DOTW is a semi-realistic wild horse role-play game aiming to keep it simple. We expect a minimum of 200 words for every in-character post, and reward you with a tight-knit community who love roleplaying and are always eager to make new friends. After an 18 month hiatus, DOTW is ready to write a new history.
Hey doods, don't mind that I've been a little absent lately. I'm reading loooooots of manga <3 but I'm definitely online every day, so don't worry about having PMs or questions or joining posts go missing! I am catching them all :)
tierney three years | buttermilk buckskin | brown eyed | wide blaze, feathered feat, lean but masculine
a fascinating ride, open minds, and the tides kept me pulled in.
The girls feathers brushed soggy underfoot, her head was raised high with strands of sun bleached hairs falling over her face. The journey here had been long and daunting - she missed the company of another, and yet Tierney was far too proud to speak to someone she did not know. It was more than likely for someone to approach her. How could they not? Her slimmed barrel, her sleek golden colour; she did not consider herself a goddess, but it did not mean she didn't think highly of herself. So young and constantly changing. Never had she been chained to the life of others. As a child, her mother let her run free and live as she pleased. And her papa; absent, uncaring. His abuse was beautiful, and the scars showed her outer power. She endured it all. But past that, Tierney was now here and maybe she was ready to find her own place. Not nestled at some tyrants side, but holding her own. It was not particularly set in stone, but the buckskin lady wanted her own equines to watch over. To be in power, and to love with all she had. Maybe it was to aspire to be greater than her parents had been. Fuck ups, miscreants. Terrible, horrible equines with no desire to do anything but bask in false hope.
Sweat beaded along her shoulder, stress pulling at her muscles. Tierney wanted to stop. Examine. And so she did. She came to a slow halt and felt the mud under hoof. Something in the air was telling her that someone stirred closely. Probably wondering what she was doing alone. All unanswered questions could not be ignored forever though, right? With her audits perked completely forward, and head tipped up slightly, the mare whistled a small, quaint greeting to let them know that she was there. That she knew it was close enough to see, to admire, but not touch. Her shoulders twitched slightly, as if someone ran their fingertips along her spine, to purposely make her tingle with desire. God, Tierney was...craving.
"Have you come to aid me, stranger?"
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The slim Arab mare walking lightly through the bog. Her breed was designed to deal with conditions of heat and less-than-sure footing. It was why they were born with thin legs and bodies, so they didn't sink into the soft earth under-hoof. A small film of sweat covered the dappled doe's body, but she paid it no heed. Heat and sweat, they were nothing more than slight bothers. She preferred the heat anyway, because the cold seemed to seep straight to her bones. It was why you would always find the mare further south if she had any say in it.
She tossed her head, throwing her mane out of her eyes. The sky was gray and heavy, promising rain and perhaps a storm later in the day. These things were common here too, but they were what kept the grass so rich and sweet. The mare paused and lowered her head to drink from a small bubbling stream. There were several such streams in the area, but no doubt that they would dry up if it didn't rain so frequently. Just as the mare was about to take her leave of the area, a voice caused her ears to twitch. "Have you come to aid me, stranger?"
She turned, sniffing, and found the scent of another mare. She followed the scent a few paces, stepping out of the thick undergrowth so they could both see each other. The other mare could have almost been a golden double of herself, though slightly thicker in build due to a difference in breed. Her golden pelt was very lightly dappled, and she too had a white blaze on her face. Ana lowered her ears a bit, her tail whipping back and forth to rid herself of bothersome flies. "I was simply passing through." She responded, though her voice was not unkind.
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tierney three years | buttermilk buckskin | brown eyed
a fascinating ride, open minds, and the tides kept me pulled in.
"Just passing through? Well, why don't you join me, darling."
It was a completely free invitation for this new arrival to find company in another, even if it was a complete stranger. It was Tierney's chest clenching that told her she wanted attention, someone to listen closely and be able to calmly speak. She hadn't been able to do that in so long now, it felt like a void rattling her rib cage. She couldn't care less about this stranger, or who they actually were. Her struggles and her own story; it meant shit to the buckskin lady. She didn't mean to be so vain. And it wasn't even that. She was naive, unwilling to accept others into her mind because loving something else meant getting hurt. It was how she registered anything. The mare tip toed to the side, with a small wave of her head toward the dappled other, to coax her to join the fun. She couldn't quite place where her intentions lay yet. Did she want to victimize this equally as lonely seeming mare? Befriend her to some degree? Or even, dampen her chances of hope. She felt that if all sense of friendliness was impossible, she could always rely on a quick tongue.
The next stage of her true colors showed. The small mare had her chest and head high, leaving no room to be stepped over. She dreamed to be tall and sexy, like all those others. But instead, she dealt with herself in a confident manor. "You are new here, I assume foolishly. I am Tierney, stranger. Tell me what they call you." It was a demand that she refused to avoid. The buckskin wanted a name to match with the face. Was it something exotic or plain? Was it passed down from her forefathers, or was it a quick fix to a mistake? The more and more she thought, the more Tierney did have to wonder about her. And while the story would be a drag to hear, maybe it was worth listening to for the sake of doing so. To distract herself for a mere second, she took a moment to let her chocolate eyes look around to all the trees and take a minute to collect her thoughts, and capture them from wandering again.
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Ana stopped and watched as the other mare beckoned her over, further out of the undergrowth. However, the other mare didn't seem content for them to be equals, with the way she held her head as tall as it would go. There was nothing wrong with pride, Ana had a fair bit of it herself, but she refused to submit to the other mare. Yes, she wanted company, she wanted to have a conversation, but not one where she was below her companion instead of her equal. And that was why, when she trotted out of the undergrowth to stand next to the other mare, she held her head and tail high. She wanted it to be known that she was the equal of this mare, and not beneath her in any way. As the two mares came to stand side-by-side, it became pitifully obvious that they were both the same -very unimpressive- height. Ana's black eyes traveled over her new company's body, taking it in in greater detail.
"You are new here, I assume foolishly. I am Tierney, stranger. Tell me what they call you."
Ana held the other mare's gaze, her ears pricked and her head still held high. A demand, not a request. Did this mare, Tierney, know nothing of how pleasantries were exchanged? Ana's muscles were tensed, uncomfortable as she was in this situation. Ana was friendly by nature, she enjoyed meeting others, but not when they behaved in such a way. "Very well, Tierney, I will tell you my name, but not because you demand it. I will tell you because you told me your name, and it will be a fair exchange of information." Ana pawed the ground a bit, allowing some of the tension to leave her body. "I am called Anastasia." In a friendly encounter, she would have told the other mare to call her 'Ana', but she was still trying to understand what the golden doe wanted.
