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 Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 4:57 pm
~Storyline~
In the hills of Utah, long ago when the West truly was wild and horses ran free, there was a herd. They lived in a secluded valley, and still do. But as summer nears, dangers approach. Cougars, Outside stallions, weather, floods, and even the U.S. Calvary. Can the herd remain as the Wild West takes it's toll?
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 5:06 pm
~Rules~
The rules for this roleplay are quite simple. If you can't follow them, I pity you.
-Follow all guild rules and the ToS
-Follow all of my rules
-No God-Modding or Power-Playing. This means no controlling or auto hits. If you kill another character, have them PM me. I don't want to hear you saying it was fine, I want to hear it from them.
-Be realistic when creating your horse
-These are horses, not anything else, so no super powers.
-Stallions are not allowed to breed or talk to any of the Herd mares unless the Lead Stallion says so. I will allow this rule to be broken for an interesting plot.
-Be semi-literate. That means a minimum 5 sentences per post of somewhat descripive words (this does not include speech).
-Title your sent profile Cedar Valley to let me know you read the rules.
-I am allowed to edit and change these rules as I see fit
-Have fun
~Herd Information~
Lead Stallion- he controls the herd and all decisions are made by him. No other stallion may join the herd without his permission. He is the leader, and therefore you must listen to him.
Lead Mare- she is the second in command, and is only allowed to mate with the lead stallion. She is usually the one to take care of the foals and look after anything the lead stallion tells her to.
Herd Stallions- Are few in numbers. They come as outsiders as all colts born to the herd are run out by age 3. They are not allowed to breed with any mare unless the lead stallion allows them to.
Herd Mares- These ladies make up the herd. Their job is simply to listen to the lead stallion, like any horse within the herd.
Foals- These are the children. Fillies are kept within the herd their whole lives, whereas colts are run out at age 3 to prevent them from getting rid of the lead stallion.
Outsiders- This group of horses does not make up the herd. They come to Cedar Valley and are either accepted or run out depending on their gender. Mares and foals will be accepted, though if a mare brings a colt he will be exiled from the herd when he comes of age. Stallions are not allowed to talk to any mare until accepted by the lead stallion. I will let that by to allow for an interesting plot.
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 6:04 pm
~Profiles~
I want research done, okay? Don't come here and give me a really poorly thought out profile, m' kay? Go to Wikipedia and research!
That voice in my head: (Your username)
My mother named me: (Your characters name)
I am a: (age, gender)
My breed is: (breed (i.e. Paint, Dun, Bay...))
My coat color is: (Coat color)
I weigh in at: (weight)
I'm: (height in hands)
My eyes are: (eye color)
My mane and tail are: (mane and tail color)
My personality: (personality)
My story goes like this: (bio, be literate)
This is me: (link to picture, not acual picture. I'll set it up for you, but only if I get a link to the picture.)
Herd Postion:
Send profiles to me via PM and I'll help you to edit if need be.
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 6:36 pm
~Accepted Profiles~
That voice in my head: PoppyNorth324
My mother named me: Digur
I am a: 5 year old Stallion
My breed is: Lipizzaner
My coat color is: Dappled Grey
I weigh in at: 900 lbs
I'm: 14.4 hands
My eyes are: Dark Brown
My mane and tail are: Light grey, almost white
My personality: I'm strong willed and will do anything to protect my herd, even if it means dying like my father before me.
My story goes like this: I was born to the lead mare and before I was 3 my father, the lead stallion, was killed. My mother was made the leader until I was old enough to lead the herd by myself. Now I'm searching for a mate.
This is me:[x]
Herd Postion: Lead Stallion
That voice in my head: wolfpuppies
My mother named me: Drifting Cloud (Cloud)
I am a: 5 year old Mare
My breed is: Gypsy Horse
My coat color is: Paint
I weigh in at: 1100 lbs
I'm: 14.2 hands
My eyes are: pale gray-silver
My mane and tail are: Her mane is white, but has some black streaks in it; her tail is black with white tips
My personality: Cloud is usually a docile and nurturing mare. She is loyal and loving to those she trusts. When provoked or threatened, she is a force to be reckoned with. She is cunning and a strategist.
My story goes like this: Drifting Cloud was born wild but her family was chased from their original homes. Accusations were thrown around and the herd began to divide. When grazing, she had gotten distracted and lost her parents. She began to wander around - she was about 3 years old - and ended up finding a lost filly. After taking the youg horse under her "wing" the two have searched for a safe home and herd.
