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Herd Check #1

Please post below if you are an active lead stallion. DO NOT post below because you just came on one day and there was the check and you post and never come back. You'll probably lost the herd the next check.
The ending date for this is June 30th. You have tweenty one days to do this!! Make sure to fill out the forum and post below. Being able to fill out the forum shows me you have time and you are able to be active and lead a herd on this site.

Forum:

[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Herd Name:[/b]
[b]Example Post: [/b](50 words, soo easy!)
[b]Will you be Active?:[/b] (Tell the truth!)
[b]How many time will you be on in a week?:[/b] (Tell the truth!)
[b]Will you update the herd status?[/b]

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[li] Long Valley Herd
[/li][li] Grassy Plains Herd
[/li][li] Winding Woods Herd
[/li][li] Desert Herd
[/li][li] Magic Mountains Herd
[/li][li] River Bends Herd
[/li][li] Flat Canyons Herd
[/li][li] Hidden Falls Herd
[/li][li] Golden Forest herd[/li][/ul]

[♥ A R i E L A]

Name: Golden Blaze
Herd Name: Grassy Plains herd
Example Post:

Lightning crashed through the darkened sky and thunder pounded the drum of the heavens while the wind played the flute. Shadows stretched long and dark across the landscape, trees thin and ghostlike in the dead of the night. Every now and then, a low, haunted cry of a wolf pierced the nighttime air and a spooky hoot of an owl accentuated the dooming atmosphere of the night. Rain plummeted from the sky, daggers of liquid ice, piercing all who dared to step away from the shelter of the ghostlike trees, and the ground had begun to soften to a mucky quagmire which sunk a little deeper every time the lonely golden figure took a step forward. Head bent against the wrath of the storm, the stag trod slowly through the swamp-like ground and felt the cool mud sinking over his hooves and around his hocks, settling between the ebonite hairs and the sculpted grooves of his strut. Uncontrolled wind whipped shadowy tassels into his face, sharp and blinding as the pouring rain and he had to squint coffee brown opticals to see the first few feet ahead. It was completely by chance that those dark lanterns fell upon the shadowed form a painted femme, alone and forlorn in the sinister cast of the night.

As Blaze made his way towards the mare, thunder crashed in his auds and he could barely hear himself think. What was this fae doing so alone in the dead of the night, no less in the climax of a hellish thunderstorm? To be honest, the stag wasn't so sure what he himself was doing here, now. He certainly hadn't been looking to meet mares at this hour... so what had brought him here? To tell the truth, he had no idea. But whatever off-center reason had propelled the stag to come to this haunted place, it wasn't leaving anytime soon. And now, he had a better reason to stay. This mare, whether she had gotten lost near the claiming grounds and been unable to find shelter or she had become lost within herself and didn't care enough or know enough to get out the storm- for whatever reason she was here, she needed help. Whether she wanted to join his herd or not, Blaze couldn't care less. All he knew was that she needed help and that he knew how to give it- in most cases.

Experience had made Blaze an old hand at most tough topics, after suffering through his own horror of a past and helping Rose, Whisper, and Shadow cope with it all. But as much terrors as had entered the stallion's auds, every one struck a cord within him and tore at his heart. Somehow, the losses of those he spoke to and trusted became his losses, and as he helped them to come to terms with their past Blaze often found that he was banishing his own inner demon. He'd always had a passion of helping others, even if he never realized it till about a year ago. For a second, Blaze thought of the filly Radiance and his inexplicable urge to protect her from anything, help her with anything and let her stay alive and live a long and contented life. Whisper, the misunderstood fae, so desperate for someone to finally see the real her and Blaze so desperate to find out. Whisper... yes, he was sure now- there was something about her story which still haunted him. She had spoken of a betrayal, a betrayal which tore at her heart and broke her down, but besides that Blaze knew nothing else- had it been a mare or a stag who broke the innocent essa's heart, how they had done it, and where they were now. As much as Blaze tried to tell himself that such things were of no matter, it still tugged at his heart.

