Feeling the Wind Ripple Through Your Mane

Plot: This is a herd of Wild Mustangs. We are next on BLM's list to be round up, but think small cramp corrals Yuck >< We want to be free, and be able to feel the wind ripple through your mane. It is also about these horses' daily struggle to survive. Good Luck! Sorta what the meadow looks like Name: Gender: (Also we need a stallion who is the leader) Age: (Remember be reasonable not 25ish xD) Colors: Eye Color: Any other things: Personality (put a word or two) Name: Running Brook aka Brook Gender: Mare Age: 6 years Colors: grullo dun An example^^ Eye Color: Brown Any other things: Had a foal but the foal got rounded up XC Personality: Feisty, out going I grazed looking out over the terrain it was mostly grass but it was specked with bushes and trees. I loved it here I couldn't think what it would be like to have it all taken away from me. I tried pushing those thoughts out of my mind and continued grazing.

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