This is me: xXx
Herd Postion: Outsider
That voice in my head: wolfpuppies
My mother named me: Soaring Raven (Raven)
I am a: 1 year old Filly
My breed is: Friesian Horse
My coat color is: black
I weigh in at: 900 lbs
I'm: 10.1 hands
My eyes are: dark brown, almost black
My mane and tail are: Both mane and tail are solid black
My personality: Raven is shy, but curious. When around others she knows and trusts, she playful and cheery.
My story goes like this: Soaring Raven got seperated from her family during a storm when the humans came. She had been hidden with the other foals in a special, secluded space. The other foals ended up defying their parents and went to see what was happening. She was the only one to stay put and ended up alone because of it. Honestly, she doesn't remember much from that day and doesn't want to. Not long after, though, she was found by Drifting Cloud and has been with the gentle mare ever since.
This is me: xXx
Herd Postion: Outsider
That voice in my head: xX I Go By MaNy NaMeSXx
My mother named me: Gin
I am a: Three year old mare
My breed is: Buckskin Mustang
My coat color is: Cream, with brown tints and a white blaze.
I weigh in at: 800 pounds
I'm: 13.5 hands
My eyes are: Dark brown
My mane and tail are:Dark brown, almost black.
My personality: Loving and amiable. I am often the peacemaker in scuffles.I am kind and gentle and treat all young ones like they are my own.
My story goes like this: I was born into this herd, even though my father was an outside stallion.When i was three, i fell in love with an outside stallion, just like my mother had.My son, Corin, was born the day his father Connor was taken away by the Cavalry.I dread the day he will be sent out.
This is me: 
Herd Postion:Herd Mare
That voice in my head: xX I Go By MaNy NaMeSXx
My mother named me: Corin
I am a: yearling colt
My breed is: Buckskin Mustang
My coat color is: Silver white
I weigh in at:500 pounds
I'm: 10.3 hands
My eyes are: black
My mane and tail are: Black
My personality: I am adventures and arrogant. I love running amuck and play fighting with other colts. I am cunning and sly, and sometimes wish my mom would stop breathing down my neck.Oh, and i love the fillies.*wink wink*
My story goes like this: I was born into Cedar herd last spring, on a fateful day in may. The second i got onto my legs my mom took me to go meet my father, even though he was an outside stallion. When we got just out of the herd's territory, we saw a bunch of wierd animals my mom said were human. She was about to rush down there when this stallion called out "don't! Gin! Turn back, or they'll get you!" then, he saw me, and our eyes connected, and i knew i had to be the one to protect her. Mom seems to think it's the other way around.
This is me: 
Herd Postion: Foal
The voice in my head: Forgive_what_ive_done
My mother named me: Kitari
I am a: 4 year old mare
My breed is: Palimino
My coat color is: Palimino
My weight is at: 178 Ibs.
I'm: 14 hands high
My eyes are: Black
My mane and tail are: White
My personality: I am stubborn, light hearted, and hard headed. I love to run and have a mind of my own.
My story goes like this: I was born into the herd as many others were. For two years me and my mother were happy here. Late one night I awoke and my mother was gone. I searched and searched, but was unable to find her. I finally decided to go back home to the herd. Although I never found a mate or had children I am happy to be here.
This is me:
Herd position: Herd Mare
That voice in my head: Devils little princess
My mother named me: Fera
I am a: 4 year old, Mare
My breed is: Arabian Horse
My coat color is: White/gray
I weigh in at: 950 pounds
I'm: 14.8 hands
My eyes are: brown
My mane and tail are: White
My personality: Caring to those around her, but can be a bit arrogant if she wishes. Doesn't like to follow rules and loves to run free. When it comes to protecting those around her though, she will be there to stand tall.
My story goes like this: I was born into the herd like those around me. Though growing up was hard. My mother died in attempts to save me, and my father ran off in pure depression. I haven't seen him sense and it made growing it quite hard. But I survived it and try not to bring the past up anymore. So now I just live protecting the herd around me and making sure I keep to my place. Though from time to time, it is a little fun to just run, but what can I say I am just wild.
This is me: |x|
Herd Position: Herd Mare
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 4:13 pm
~Updates~
Open!!
4/18/'10- Rules updated.
