The territory that the Reyano Herd calls home is not a place for the weak. Their main homeland, the Southern Arcano Mountains, is dry, rocky and unforgiving, although the horses who call the landscape home have no trouble navigating the rough terrain. The mountains are covered with grass, which is, if not lush, certainly plentiful. The area surrounding the peaks is dominated by twisting canyons and red mesas, where eagles and cougars roam. The dry, rugged terrain of the mountains and canyons can be cruel, but to the Reyano Herd, it is home. The rough life of those who choose to live here has made these equines into strong, fierce horses. They do not take kindly to strangers, but once you have found a way through their tough exteriors, they will be loyal to the end. The Lord of this herd defends his borders strictly, and is quick to assert authority. Once you are under his protection, however, he is a fair, strong leader.
In order to be accepted into the Reyano Herd, you must wander into the herd's Border Outskirts and try to convince the lord to let your horse join.
In order to be accepted into the Reyano Herd, you must wander into the herd's Border Outskirts and try to convince the lord to let your horse join.
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Beta Ronokoro, Male, 4 years, PercheronRonokoro is like the calm before a storm. He doesn't speak much, but has a powerful aura about him that shows in the way he moves and speaks. Fiercely loyal, when he finds himself serving under one individual, he will stick with that individual no matter the circumstances. Diplomatic, he prefers to keep the peace and maintains a calm front. His anger is the silent, thunderous type, one that you feel more than you see. Slightly serious, he does not smile or laugh much, though if you are a close friend of his, you may be able to induce one. He is strong, and through his nomad days had fought many battles and won most. Overall this horse comes off as calm, understanding (though he remains strict), loyal, powerful, strong, and a good horse to have by your side.
Ronokoro primarily consists of a classic silver color, with some darker spots of steel grey. He is mottled with light grey and white spots, and has a white bald face. The tip of his muzzle fades into grey, with a black snip at the tip. If you look close, he has two very tiny, neatly aligned, black dots on his forehead. Most of the time, his bangs cover these two freckles. His front legs have high, black stockings, while his back legs have slightly lower, black stockings. His mane and tail colors are quite unique and interesting. His mane starts out with dark grey roots, then fades into a neutral, rose color with white highlights. |
The same goes for his tail. However, his bangs are black. Ronokoro is large, as a Percheron tends to be. Muscular and tall, he is 77 inches at the withers and weighs in at a hefty 2,260 pounds. Ronokoro does not have a sad or tragic backstory. Rather, he lived in a small herd consisting of around ten horses. He traveled with them, becoming one of their best fighters and the main protector of the herd. His only reason for leaving the herd was to find another herd to devote himself and his strength to. However, Ronokoro did not leave the herd unprotected. He left only after making sure he had trained the young horses well, wanting to make sure his herd would be safe.
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Rogue Jasper, Male, 3 Years, Clydesdale
Jasper is wild and untamed, and he’s proud to show it. Young and impervious to any feelings of shame or insecurity, the stallion is extremely argumentative and always eager to fight with anyone who spares him even the slightest sliver of attention. He doesn’t understand the concept of boundaries or personal space and is prone to bursting every bubble imaginable whether intentionally or not. He’ll also push his luck as far as he can without a care for the consequences of his actions. Like any young stallion, all he cares about is violence.
Despite his juvenile, obnoxious behavior, Jasper truly is a social creature. He’s acceptably intelligent and is an excellent conversationalist. He adores hearing stories and sharing them, and he likes making friendships nearly as much as he enjoys destroying them. To an extent, he’s kind and compassionate no matter how oblivious he may be towards the emotions of others, and will always wind up doing the right thing in the end. As a Clydesdale stallion, Jasper is genetically massive in height. At three years old, the male has already reached a height of 64 inches and still has some distance to go. Once he’s full grown, it is expected that Jasper reach a height of around 72 inches. Along with this, the stallion weighs in at around 1,500 pounds, though this number too will increase as time passes. Naturally, he possesses a strong, powerful build made up of muscle that he hasn’t exercised to its full potential (nor will he ever, as such results would most likely come from working at a human’s hands). Speed isn’t his specialty, but brute force is. The top of Jasper’s body is compromised by a glossy layer of black that overlooks the white markings swept artfully over his body. These pallid patterns have manifested themselves in the form of socks upon each of his powerful legs, diffusing into speckles once they reach past his knees. Finishing on his haunches and along the length of his underbelly, the whiteness tainting his hide resurfaces once more in the form of a blaze long his face, dripping down to his chin and the bottom of his jaw. For the few years that he’s spent on the Earth, Jasper’s spent most of his time within the small, feral herd in which he was born. |
His mother wasn’t very interested in his upbringing and only took care of the bare necessities such as feeding him and keeping an occasional eye on him. Not that Jasper minded much. He spent most of his time with a filly that he deemed his closest friend and her own mother, who would be the one to teach him about how to survive both alone and within the herd. It wasn’t long after he’d been educated and reached the two-year milestone that he left his group. This hadn’t been much of a surprise for anyone – he’d always been so eager to explore and leave his mark on the world.