Upon reaching the fae, so alone and broken-looking in the heat of the storm, wind whipping at her tresses. At closer glance, Blaze was able to see that the femora had a painted pattern upon her white bodice and her lanterns glowed a rare and enchanting emerald like nothing Blaze had seen ever before. She had a rare, refined beauty which glowed in Blaze's eyes, but even as he took his first glimpse of this femme, he saw that her beauty was shrouded by a dark and looming secret of a past, something which had broken her down to something smaller than shattered glass. For a moment, Blaze was afraid to speak to her, afraid to glimpse the horrors which had befell her, because this mare was undoubtedly different from the rest. But even with his fear, Blaze knew he couldn't leave now- he'd gotten himself into this and he had to get himself out- with this mare. Before he could stop himself, Blaze opened his maw and let gentle words tumble out, soft and surreal in the wildness of the storm, and holding the essence of his heart.

Greetings, m'lady. My name is Golden Blaze, but most call me Blaze.

The stag paused for a moment, deciding what next to say. He wouldn't push to find her name, he'd let that come when she wanted it to. But what to say- he could ask her if she were lost, but if she was, how likely was it that she would tell the truth? He could ask her why she was here, but he didn't want to pressure her into revealing things that she didn't want to, not yet, not until he knew what she really needed. But even as he battled with his own thoughts, Blaze realized that none of these options felt quite right in his mouth, quite right for this fae, for this moment. And so he realized something that he hadn't realized before this day. Something which would be important for the future, something which he realized would have changed his life if he'd known it before.

Will you be Active?: Yes!!! I'm sorry I haven't been on much lately cause of finals and such, but as of Friday the 13th (scary I know) I will be on pretty much every day to RP till I drop!
How many time will you be on in a week?: As soon as school gets out probably 5-7 times a week
Will you update the herd status? Yes, ma'am! if you care to look, I have updated all my stats every time Blazey gets a new mare or foal

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Name: Black Tear
Herd Name: Long Valley herd
Example Post:

The land was barren and empty save for two figures. One stood alone, hissing angrily, waiting. The second strode proudly across the landscape, his head raised high in pride, his tassels waving, announcements of his arrival. His deep, dark eyes blazed with determination and muscles gleamed under his black and white pelt. It was the Gypsy Vanner blood that made him strong he knew, and he also knew not to take it for granted.

This was happening all too soon. Not so long ago had he found the new land which seemed to call his name and the fae who called to his heart. It seemed as if that once he had found something that was really, truly his, someone had to come and take it away again. Whether it was his father or this strange new stag, someone always had to shatter his world. He could not stand to lose this fight. Black Tear had never been a fan of battle. In fact, he hated bloodshed, the bodies, the pain, the hatred in the brute's gleaming orbs. But if he had to fight to save Echo and his land, fight he would, and he would fight with all he had.

As he came nearer and nearer to the stallion, the voice of the mare Black Tear once loved rang in his head, sweet and melodic. In the face of oppression, you must shine like the sun, my love. There is an uncountable amount of darkness in this world, and a little bit of light will never do any harm. Radiate love and love will be returned. He tried to reassure himself with these words, but here, they sounded wrong and corny and stupid. His opponents eyes gleamed with malice and ambition, sweat clung to his back. His voice was icy as he hissed impatiently, waiting for the arrival of his rival. Yes, he was a formidable enemy, but in the right moment every horse could be a formidable enemy. Because when you are fighting for something you care about, strength can come from places you never would believe in the ordinary world.

