What should the setting be?

Hmmm. I'll try and make it something easy..... Either 1) The side of a cliff with strong wind and raging waters below or 2) Anything you'd like.

How bout the beach? I do really well with beaches

[atrb=width,550,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=725956] Oki strolled down to the soft waters. The mild wake lolled over her hooves. The sun was low in the sky, signaling the routine sunset. The sky was still a sky blue but soon the azure would turn to rose tinted shades. Right then, that moment before the sunset was Oki's least favorite time of the day. There wasn't the beauty of day time or the mysteriousness of the night. There wasn't the wonder of the sunset or the miracle of the sunrise. This time of day was when the loneliness set in. During the day she would distract herself with moving forward in her journey. During the night, Oki would be able to sleep after a long day. The mare traveled alone and that time of day, right before the night began rest among the land, was the only time the solidarity hindered her. The two toned mare waded a little farther into the warm water. The summer heat wasn't horrible at this time of day but it was still nice to cool off from the searing day. The friendly ripples of the ocean invited her until she was standing knee deep in the sloshing waters. It was so relaxing. The sea rocked her, loosening her tight muscles and letting her unwind for the first time in a long time. "Speech" "Thought" [Featuring;; Oki ; Red Dun Frame Overo ; Mutt ; Amber ; 3 ; 15hh ; ] [Tag;; ] ! [Words;; ] 221 [Muse;; ] Low [Notes;; ] !

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Okay, so a few tips right off the bat. Remember the 5 senses! That’s going to be your biggest thing for filler. What did the air smell like, what did the sand beneath her hooves feel like, was there a wind? Also, have her take in her surroundings. Have her look at the trees, at the water, just to add a few more words and get thought in there and such.

Also you can always add a bit of history at the beginning to set up a little personality reference and history and such, and also to just add some more filler.

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[atrb=background,http://oi56.tinypic.com/2cei4xg.jpg] My golden frame shimmered in the late evening sunset as I walked upon the coast, each step leaving an impression behind, markings upon the sand. As the tide rolled in, the froth swirled around my ankles, only to fall away mere seconds later. It was gorgeous here, the setting reflected upon the mirror of the lake. From the forest a ways away I could hear the birds singing, midnight lullabies echoing from within the treetops. How easy it would be to be a bird, merrily chirping day in and day out, yet I had been created as an equine, a being of much more complicity. The first being that I had met here had been Croatan, a stud muffin of a stag whose heart had been shattered by the absence of his love. Perhaps he had found her by now, reuniting his little family and creating his happily ever after. He had left me soon after our meeting, and nothing had come of it, and yet I still thought of him, reminiscing upon the short lived scene. And then there had been the tiny herd of bachelors, containing Styx and Caeser, two beasts which had worried me. They were brutal creatures, those two, and I could picture them raping many a’mares. I felt bad for them, those beasts who hadn’t enough manner to know better, and even worse for the poor helpless mares who had been victims. Lucky enough, I had been spared. And then there was Diavolo, a cute little paint who was much too civil for my taste. He was a lady’s man, that boy, and I had heard that he had claimed a land, found a love, and they had started a herd. Perhaps that was his happily ever after, and I hoped that he was well, after all he was one of the few with a good heart. I had had a brief meeting with Vautrin, the boy who had never known acceptance or touch, and we had shared a moment, a night filled with warm embraces and frantic skin to skin contact, and I had helped him get through a rough time. I hoped that he was doing good, that boy, and hopefully others would be more accepting of him. Wuuthrex. The stallion whose patchwork pelt was similar to my own. Currently I called his herdland home, spending my nights by his and days journeying through the lands. He was a gentle soul, a breed all his own, and yet he wanted nothing to do with love or a family of his own. He continued to push me away, while I held on for dear life, and it was tiring, the way I worked to please him. A large wave crashed against my body, soaking my frame with it’s cool liquid as I continued to walk upon the shore, pools locked upon the ground. It was a nice night, and I needed to be getting back to Rex. He would be waiting, and so I turned slowly, making my way back to the beast that kept me company at night.

Now when you go to reply here's a little tip. I like to visualize my reply in two parts. The first part is going to be your horses thoughts, and reaction to what the other rp has their horse do. If you could, please put this in one color, such as black.

The second part is going to be the part you make up, what your character says back to the other horse, and what they do. Please put this one in a different color, such as white.

Now for your reply remember the 5 senses! What does my mare smell like? Sound like? Look like? How does she come across, or what does your mare think she's going to be like?

Also if someone gives you something that's hard to reply to, like I just did, then know that you can always use the scenery around to help add filler, or thoughts about her past and such. Just a few things to mull over. ;D