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Looky here now, and listen carefully.
Don't put Empress as position wanted.
Yeah, I decide that. So just leave it at that.

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This is just the min you have to write.
You can write more if you'd like.

Duke: 700 words
Duchess: 700 words
Knights: 600 words
Ladies in Waiting: 600 words

King's Adviser: 500 words
Third Lady: 500 words
Royal Stallions: 500 words
Royal Ladies: 500 words

General: 400 words. Must be a battle post.
General's Lady: 400 words. Must be a battle post.
Section Leaders: 350 words. Must be a battle post.
Leader's Treasures: 350 words. Must be a battle post.
Officer: 300 words. Must be a battle post.
Leading Lady: 300 words. Must be a battle post.
Army Stags: 150 words. Must be a battle post.
Army Femmes: 150 words. Must be a battle post.

Herd Stallions: none
Herd Mares: none

[Spitz]

Name:Floyd
Age:3
Gender:Stallion
Position Wanted:Knight
RP example: He looked behind him and at the stables he was leaving behind "I must go" he whispered and took off in a gallop, his tail streaming behind him. He slowed to a trot when reaching the forests and caught his breath while looking for a home and then his eyes set upon the land he shall call home. He took a drink at the pond nearby and then set off again towards the land he shall live.

He walked towards the land but never did it seem any closer to him but he walked on still and smiled as the land started to set before him. He trudged on further before lifting his legs high and going into a trot with his long tail brushing the ground. As snow started to fall he slowed down and the snow crunched under his feet "I will get there soon" he said and shook his mane and snow flew everywhere as he did it. His mane didn't stay black for much longer as the snow was started to fall heavily.

The snow was thick and Floyd was starting to feel it on his legs as he walked but he still walked on with his ears twitching at every sound he heard. He hoped things would be better in the territory but only time would tell as he didn't know how the lead would react to him and his past. The target seemed nearer but still so far as he trudged on slowly and he looked up at the sky "It will be nightfall by the time I get there" he said shivering but he stood tall and quickened his pace to a nice canter.

He neighed in delight as everything rushed past him as his body streamed through the mist and toward the land he had been waiting to enter. He warmed up as he cantered but started to pant a little after a while "I wish I had the speed and stamina of a thoroughbred" he said and snorted but then thought back to all the girls and how they loved his elegant look and glosy black coat "then again being a Friesian has its ups" he said and laughed a little.

The land started to welcome him as he reached the entrance "hello new home" he said and walked onward and then stopped under a nearby tree "I wish I was back in my warm stable" he said shivering. His glossy coat shimmered as it was wet from the falling snow and his hooves felt terrible as the horse shoes were still on "how I will get rid of these I do not know" he said and saw a lake. He quickly trotted over to it but unfortuently in was frozen over but he got his hoof and smashed through the ice "I guess they have there benefits" he said and took a long drink.

Nothing would ever stop Floyd now as he had reached the land he wanted and was happy this way but he regretted leaving the tame life behind as he has been born tame and knew nothing about how to live in the wild. "Hopefully the new stallion will teach me" he said and walked onwards and deeper into the land until he saw where it was placed "oh my, this place is beautiful" he said and tossed his mane. He was happy in the life as a wild horse but still felt unhappy and in his heart he missed Samantha terribly but now he would never be ridden again unless he got caught. Life seemed hard at the moment as winter was here but he hoped that with his help this place could be the best place in the world.

[FalconX]

A little soft to be wild. However you shall learn under my rule.
Floyd is accepted as a Knight

[Frenzi™]

Name // Jink

Age // Three and a Half

Gender // Mare

Position Wanted // Duchess

RP example //

I've lived here all my life, well, not technically in any herd, but out on the range. That's my definition of here. I can tell you that I am bold, and sometimes it's a bad thing. My tongue is usually in check, but it's my pillars that might be the worry. I might end up hanging around the two-legged's camps. Why would I do such a stupid thing? I know the danger, and honestly, I love the thrill, the rush of the adrenaline as you peek out from behind the foliage. The leaves do not do much to cover up my glowing coat, but it doesn't matter to me. My blood runs strong with the mustang, the spirit of the west, that is pretty much, me. Thoroughbred and Hanoverian also runs deep in my veins, in the crimson liquid that is deemed as blood. My father was a mustang, as coal black as the night. He died out on the range, never going in with the two-legged's, always fighting back when he felt the bite of the lasso around him.

But my mother was from the two-legged's place, my father stealing her away from inside the snow white fences. I remember my parents taking me there to gaze down at the 'ranches', and my father taught me never to let myself be dragged in there. Even though my mother was a horse from there she backed up my father and showed me others of my kind going in there, the blood leaking out from under a deep wound in the neck, or being dragged behind another one of my kind with the two-leg sitting aboard, the liquid also running strong from the bound pillars. The sights have scarred me, exactly what my bearers had wanted. Whenever I see a two-leg now the image flashes into my mind, but it doesn't keep me away from them. Oh no, I love to cause them trouble wherever I can. Perhaps leading away one of their mounts, only to leave both of them stranded deep in the wild.

