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 :)
my real name is natasha, and i'm from a very small town in tennessee. i'm currently enrolled in community college with no idea where to go or what direction to take. i have a wonderful boyfriend whom i have been with for five years, and two wonderful pets. a dog named mylo and a cat named monte. i really want guinea pigs but i don't have the money or space. ): but yeah, i really enjoy reading and i'm kind of obsessed with lana del rey at the moment.
the characters --
anastasia -- 3 years -- arabian -- mare -- single -- herdless. asmodeus -- 5 years -- paint x quarter horse -- stallion -- single -- herdless. atlanta -- 2 years -- andalusian x arabian x quarter horse x paint -- mare -- single -- herdless.
overall: Ana is a very pretty horse. She stands at a mere 14.2 hands high, which is on the smaller end of the spectrum for her breed. Her body is very thin and compact, made for speed and not strength. Her pelt is dappled gray, getting darker along her flanks and forelegs. The base of her tail is a dark gray, but toward the end it lightens out into white. Her entire mane is dark gray. Her face is dark gray with a white blaze, and she has black eyes.
mother: belladonna -- mother -- arabian -- 10 years -- unknown whereabouts. father: capricorn -- father -- arabian -- 12 yeras -- leads a herd in a distant land.
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the posts --
[div align="center"][a href="http://tashiebaby.deviantart.com/art/Anastasia-451405803"][img src="http://i58.tinypic.com/ridq1e.png" style="max-width:100%;"][/a][div style="width:490px;font-family:times new roman;font-size:12px;text-align:justify;"] 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. [i] "Have you come to aid me, stranger?"[/i]
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. [b]"I was simply passing through."[/b] She responded, though her voice was not unkind. [hr][div align="center"][i]➤ 306 ➤ Getting back into the swing of things, sorry that I'm a bit rusty![/i] ➤ [/div][/div][/div]
age: five years bloodlines: american paint horse x american quarter horse.
the outside --
height: 16 hands frame: stocky barrel with long, then legs.
pelt color: black overo. eye color: blue.
overall: asmodeus is a very handsome stallion, with long legs and a short, well built torso. the majority of his form is black, with small splashes of white on his stomach and neck. he has two socks on his hind-legs and a bald face with blue eyes. his mane and tail are both long and black. he stands at sixteen hands high.
mother: astrilla -- mother -- paint -- 13 years -- father's herd in the north. father: draven -- father -- quarter horse -- 15 years -- leads herd in the north.
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Nulla bibendum justo vel auctor mollis. Suspendisse ultricies rhoncus purus. In sodales posuere suscipit. Etiam congue rhoncus dictum. Aliquam condimentum leo in eleifend posuere. Duis eget posuere odio. Morbi mattis sit amet quam convallis consequat. Quisque aliquam tristique mauris, id dictum sapien rhoncus sit amet. Praesent eleifend sem ut mauris blandit volutpat. Ut tortor mauris, hendrerit a convallis sed, egestas sed ligula. Phasellus dictum dolor quis tincidunt eleifend. Sed venenatis lacus nec lorem tempor, nec imperdiet quam aliquam. Sed malesuada blandit aliquet. Fusce pharetra quam quis leo lobortis, ut venenatis elit commodo. Sed rutrum urna eget magna ultrices posuere.
the posts --
[div align="center"][a href="http://tashiebaby.deviantart.com/art/Asmodeus-451435978"][img src="http://i58.tinypic.com/mv24aq.png" style="max-width:100%;"][/a][div style="width:490px;font-family:times new roman;font-size:12px;text-align:justify;"] The other stallion, Thames, took his time in responding - as Asmodeus himself had done. The two stallions were shamelessly sizing each other up, but for what? It seemed very unlikely that a fight would break out between the two, but even still, you could never be too careful. Asmodeus didn't particularly enjoy fighting, but he would when the occasion called for it. Though he was a very gentle stag, he was known for taking things way too far when rage consumed him. But he didn't like to think of that, he tried his best to keep it from happening. He always found himself in a horrific state of regret afterwards. [i]"It is good to meet you, too, Asmodeus."[/i] His name, which most horses seemed to stumble over, flowed smoothly across his new companion's tongue. This pleased him. Most horses would eventually try to shorten it, to make it easier on themselves. Mostly he was called 'Deus' by these types of horses, and while he disliked it, he didn't stop them either.
Thames drank several large mouthfuls from the river before climbing out and scattering some rabbits. Rabbits, prey animals. Asmodeus had always pitied them. They weren't like horses, who were big and strong enough to protect themselves against most predators, and even still they were very fast if they needed to be. The rabbits only had their speed to rely on, and while it was impressive, it failed them more often than not. The black stallion looked up as the other finally got up on level ground, slightly taller than him, but his barrel was thicker and more filled out than the other stallion's. Still yet, he wouldn't want to get into a fight with the bay brute.
