(No stealing, model and picture belong to me)
A little something to help inspire and get you into the mood of this roleplay.
The Horse Lover's Dream
I rock back and forth in my chair, inspired in awe and wonder, curiosity and a longing to be free. I close my eyes having experienced the life of a wild horse. The surroundings become more clear; dry grass and dusty dirt, the sun so high up in the big piece of white and sky. My windblown mane and my long, wild tail fluttering around in the gusts of untamed wind and breeze.
And just because I want to, and just because I can I let my strong, restless hooves carry me upon the air between the ground and me, through the big, wide world. I rock back and forth in my chair and I close my eyes and even though the world around me is loud and busy I calm myself and find inner peace. I close my eyes and picture my shiny, copper coat with splashes of silver tossed into it.
My wild mane and restless tail take their places behind me, hanging on as I fly for freedom just because I want to, just because I can. I imagine my sleek, clean cut legs slice through the air out in front of me and out behind me, underneath my free flying, wild tail. I imagine I never grow tiered so I can escape because I can fly on the air that lyes between my hooves and the cold, unworthy ground.
I rock back and forth in my chair, inspired in awe and wonder, curiosity and a longing to be free. I close my eyes having experienced the life of a wild horse. The surroundings become more clear; dry grass and dusty dirt, the sun so high up in the big piece of white and sky. My windblown mane and my long, wild tail fluttering around in the gusts of untamed wind and breeze.
And just because I want to, and just because I can I let my strong, restless hooves carry me upon the air between the ground and me, through the big, wide world. I rock back and forth in my chair and I close my eyes and even though the world around me is loud and busy I calm myself and find inner peace. I close my eyes and picture my shiny, copper coat with splashes of silver tossed into it.
My wild mane and restless tail take their places behind me, hanging on as I fly for freedom just because I want to, just because I can. I imagine my sleek, clean cut legs slice through the air out in front of me and out behind me, underneath my free flying, wild tail. I imagine I never grow tiered so I can escape because I can fly on the air that lyes between my hooves and the cold, unworthy ground.
Written by Aqua-Lamb
No stealing
I often daydream of being a horse, how carefree life would be. So why not become a horse for a while? Here you become a wild horse and live free among other wild horses.
~Rules~
1) no mythical horses or other creatures other than horses(or people, such as cowboys), please.
2) if the picture of the horse you have is under a harness or halter, bridle or even being ridden it is still alright to use, the horse you play will be just as a wild horse would be, unbridled and such unless you would like them to be suited so, as if the horse had escaped from a farm or ranch, suited for riding or working.
3) these are wild horses, unless they were once owned by a human, they don't know of a human's existance, nor the existance of other lands (unless that is where they have come from.)
4)No flaming
5)Follow the rules of the guild, Gaia ToS..Ect.
6)No images containing gore, I'm squemish and faint-hearted and cannot handle the sight of gore. If you must, use a link to the image with a warning of gore before the link.
guidelines (tips and such)
1) if fighting with another horse is what you would like to do, wether it be for territory, mares or otherwise, you are allowed to, but you aren't alowed to pranounce the opposing horse dead after a fight. If you don't fully grasp the fighting tactics of an acctual wild horse, do not fight at all.
2) if you are confused about the name of something horse-related, wether it be markings, what a baby or such is called (they arent called a calf or a baby horse, the proper term is foal, or colt for a boy or filly for a girl) ask me or google it.
3) .4 and up hands(the measurment used for measuring horses) does not exist, horses are measured from the withers to the ground by hands (hh) a hand is about 4 inches long therefore .4, .5, .6, ect..does not exist..(i.e. 15hh, 15.1hh, 15.2hh, 15.3hh, 16hh, 16.1hh, ect..)
(No stealing, horse and picture belong to me)
A map of the Island
History of the island. The island, many, many years ago, was abundant in wild horses. They lived everywhere, even the steep peaks of the mountains and the hollow and echo-filled caves. But one night just as the sun had set nearly all of the horses dissapeared. None of the remaining wild horses know of each other's existance or why their herds dissapeared. Some are attempting to find out, some are simply wondering and sharing their devastating past with newcomers.
The island, though small in appearance. Is acctually quite large. 2,000 miles in circumference.
Some horses know what lies beyond the point where the map ends. Some say it is not the end of the island, but an even bigger island attached, some say it is simply wastelands or a dry, water-less desert. With no plants or underground lakes of any kind. Not even a lonely cloud hangs in the sky.
