Regular Life for me.

So stupid. Sorry to those who were looking forward to reading this, but my computer's not letting me post a lot.
Simple horse rp, about what happens in the wild. No humans, they don't bother us. We live together throughout cold, rain, and heat. Water is scarce, in all seasons.
Golden forelock,
Golden tail,
This mare gallops
Through wind and hail
She lets out a whinny
With contentness and glee
For this mare is joyful
She's running free

Rules:
I'll control weather.. lighting.
Detail.. but not too much.
Swears allowed.. but dont use it too much!
No powerplaying.
2 charries top.
No immortality


Name:
Full name:
Breed:
Age:
Gender:
Eyes:
Coat:
Hair:
Hooves:
Pattern:
Personality:
Mate:
Herd:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Picture:

Name:Broken
Full name:A Broken heart
Breed:idk
Age:5
Gender:Mare
Eyes:Dark blue
Coat:Blue roan
Hair:Mane and tail are black
Hooves:Strong,powerful for speed
Pattern:See pic
Personality:Broken is queit and barley talks with others.She is afraid of most stallions and stays away from them in fear but if they come to close its on.She might seem like a small fragile mare but she knows how to fight and will if she must.
Mate:None
Herd:Loner
Likes:
-being alone
-the sun
-Speed
-running
Dislikes:
-Stallions
-fighting
Picture:

Name:Faint
Full name:Faint Whisper
Breed:Mustang
Age:7
Gender:F
Eyes:Ebon
Coat:Grey/Blue roan sabino paint
Hair:Auburn/White/Black
Hooves:Ebony
Pattern:Paint
Personality:--
Mate:--
Herd:--
Likes:--
Dislikes:--
Picture:

The stallion propped his head up, a large breath gushing from within his nostrils. He was alone, again, like he had been for the past forever. What would ever become of him? He stepped forward, his hooves cracking onto the dirt, and making large prints.

The rather small mare looked around the misty meadow that was covered in the mornings dew and snorted gently.She twitched her velvety colored ears,listening to the sounds blowing in the gentle breeze that blew threw making her shiver slightly.

Delicate apex held low, but amist being cooled by the faint squall that tinged her peltrey of grey and auburns, along with strange blue coloration.Harks prompt upon her visae, forelock fleeting over one ebony orb.Abrupt appendages were slowly being lowered to the ground, the faint smell of other equine, drifting to her nostril tubes.She let her flints of silver slip into the dirt, being half hidden.Her breath came out as slowly as the wind had.SHe let a small snort escape her lungs, an vocals.She waited patiently for somthing to happen.So young, so quiet, so lost,This fae was unreadable.But a gift to a stallion who's up to his neck in mud,trying to convince, most of the time, turnt away they are.