The Gypsy Vanner stag's steps were slow and deliberate. He he run, he would have lost his dignity and wasted too much energy that he could spare. Rather, his legs moved high into the air and thudded down onto the hard ground, their feathers caked with mud, the muddy hooves thudding decisively onto the ground every time he stepped. When he reached the brute, Black Tear stood squarely, his dark eyes penetrating those of his rival, his crown raised high with poise and elegance. And with a sudden, resolute cry, Black Tear rose high into the air into an intimidating rear. His tresses seemed to touch the sky and his cry echoed throughout the empty valley, announcing his presence. He seemed to hang there, suspended for centuries, bathed in a golden light, until suddenly, the charm broke and he thudded to the ground, his hooves resonating a single ring of pride. Because no one could defeat him now. His voice was strong and bold as he spoke, his dark eyes sparkling with fortitude.

I have come, and I shall fight to the death.

Will you be Active?: 'Course
How many time will you be on in a week?: 5-7 starting this Friday
Will you update the herd status? Yes, yes, and yes.

[Thanos]

Name: Thunder
Herd Name: Winding Woods Herd
Example Post:

The wind wipped through his tangled mane sending his tail cracking against his black hide like a wip. He raised his head from the grassy ground, his ears swivelled to take in the sound. Something was wrong. His nostrils flared suddenly. A hurricane. He spun around to gather his herd. He managed to get them into a sheltered cave as the rain exploded on him, individual cougar claws drumming into his sides. He quickly entered the cave after his mares. His filly watched the weather outside with frightened eyes before her mother herded her to the back of the caves where everyone else hid. Several days later the storm roared on, the eye was yet to be reached, his lead came to him.
Thunder, please rest. The eye will be reached soon and then we can eat... but until then I will make sure everone stays safe.
Thunder wanted so badly to refuse but he knew he would just collapse if he went on much longer. His lead nudged him gentley, her eyes wide with worry and fear. He sighed, giving up, and nuzzled her before laying down on the cold ground. Letting sleep consume him in a wave as dark as his hide. It was only a few hours later when he woke to a decrease of sound. He stood and looked out. The rain had ceased its relentless pounding but an ominous cloud was still draped over the land. Thunder let his herd out to graze, keeping an eye out for any danger, and for a sign of the hurricane coming back. Twas a hard life.

Will you be Active?: I'll try my best as my muse is returning
How many time will you be on in a week?: A few times, maybe three times, I might not post all the time but I'll do my best!
Will you update the herd status? Definately! Some of his mares have disapeared.

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Name: Thanos
Herd Name: Desert Herd
Example Post:

His pelt was scarred and fresh blood dripped from his hooves that dug up dried vegitation. His mane draped over his neck and his tail snapped at a fly that was still alive in the blistering heat. He snorted watching his herd travel across the grounds. He particularly watched the colt, yes, his eyes already had a darkness to them. All he had to do was push that darkness a little farther. It seemed causing the death of the colts father had got him farther then expected. Yes... this land would be a ground of many great horses. Kings and warriors would be raised her. No one would ever beat him or those he trained in his ways. He smirked at the thought, bowing his head to tear off another stack of brown grass.

Will you be Active?: I'll do my best as my muse is returning!
How many time will you be on in a week?: A few times, maybe three times, I might not post all the time but I'll do my best!
Will you update the herd status? Yes, I have a few more mares.

[Reflection]

Name:Reflection
Herd Name: Magic Mountains Herd

Example Post:

Honor falls upon those who walk these Lands

Illusion

Just by stepping upon these lands you were immediately casted as an equal, win or lose. You were brave enough to take on the challenge and therefore you should be honored either way. Muscled chest inhaled and pushed out a large amount of carbon. He was here; where others took on the saddening deathly chore. Sharpened daggers embedded the ice, kicking particles of snow behind my knives. Blue roan paint markings completed his noble portrait. The sun had taken over the icy skies and already the ground was quite treacherous. Their corners were sharp as blades