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 7:05 pm
Digur stood at the top of the hill quietly watching his mares. Many of them grazed calmly, and he was there solely to make sure everyone stayed calm. Even while watching his herd, he kept an eye on the surronding area. Digur smiled as he spotted his mother. She looked up and nickered softly to him. Digur responded with a snort and a shake of his grey head.
Digur bent his head down and grazed a little. He calmly chewed the long blades of grass in his mouth and looked around. The valley below was green, the river nearby was rushing with the crisp, clean mountain water. Digur knew that even if he left, he would always return.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 10:26 am
Drifting Cloud watched as Soaring Raven grazed. Since they were on their own, the mare was the filly's only means of defense. Sure she was tall, but Raven was still young and inexperienced. Lifting her black and white head to the sky, Cloud caught the familiar scent of the native herd on the wind. Today, the herd was closer although they still remained in the same area generally.
Flicking her ears, Cloud didn't know what to do. Should she try to approach the lead stallion? Sure they weren't competition mating wise, but what if the herd was already too large? Indecision made the mare released a puff of air, almost like a sigh, through her nostrils.
Soaring Raven had been grazing when she heard Cloud's sigh. Trotting up, the filly nickered softly. Her gentle dark eyes were questioning, but the older mare simply nudged her before grazing. Flicking her tail, Raven bent her head and began chomping on the rich grasses.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 12:25 pm
Digur lifted his head to the wind that through the small valley. He caught a scent drifting on the breeze. He whinnied in surprise, then turned to look. He glanced back at his herd, and his mother caught his eye. She galloped up the hill and asked him softly, "What's wrong?"
Digur looked at her then nodded in the direction of the scent. "Someone is there." he said in a worried tone. Digur thought about it momentarily, then told his mother, "Watch the herd. I'll be back." as he began forward. His mother grabbed his mane gently and nickered before saying, "No!". Digur smiled and replied. "Yes." he said, galloping away from the herd. Soon, he found the source of the smell, and came to a halt, whinnying.
He eyes the horses. The black seemed to be comforting the paint, which looked somewhat backwards to him. Digur trotted up to them. "Who are you? Why are you here?" he asked, circling the two suspicously. Digur slowed to a stop in front of them, prepared to fight should a stallion show up.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 2:49 pm
Gin whinnied for Corin to come back when she saw him following Digur up the slope.Her son seemed agitated, and her heart skipped a beat for a moment What if it was Connor? She quickly galloped up the slope to join them.
Corin eyed the black filly.She seemed around his age,but younger somehow.He tossed his mane to get his bangs out of the way.His sparkling black eyes moved on to Digur, in case the filly didn't like to be stared at.He kept his ears up and listened for a stallion or colt that might be traveling with them.If there was, he would fight beside Digur to protect the herd he loved.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 3:54 pm
Digur heard someone come up behind him. He turned and saw Corin. "Get back to the herd! Now!" he yelled. He didn't need the colt here, for he was only an open, weak target for cougars, whereas Digur could handle one. Digur reared up and pawed the air to prove his point. He landed with a loud thud, his hooves just missing Corin's muzzle. "Go." he commanded sternly.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 5:46 pm
Raising her great head, Drifting Cloud watched a stallion approach. Shortly after his arrival, a colt around Raven's age followed. She huffed and eyed the two wearily. "Is there a problem?" She dodged his question with her own. Her pale eyes watched the stallion intently, their lightness almost creepy against her black and white head.
Soaring Raven lifted her head quickly, hearing the approaching hooffalls of another horse. Her tail flicked nervously, her dark eyes reserved. She stood by her foster mother, her head lifted and posture proud.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 4:13 am
Digur turned back to the mare and filly. "No. I'm sorry if I seemed rude, I don't mean to be. It's just the dangers of the next season are coming. Cougars, floods... it isn't safe to be alone. Are you with a herd?" Digur asked genntly but with a strong voice all the same.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 5:15 am
Drifting Cloud nodded in understanding. She knew of the upcoming dangers quite well. She'd nearly died and lost Soaring Raven earlier in the previous year. "We are herdless, roaming together for the time being." She dipped her head in respect to the stallion.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 2:02 pm
Digur pawed the ground. "Would you like to join my herd? We'd love to have you." he said politely. Though the mare was nice, he was not romantically interested. So far, he'd found no mate, but he was doing better on his own.
((I'm sorry my posts are short, I've got writers block.))
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