My visits to the camps have become less frequent as the idea came into my mind to settle down, and how foolish my actions were. But every now and then, when I catch the last flitting notes of my kind in distress, their wild screams of terror running on for miles, as they know that is the last of them that will ever run free, I will return. My golden bodice will fly across the lands, hooves hitting the Earth as I go to my quarry. Sometimes, it is too late, but others, the two-legs are dim-witted enough to leave my kin inside the frail boxes of wood. That's when the fun comes in. It is easy enough to jump inside, or I stand somehwere where the light hits, the gold possibly catching the two-leg's greedy eye. And even though they have one, don't they always try to get their five-toed hooves on more?

Always. It might be difficult to get the other equine out of their traps, but if I am not able to, I will be able to get some other one out of their grasp. Besides, I love messing with their weak minds. They try and try, hoping to succeed, but when it comes to this lady, they can try and they want, but will never succeed. Now, perhaps I shall tell a little about myself, as in what my perception of me actually is? I am proud, I cannot deny it. I am stuck between the Neutral and the Lights, but never the Dark. Yes, I may have some Dark intentions sometimes, but I would never allow my stools to take me down that bloody path. So you would think I would be Neutral, yes? Well, that's where you're wrong. I was so stuck, it was simply easier to go with the herd's that wouldn't be too picky. But hey, there's nothing to be picky about with me.

As I have said, I am proud. Therefore I don't take lightly to being bossed around, especially those that are lower than me. I know the meaning of respect, and which equine's do indeed that actually are worth that respect. The Respect would go to any above me, even if I do not particularly like a certain one of my kind, I will grit my teeth, though still pay the Respect that is needed. Still more about Respect. Why must I keep rambling about it? Well, it's a large part of my life. I have only talked about those that I respect that are above me. Now what about below? I am not one to go around stamping on those that fall below me, in my mind or in the herd ranking. If you fall below, you are one special equine. I do not throw about Respect lightly, even to those above, so if you are granted with this privilege, take great care, my friend.

I am obviously on the clever side, though my wits have never left me, sometimes I listen to my heart as well. Two sides fighting for dominance, yet only one can triumph. When the time is aroused, the Wits and Heart will battle, and when I have made up my mind on which way to go, it will not be changed. That's the main thing about me, and if you want to know more, well, I'm quite open to questions. Nothing inside me is tucked away with a label, it is all open. My past, the present, and what I see of the future before me. To most it is accesible, once again to those who have my respect as well.


Anything else? // Omg... my muse, it came back for me!

Words // All counting in at a whopping 1,025 words!

[FalconX]

What do we have here? A little daredevil, eh?
Jink is accepted as a Duchess

[Greeny]

Name: Midnight Blues
Age: 4
Gender: Stallion
Position Wanted: Knight
RP example:

A huge forest stood in front of him, the trees were tall and their leaves so many that no light penetrated to the floor below. Mostly the trees that grew there were pines, ones which had had many years to grow to enormous, daunting sizes. Huge mushrooms flourished beneath them, the sort of mushrooms from which you would expect evil pixies to emerge from. It didn't exactly look inviting to tell the truth. With a mildly displeased expression on his face the dusty black stallion stared into its depths, trying to figure out how likely it was that he would be able to pass through it. He couldn't see much but, well, he thought he could see some brambles, but, how could they grow in that place of little to no light. The scent of rotting wood drifted out of the wood, a strong stench which hit his nares with explosive force. His expression faded into one of absolute disgust.If he went in there, he, Midnight Blues, would have to walk over bits of rotting stuff, through thick undergrowth, in the pitch blackness. Somehow he found that the idea wasn't very appealing. He knew that the land he was going to was not too far away after the wood, but was it really worth going through it? Would he really get a high enough position to make up for it? No. He knew the answer, but he still wanted to go to that land, and no other.

Perhaps he could go round it, it would take a lot longer but it would be better than going through the forest. Besides, being huge did have its advantages, his long legs allowed him to go faster then small horses. He couldn't help but think that his added speed hadn't helped him in the last few days he had been traveling. He was beginning to get fed up with running day and night through either freezing cold rain or blistering heat. It seemed that he was going through a region where you just didn't get the pleasant weather. His usually coal black and faultlessly smooth pelt was rough and stained a dusty brown color by the clouds of muddy dust that came up from his hooves, apart from helping the contrast between his mane and his pelt, it just made him feel uncomfortable. He shook himself in a way which showed that he didn't expect the dirt to come off, it didn't come off. He looked up with childish hope to check if there were any rain clouds gathering that might wash it off. As his luck was completely rubbish, all he saw was that the sun seemed to be even brighter that day. Though he had promised himself that he wouldn't feel sorry for himself, he was feeling quite a bit of self-pity. And it didn't help that he was hungry.

Awkwardly he shifted his previously unmoving form a bit to the left if any horses lived in that forest he would look like a total, idiotic, coward. It wasn't a nice thought, he may not be very vain, but he was extremely proud of his name. It was a tame horses name and allowed him to spin all sorts of heroic yarns about himself. Anyway, it would be an insult to his name. He needed to get moving right away, thing was, the heat hadn't built up yet and the comfortable warmth made him feel sleepy. Since he knew that yawning would just make him feel more sleepy he decided to try not to yawn, otherwise he would lose half the day just standing here. His dark purple eyes were unfocused as he thought about things, no longer seeing the landmark in front of them. His knew home better be worth it....
Anything else?:No.

[FalconX]

Your view of these Forests are wrong. Yet, your size is an advantage.
Midnight Blues is accepted as a Knight