Oh, the massive pains of the past all come flooding back to the stag. Each motion made dreadfully enticed him to delve further into this mass of the sorrowing lustful passions of the latterly iced earth. Nature had its own ways of fitting each creature with the ideal habitat. The most truthful anonymity to all of the earth bound was the mysteries settling below the absoloute calm exterior of the icy valley. Each who met this powerful creation of mother-nature was immediately struck in awe of its tranquilizing beauty, yet there was a shroud of blood spread across the horizion. A metronome of the equal waves in mind in their constant rolling motions beat like the hearts of every living being. The Stag held his boa at half mast; the quiet peace settling over his crystal clear sapphire optics. He closed his optics for a moment and saw Angel. She was his absoloute love. Tears welled up in the corners of the pallid corners of his lenses. Emotions swirled around his heart and soul, testing his very last bit of patience to hold them back but he did. The memories of his beloved were so rich and strong; the world’s finest features shot him in the heart as they brought her back to him.

The twisted desires of one’s mind were not only the life giving powers of revelation but they held the inner clock of one’s life, controlling the time of coming to this earth aside the leaving of it. In his past he had Completely shut himself off from the rest of the world. Illusion drove himself into a state of utter nothingness. His world revolved around making a simple trek from the mountain peak to its lower elevations for liquid at a count of three times daily. His mind had shut off from the rest of his great bodice, he no longer felt, no longer dream no longer thought. Years passed, the hellion growing more and more inside of himself, the capacitating of his emotions flying closed. But now Look at how far this masculine has come. His once bitter uncaring scowl has turned to a understanding gaze. Years had passed with little effort; time had seemingly stopped from his world. Illusion had been living life within himself in regret from his past. But that was over.

His locks were full of life, daunting as they fell in massive leaps swirling down his thick boa. His banner lightly dusted the turf with each and every liquid stride. He had changed in appearance over the years. And in mind? Yes. More then anyone could have ever imagined. His epiphany had come with a gorgeous fae who turned his life up side down; Angel. But let us not turn this tale into hers. He had to be proud of himself. Happiness had been evicted form his soul since that painted essa. But it was back, his bodice was warming slightly, becoming open to what each essa had to offer. Weather it was free adoration or even acts that drew emotions from him. It was happening. In the end, that was all that mattered. He was growing, learning to live; but most of all to love again. His heart had begun to melt its icy exterior.


Daggers skimmed the surface of the ice, his steps so light and quick. Something not expected from this massive male. Bodice flexed, muscles contracted with each perfectly gliding step. His Boa moved into a fluidly framed arc, his banner fanning out behind him. His grace was utter perfection; his Crown held at such a demoralizing level. Finally he sighted Zephyr. The stag who had challenged him. The stag who he would fight. And he would fight with his soul. This was for Angel. This was for his darling love who had saved him from a shroud of misery he had not known had still laid there. He would fight. Illusion dipped to Zephyr, and faced him; his piercing blue optics shining brightly…

My love For Angel, Is what shall Feul My Soul

Will you be Active?: Duh. Do you even have to ask? Lolz.
How many time will you be on in a week?: 5-7 days
Will you update the herd status? yeppers!! ;D ;D ;D

[k2ishorse]

Name: k2ishorse
Herd Name: River Bends Herd
Example Post: (50 words, soo easy!)

A misty stag stood above a rivery territory, shrouded in fog. He blended in easily, exept for his crystal-clear, 20-foot-deep sapphire eyes. His hoofbeats were barely audible as he cantered down the slope towords his small herd, consisting of two mares; a flame-pelted Pheonix and a white-and-brown paint, Dew Drop Remedy. He wouldn't be suprised if they heard his approach, though. For, surley they'd gotten used to his silent approaches, his ghost-like departures. He was now only a river-width jump away from his beloveds, and he soared silently over the jump, his mane and tail of mist not making the air hiss like other horses. When he reached the other side, he stopped, forelock falling thickly over one of his eyes, reaching down to pass his jaw. Each lock of his hair was like the spray from the bottom of a waterfall, his peeking eyes soft and like the bottom of the ocean in color. Silver Moon's voice rang out gently like water flowing over a stone. Greetings, sweet ones, he started, I have a report. I've spotted no cougers, yet, and so far there haven't been any sign of humans. And what is your news? he asked casually. Then he smiled softly and touched noses with each mare, blowing through his nostrils. It was so good to see them again. He sighed, relaxed, but still keeping his ears pricked and alert, never letting down his stance of protection.