[i]"Even running a short distance can leave one parched."[/i] He nodded his understanding, listening as Thames went on to describe the origins of his own name. They were much more impressive than his, since he had just been named after his grandfather. Who knew where the name had originated from? Was he named after a river as well? A landmark? Perhaps a god? Asmodeus would never know, not that he really cared. The name would likely die with him, unless one of his offspring named their foals after them. [b]"Yes, I find these lands to be rather humid myself. They are much hotter than where I originate."[/b] He said, [b]"you name has some very impressive origins, I'm afraid the actual meaning of mine has been lost to the ages." [/b]He shoulders rose and fell, the origins of his name didn't matter much in the grand scheme of things.
[i]"Do you have a destination in mind, Asmodeus?" [/i]Odd, was it odd to travel alone? He supposed it was, after all, most of his species liked to settle in herds. It was a natural longing. For the most part, you were safer in a big group. [b]"Ehh,"[/b] he began,[b] "I was just wanting to get away, that was my only goal. Now that I have, I really don't know what to do with myself. Perhaps I'll claim some land, most of the stallions on my father and mother's side have lead herds. I'm really just wandering."[/b] He concluded, his mind feeling a bit muddle and confused. What were his goals? [b]"And what of you, Thames?" [/b]He questioned, wanting to steer the conversation away from himself. [hr][div align="center"][i]➤ 588 ➤ No notes.[/i] ➤ [/div][/div][/div]
age: two years bloodlines: andalusian x arabian x quarter horse x paint
the outside --
height: 15.3 hands frame: thin but sturdy.
pelt color: dappled gray. eye color: brown.
overall: atlanta is a very pretty girl, representing both of her parents' genes well. her mother was a white arab mix, her father a dark dappled gray andalusian. her pelt came out as a pale dappled gray, the markings around her nose and lips reminiscent of her mother's, as well her white mane and tail. she stands at 15.3 hands high, and she looks at the world through deeply troubled brown eyes.
mother: artemis -- mother -- arabian x paint x quarter horse -- 4 years -- unknown whereabouts. father: revenant -- father -- andalusian -- 5 yeras -- unknown whereabouts.
brothers: atlantis -- died young, unknown amount of other brothers. sisters: unknown, likely many.
colts: atlantis -- died w/i the first few hours. fillies: none.
herd: n/a. rank: n/a.
the past --
atlanta was born in lands not far from here, into a herd with a kind and just leader. his name, her father's name, was revenant. he was kind and fair to all the subjects in his land, and he watched over all his mares gently and lovingly. there was no mare that he loved more than her mother, the queen, artemis. she was their first foal, born into a pair of twins. atlantis and atlanta. her parents were thrilled, and she can remember the warmth and loving she felt in the first month of her life.
but then her mother left without a word. her father was distraught, beside himself. there was another nursing mare in the herd who offered to take the twins, but unfortunately atlantis couldn't get enough nutrients and died. it was then that her father left the land, passing it off to a cruel and deceitful stallion. the stallion allowed renevant's offspring to live, as he had promised, but they were treated as second-class citizens in the herd. this was a harsh change for atlanta, who had previously been regarded as a princess.
the first year of her life was spent in despair over the family she had lost so suddenly. though the herd was supposed to be cruel to her, they only were if the lead stallion was watching. all of the mares missed her father, and they believed that he would come back and save them. atlanta held no such beliefs. her father's mind had been broken, he was no longer the stallion who claimed and loved these mares. however, when atlanta's form began to fill out into that of a mare, the new lead took a very real interest in her.
suddenly he kept her with him at all times, and he started breeding her much too young. she fell pregnant shortly after this, but the foal was born too soon, at around 9 months, and it only lived for a few hours. that night, when the lead stallion was asleep, atlanta left. she traveled constantly, never stopping until she came upon these lands. her mind is not broken, she is not so weak as her father, but she can be cruel, and empathy is not in her vocabulary.
the posts --
[div align="center"][a href="http://tashiebaby.deviantart.com/art/Atlanta-451894249"][img src="http://i60.tinypic.com/2vk0pa8.png" style="max-width:100%;"][/a][div style="width:490px;font-family:times new roman;font-size:12px;text-align:justify;"] 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. [i] "Have you come to aid me, stranger?"[/i]
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. [b]"I was simply passing through."[/b] She responded, though her voice was not unkind. [hr][div align="center"][i]➤ 306 ➤ Getting back into the swing of things, sorry that I'm a bit rusty![/i] ➤ [/div][/div][/div]
