Beckoning (Herd Joining- Old or new)

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[atrb=background, img269.imageshack.us/img269/2430/middlecq.jpg] A loud snort came from the bronze crown as it shook held high in the air, trotting with pride in every step and flag held high behind him, the Australian Brumby was for sure thrilled of his newly made claim. Having surveyed the land from the thick protecting pines to the open lush meadow, spring was wriggling with life this year and made the place all the more appreciating to be in. Emerging from the thick wall of soldiers into the vast wide meadows of Amorous Valley the sorrel champion strutted forth, his boa arched showing of the thick cords of muscle shifting underneith his taunt pelt of neck, shoulders and back. Red locks bounced from side to side, licking at his neck like fire to smolder in the air for a few seconds. This pure blooded Australian Brumby was known as Drover. A young brute that had finally taken a roll he knew he was ment to have, though as of late acting much childish around others now seemed to take a more serious displacement. The stallion knew he needed to show the right strong qualities a lead stallion needed to lead this herd or they'd easily just laugh and try to over-thrown him. Drover could not let that happen, for the first months perhaps year would be a testing year of how to run the herd efficiently. He did not want to seem like a crook having to force the ladies within the herd every spring, no he wanted them to come to him without regret. Yet also knowing he'd have to have a sort of strictness to keep his lands safe from other brutes attempting to take it. The very though of another trying to take one of his ladies made his blood boil, but as of yet he had not to worry. Pulling to a stop in the middle of the lush meadow, a few butterflies stirred in the air around him as grasshoppers propelled away. Drover knew there were mares here that had been of the previous leads, so with much hope they were still around even with the long absence of their old lead. It was a bit nerve-racking to know some would leave or they would not approve of their new sorrel lead even though they'd stay. None the less raising his striped crown, Drover's deep lyrics bellored across Amorous Valleys. Holding them out long and loud filled with the message 'I am the new Lead of Amorous Valley, All members gather to me.' Relaxing himself a bit, the bronze brumby kept an eye out for an imidiate responses or approachers. Dial pivoting as harks flickered and amber optics scanned repetatively, finally Drover lower his skull to take a few nibbles of the sweet grass. Pactiently waiting for any arrivals, new or old he would greet them with open arms unless they seemed to act as a threat. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Drover/4yrz/Sorrelchestnut/16.2hh/Australian Brumby Character Log;; click! Tags;; All old herd members and new Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; Excitedly Proud Credits;; Table by FOREVERPAIN; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[Freedom]

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[atrb=background,http://i39.tinypic.com/35db2xd.png] Phelsley ~Oh My Phelsley! The young stag nearly jumped out of his own skin at the noise of another larger steed's bellow. His much smaller and braver companion merely sneered at his friend's jumpiness. "Why don't you calm down? What ever happened to that big strong stallion I saw back in those human ruins?" Phelsley turned his head to look at Hatchet and fidgeted. "You know... What's his name...?" The fennec fox's gravely voice trailed off, while he thought. But he never finished because the stallion beside him answered it for him. "You mean Drover." His voice was expectantly even. So, out of character for him. The tiny fox below him grinned deviously, "Yeah, that guy." Phesley looked away uncertainly, afraid his true emotions towards Drover would get the better of him. At this, the tan fox's eyes scanned his friend suspiciously, but thought better than to question his odd reaction. "We going to go see him or what? I hear he's got some power nowadays." His fuzzy tail whisped behind his as he stood. The fennec fox had been leaning carelessly on the pony's canon bone, thus, when the small horse jumped earlier he had disrupted the small predator's relaxation. Now, the fennec looked up at Phelsley expectantly, and as if on cue the stallion began to walk, unsure at first at continuing further into the unknown. Hatchet trailing after him loyally through the grasses. Before much longer the familiar frame of Drover appeared, raising both of their spirits for one reason or another. Without thinking Phelsley raised his small head and called to his much more magnificent friend, "Looky! It's a monster!" He was hinting at the time when he had mistaken the new king as a monster and he laughed at his words. Eagerly his footfalls raced to his peacefully eating friend. "Your majesty." He smiled and bowed mockingly, knowing he would never completely feel that the brumby was a king. To Phelsley, he would always be a dear dear friend. Getting a bit more serious he continued, "Congratulations Drover, my fair king of Amorous Valley!" Kindness, rang through his voice. It was so, even, so, not timid and scared. Hatchet, panting now peered up at his painted friend in wonder. Wow, this Drover did change Phelsley for the better. Through huffing breaths the fennec fox spoke, "Oi." It was a simple greeting, but it did display his comfort around the ridiculously tall brute. I mean king... "Phelsley's Speech" "Hatchet's Speech" Muse: Notes: Do I have something to say? Credits: Table by Kate; all images are copyright to their rightful owners Phelsley || Stallion || Paint x Welsh pony x thoroughbred x shetland || Age 3 || Piebald overo (base black) || 13'1 Hh ||Eyes blue || Hatchet || Male || Fennec Fox || Young-Middle Aged ||

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[bg=ddf0ff] ACiD was unsure. She was unsure of life, of drover, of being in a herd. Honestly, there wasnt much that she did know. She lived in her own head separate from others. She always found herself being an oddball in the group. Her blue coat made her stick out in the first place. She was short and fat for a mare. Nothing about her really said beautiful except maybe the blue coat. She had a slow and rather bumpy trot. She was that kind that could bounce a rider right out of the saddle with her short legs and large body. Her large box shaped head held paranoid nervous amber eyes. Her thorns twitched atop her head. She hear Drover. She assumed now her social responsibility was to reply with a call and head towards the origin of the noise. So she did so. As she arrived on the sight she saw she was accompanied by a short black and white male with blue. ACiD was surprised to see a male actually shorter then herself. She smiled meekly and let out a bleak ”hello." She stood not daring to speak unless spoken too. Featuring;; ACiD ll four ll 14.2 ll American mustang ll amber ll blue roan ll Tags;;herd Muse;;garggle Notes;; sorry it took me a while and is blahy Credits;; Table by Its a secret; all images are copyright to their rightful owners [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]

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[Dakota]

[atrb=width,550,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=391a4f] It had been awhile since the smoke-washed mare had explored the depths of amorous. As she did so she felt a tad bit nostalgic for the times when Sundari ruled. He was a gorgeous one, and with his leave went hers. She had come back to find him. Maybe spark up a good argument. Just her luck, he wasn't to be found. She pranced about in the open. A rhythmic, bouncy movement that flounced her tassels every which way. The gray brindling that snaked across her mid section flashed about like a road sign. blue voids searched for at least one source of life in this region. To her great amusement she found something almost instantly. Two brutes, one being considerably larger than the other. He must be the new lead, most don't wreak confidence like him. She plodded forward with rounded flints, pounding at the grass. "Do you run this place darling?" she asked the bay, nodding quickly in the piebald's direction as a polite acknowledgement of his presence. mare // american mustang // seven // black brindle // blue eyes // 15hh . mother of Amaro, Arinna, Ahote, Sarina, Enderra, Banquo