What nobody would have expected was for Jasper to find a companion so quickly. After nearly a year of picking fights with any Lone Spirit that had the misfortune of crossing his path (not that impulsive, inexperienced Jasper was much of a challenge to anyone) the sabino stallion stumbled upon an innocent colt with the name of Boundless. Taking pity on the little mustang, Jasper took him in and soon grew affectionate towards the long-limbed horse, quickly considering him a brother. Together, the two decided to seek a herd – Boundless for the safety in it, and Jasper for new horses to butt heads with. |
Rogue Boundless, Stallion, 8 And A Half Months, Mustang
Boundless is a relatively socially awkward horse. He has never been good with crowds or social situations and has the tendency to stutter when with someone he isn't accustomed to. Although, he's generally calm around horses he knows well. It isn't uncommon for him to get paranoid in the presence of many horses, often believing that they find him strange and weak.
Other than this, Boundless is a kind and compassionate horse who enjoys helping others even if it means going out of his way to do so. He's slightly immature for his age and never runs out of energy when it comes to playing. He's very pleased when he gets to run and roughhouse with his adopted brother Jasper, even though Jasper may not always enjoy his company in turn. He enjoys being with his playmate a little bit too much, because when he's separated from him he starts to feels uneasy and gets restless. Having lost a family member before, Boundless feels compelled to keep Jasper close and easily feels jealous when Jasper gives more attention to another horse. If he found that Jasper was spending an excessive amount of time with another individual, he would make sure that both Jasper and the other horse know he didn't like it by doing small, passive aggressive actions. If this would end up failing, he would then try a bigger, more extreme course of action. Boundless is a small horse with surprisingly long legs. Standing at 12.1hh, he's the average size of a young Mustang and weighs 462lbs. He has a chestnut pelt speckled with bright white patches and spots. He has long, white socks on each of his hooves and has a white, bald face. Boundless is a thin horse with extremely slim legs, making him slightly uncoordinated. |
When Boundless was born his mother, Honeydew, was already weak and sickly. She'd been born sick and was therefore sick all her life. Despite this she mothered Boundless well, always putting her needs over his. In addition to being sick she found it exceedingly difficult to find things to eat in the barren lands where she'd raised her son, and they often found themselves going hungry.
When Boundless had reached the age of 7 months, he and his mother decided it would be best if they moved on to a more verdant landscape. However, as they traveled further into the lush lands, a cougar attacked Honeydew and the frightened colt was forced to flee. After this, the orphan did his best to sustain himself. One day while he was grazing, he met a stallion named Jasper, who later adopted him as his brother. |
Rogue Imani, Female, 4 years, Thoroughbred
A thoroughbred mare of a quite striking appearance, Imani stands somewhat small for her breed, only about 15.6 hands in height. With her lithe, compactly muscular build, she weighs only about 1,000 pounds. This small but proportionately powerful frame is covered by a sleek, silk-like coat of predominant chestnut, splashed by the alabaster hairs of overo markings. Three of her legs are adorned by equally bright stockings. The fourth, her right foreleg, has only a sock ending around her ankle. A wide white blaze travels down from her brow to her muzzle, cutting a path between two glittering, dark brown eyes.