Will you be Active?: (Tell the truth!) *sarcastically* No, because I hate Silver Moon. Yes, I'll be active! *Stomps feet and groans in exasperation, as if that was a dumb question*
How many time will you be on in a week?: (Tell the truth!) If people reply to my posts, five. Otherwise, two or three.
Will you update the herd status? Of cource! *repeats above action*

[Mage]

Name:Death's Keeper
Herd Name: Flat Canyons
Example Post:

A heavy wind blew over the lands bending trees but here it only blew through the canyons. It was like everything came to life as it seemed the canyons began to whisper for those within them to hear. Loose rocks fell from above hitting the hard stone floor below and what ever else seemed to be in its way. Dark clouds rolled over the sky followed by a light show above and the sound of thunder seemed to roll over the lands. The canyons had become more and more gloomy ever since the new leader had come with his herd.

A black and white stallion walked through the canyons alone, his mares hiding from the weather. But Keeper kinda wished for a large rock to just roll down upon him and end it all. He never seemed to sleep and when he did he constantly had nightmares and so he rather just not sleep. The weather also seemed to change his mood as well. Lightning only seemed to bring out the worst in him for it sounded so much like the sound of a whip cracking and he thinks that the humans have returned though he had managed to kill them, he thought. Keeper picked up a trot, his movement seemed sloppy, and moved through the canyons as his large hoof beats echoed through the canyons. The stag came out of the canyons to a flat spot and he came to a hault. He looked up into the rain as it began to fall upon his pelt and let the rain hit his face. He closed his eyes and just tried to remember everything before the humans had caught him. Then the sky lit up again and thunder crackled through the sky. His good thoughts went back to the bad he was trying to forget but he thought and reared up and his scream could be heard over a large distance. He let out his anger and landed seeming to let out his anger into the ground and opening his eyes to look around again.

Then Keeper woke up, he was laying down upon the stone floor strung out for a rock had come down and hit him only to knock him out for a bit. He raised his head and layed there for a moment gathering himself once again and then finally got back up upon his hooves and looked up into the sky and the dark clouds moved away and the sun shinned down upon his pelt. He took in a deep breath as only a slight breeze played with his long tresses now and he seemed to be back to normal again. But only time would tell him for sure.

Will you be Active?:Of course, as much as I can. Busy busy busy, only so much I can do.
How many time will you be on in a week?:Im trying to get on as much as possible but only seems to be once or twice a week.
Will you update the herd status?of course

Name: Zodiac
Herd Name: Hidden Falls
Example Post:

Silence seemed to fall upon the beautiful lands. Birds chirped within the trees as baby birds were now old enough to start leaving the nests. Deer ran through the trees happily just for fun and then settled in a nice meadow. But a shadowed figure hid within the trees. In the thick trees he moved almost unseen but still slightly noticed because of the little sunshine that manages to get through the thick canopy above. There was no sound from the moving shadow and then he jumped through a large bush into the meadow. The black stallion still knew how to have his own fun even if it was just running around on a nice day, but he hadn't seen everyone else for a while including the two fillies that he loved so dearly even if one was adopted.

Will you be Active?: of course as much as possible
How many time will you be on in a week?: about once or twice a week.
Will you update the herd status?yea

Name: Renaissance
Herd Name: Golden Forest
Example Post:
Renaissance doesn't really have a purpose so I plan to either send him off some where or kill him off and so give me a little bit and then I will open it up for someone else to claim.
Will you be Active?: of course
How many time will you be on in a week?: atleast once or twice
Will you update the herd status?of course