Imani is a quite gentle soul, her actions and emotions seeming to be forever marked by an air of compassion. She seems to be a constant model of tranquility and diplomacy. However, beneath a kind and serene exterior burns a powerful flame; while often sweet and well-mannered, pride and determination are an ever present light in her eyes. This young mare has a tendency to slip into speech laced with sarcasm or even venom, when her polite temperament is shaken far enough to be turned into annoyance or, even more rarely, anger. Imani has a spirit of perseverance that constantly drives her forward, either in battle, journey, or work. While she may be kind to all who pose no threat, but she opens up and gives her full trust to only a select few. She is unwaveringly loyal to all of those she finds herself close to, as well as those surrounding her within her herd; she is steadfastly courageous in the face of any threat to those she cares for. While her past is not an overly traumatizing one, and surely does not weigh down on her as those of others might, Imani’s history does contain a few unfortunate twists. Imani was born the younger of two females born to Centuria and Pharaoh, a pair within a small group of five horses; two stallions and three females, not counting Imani or her sister. The duo-hued mare was younger than her sister, Kaya, by a little over a year. Despite the age difference, the two were quite close companions. As she grew older, Imani trained alongside her sister, becoming a scout for her herd under the guidance of her father. |
It was around the time that Imani was two that her life took its turn; her father, Pharoah, was challenged by a younger male for the control of the group. The stallion was born to one of the other mare’s in the group, and was only perhaps a month older than Imani; far too young to challenge the leader of a herd, but proud enough to try. Kaya had left to find her own herd, a path Imani herself would have soon taken had it not been for the conflict in the herd. The challenge between Pharaoh and the younger male, Blu, ultimately ended in the latter being injured and chased from the herd. The battle, however, had not left Pharaoh unscathed. Imani’s aging father passed away from an infection in his wounds some time later, leaving the control of his herd to his second in command, Imani’s half-brother, Junji. Not long after Pharaoh’s passing, Imani took her leave,moving on to find her own place and her own herd, just as her sister had done.
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Rogue Deziree, Mare, 8 Months, Appaloosa
This young mare only comes to about 4 feet tall, not looking to grow much bigger than 5 feet exactly. Since living on her own her weight has decilned slighty, though not dramatically, and she keeps her health up quite easily. As an appaloosa, she aquires a white spotted pelt with dark brown spots, while her face is littered with a gray shading. Her limbs are strong and powerful, however she has taught herself to be careful with them, as she fears ingury living alone.
Deziree is like a princess behind bars of anxiety. Her caring mother taught her by birth what elegant was and how to master it, mostly, and although Deziree has learned well in her short time with her family, she still has trouble with her nerves. However, instead of becoming timid when threatened with a problem, the little fireball seems to completely loose her filter and she tends to lash out. Afterwards, of course, she will often regret her mistakes and question herself, but that side of her she has never shown. The mare has learned how to respect her elders though, at least when she isn't being treated completely unfairly. Having never been around foals, Deziree really does't have a clue what playing is, not after loosing her mother at least. She is only really looked at as a graceful yet hot-headed child that hasn't quite matured. This not so old mare was born between the borderline of the rolling hills and the coastline where grass meets sand and water laps at the shore. Obviously her parents were both belonging to the Appaloosa breed, granting Deziree a uniquely patterened coat of her own. They belonged in a small undefined harem consisting of her father being the only stallion, and 3 other mares including her mother. Her father she hadn't known long, though, as her mother desired the strong stallion all to herself, a wish he wouldn't grant her. And so, out of spite Deziree supposed, her mother abandoned the harem and took off with her young foal, as if she had a clue what she was up against alone. Without a doubt the single mother was clueless when she had to face nature alone, and while traveling through a barren desert now known to Deziree as the Flatlands, an innocent yet deadly slip of the hoof took her mother down. |
It was a simple injury, but a horses limbs are the most valuable thing, and when you break one you can only be left for dead. Deziree stayed with her mother until she passed, both dehydration and heat taking hold of her life as she had no way of getting around. The foal was then left with a choice; wander alone and hope she might run into a lifesaver, or return to her old harem where she probably would no longer be welcomed. With that in mind Deziree chose smartly, keeping her head high as she very carefully ventured along; alone and unafraid.
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Rogue Mia, Mare, 4 years, Mustang
This mare is like a chihuahua, she is not real big in size, but believes she is draft horse sized. She isn't terribly interesting to look at with her pale yellow coat and white mane and tail. Her muzzle and from the ankle down on three non white legs are just a little darker with some grey mixed in. With only one sock on her hind right and a large blaze that cuts down her cheek on the left side, she isn't very chromed out either. At only 14.2 hands high, she can pretty much be called a pony and only weighs around 750 pounds at a good weight. She is stocky in build with a very upright shoulder. Her back is very straight, but she does have a high hip and low set tail. Being as small as she is though means she has an easier time keeping weight on. She renamed herself a few months ago after leaving her old herd. A short and simple name, Mia. History is boring, but it is what shaped her. Born to a herd of only her parent, she was used to having to fun from danger more than fighting. Her mother was the only mare her father had managed to steal back from a much younger stallion. With her father being in his teens, it made things more difficult when they say other horses. While the young filly wanted more company, they kept taking her away. As she came to the age of two years, it was time for her to leave, her father ran her off and she watched them from a distance for the next few weeks, watching them have another foal. Growing bitter towards them she headed out to find a new herd, one she felt would be worthy of having her join the herd. Joining up with a small herd nearby, they tried to bully her around due to being a little small. Everyday it was a new fight with someone to prove herself. Finally one day a young stallion treated her different and she took to him quickly. It wasn't long before she was expecting her own foal the following year.
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This would prove to her breaking point though, at a mere two days old, the young colt was killed. Despite all she had done to keep him safe, the herd had been attacked at dusk, the colt had been trampled by the herd and so he was unable to get up. Mia had fought as hard as she could to keep the attackers away, but they got enough hits in that the colt stood no chance. By morning the colt was dead and she still stood over him. The herd was no where to be found. She watched over her dead foal for two weeks, unsure what to do. The constant scavengers and scent of death finally drove her away. A few months later she found her way to a new area to live, changing her name to try and start over in life. Mia does not like to be pushed around, she hates being called small and will get snippy if you get into her space. She has a very strong urge to protect foals though, but is hesitant to wish for another foal herself. Attacks from predators freak her out for at least a week and she stands on high alert for that week as well. Even rustling leaves can freak her out and have her believing something dangerous is over there. Her past is locked away, she doesn't want anyone to know she failed as a mother. If she is given respect though, she will give it back ten fold and do her best to keep that relationship strong.
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Rogue Johanna, Mare, 3.5 Years, Thoroughbred X Mustang
Insane is far too harsh of a word to describe this mare. Her outer shell is purely a very shy and timid outlook, sometimes some flirty interest sprinkled in. The shell is only a mask, though she plays the act so well. Often Johanna amuses herself finding sympathy in even the most serious horses. The mare doesn't use this childish act to strike out on weak prey, though, she merely enjoys pissing people off. She gets them almost close enough to take a bite before showing her true colors. After attempting at a friendship sort of bond, Johanna will suddenly change her whole demeanor, often acting quite superior, yet devilish at the same time. The female likes to pick fights, point blank, and she has the muscle to succeed. If she can't get a fight out of you she will proceed to mock and make fun of you, desperately trying to find weak spots. In some ways this is teaching her advantages over other horses, while in other ways she just likes being a bully. The mare almost acts as if she has ADHD, acting out on impulse. She has no filter to her words and normally nothing to hold back her dominance. However, one of the few things she has learned to obey is rules under a superior. She always strays close to breaking these rules, but her parents did teach her a sense of obedience, and she is wise enough to stay within the limits.
Johanna sports a beautifully laid out pelt, soft short fur neatly kept and pure. Her body is painted with splashes of white and mahogany, a glossy mane dyed red like autumn leaves. The mare wasn't really built for running, yet her stamina is pristine. Instead she uses a good 1260 lbs to aid her strength in combat. Along with her great stamina, Johanna is a very skilled fighter with years of experience. Her height, of course, is about average for her crossbreed, coming to around 56 inches. To add on to her mysterious beauty, Johanna acquires a pair of sky blue eyes on a milky dipped face. The painted mare has a rather rough past on her shoulders. Not even fully weaned was her mother chased out of the herd, for a reason she never learned, blood smeared on her body from various bites. Her birth herd was already pretty serious, as she had grown to be herself for a while. The herd primarily dominante of stallions kept her, and she later learned that this was in fact a vicious cycle. Impregnate the mares then chase them out, keep the pure foals and then rinse and repeat. Johanna had barely passed the mark deemed for fit in the herd back then, though through time they formed her into the little devilish she is now. Her shy act was something she acquired herself, amusing the stallion before lashing out and pushing them away. To them she was as good as a clydesdale, skilled and packed with a good punch. She was a female, though, and she would never earn the title she deserved. Pushing too far one day with her ferocity, Johanna was ganged up on and raped by a small weak male the herd had only kept for fun. They told him that if he obeyed he would no longer be bullied and preyed on. As such, a year later Johanna bore a tiny foal, not hardly fit to survive where it lived. The superiors laughed and tore her away from the foal she still so deeply loved, killing its frail body right before her eyes. |
Johanna, like any mother, lashed out in rage, inflicting several nasty wounds to those around her. Again she was ganged up on, beaten, and then left on the ground to watch as they went for the father of her deceased foal next. As they tore at his skin, Johanna found the strength to get up and run, blocking out the sounds of agonized cries and hoof beats racing behind her. Somehow she made it out without another scratch, traveling a very slow road to recovery. The father of her foal, the stallion who raped her though she couldn't blame him, was probably beaten to death in the next couple of days, a terrible torment she couldn't bare to think of. Anyone worthy enough to hear this story is yet to show their face in her crazy world, and likely this someone will be destined to become her mate, as she has never shared the backstory. No, Johanna simply lies about it all.
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