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Post by mustang5jk2 on Sept 11, 2006 14:21:02 GMT -5
I looked up and rolled my eyes. Rather juvenile, but what he did with his spare time was none of my business.
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Post by chey on Sept 11, 2006 14:29:26 GMT -5
Red started to graze and some times watch the other stallion.
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Sept 11, 2006 16:01:32 GMT -5
Deciding I should look for my herd again, I trotted to the far fence, letting out a wild cry for them. A faint reply could be heard and gave me hope. I reared and called again, my eyes scanning the horizon wildly.
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Post by chey on Sept 12, 2006 14:32:16 GMT -5
All he could see was Red the paint colt.He started grazing and loved the grass and laid down to fall asleep.
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Sept 12, 2006 15:46:29 GMT -5
No longer concerning myself with the youngling, I watched as a few forms appeared on the hills. I recognized them to be my herd, running towards my call. I began to kick and kick at the fence, starting to dig at the dirt. I ran up and down the fenceline, waiting for them to arrive.
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Post by ღGraceღ on Sept 12, 2006 17:24:23 GMT -5
Chris noticed a band of mares galloping wildly to the stallion in the huge pasture. She flew down the steps and out the back door, the storm door slamming in the doorway. She ran wildly and opened a nearby gate, as soon as the mares were though she locked it again, now her two brood mares and the six others were together with the wild stallion. She walked to Red's paddock, he wasn't yet old enough to be ridden, but he could have a saddle on his back. She haltered the yearling and led him into the stallion barn were the main tack room was. She tied him to a hitching post and dissapeared into the darkened barn, soon it was illuminated with electric light, glowing in the midday sun. She walked into the tack room, took ahold of a small english saddle and saddle pad, she walked out and stood next to the paint colt.Whoa there Brookie's Red Clay. She said gently. Placing the sterling white pad on his back. She lifted the ten-pound saddle on to his back, cinching the grith just enough so it wouldn't slide about.Thatsa boy Red. She spoke sweetly. It was a bit too early to put a bridle on him, but she could lunge him. She clipped a lunge line to his halter and walked him into the big arena that he was used to working in, she clucked to him to get him into a spirited walk around her.
Midnight Raven whinnied miserably in his stall, oh how he wished to be out in the feilds where he grew up. The wild, the feilds, the rosemary, the sweet smell of honeysuckle in the summer morns. He whished to be free again, to be wild still, as a colt of nearly a year he was practicly full-grown...
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Sept 12, 2006 17:42:07 GMT -5
I tried to warn the mares to stop, but before I got the chance they were in. I gave them a sorrowful cry before gathering them together, adding the other two mares to my herd. I trotted around them, keeping a close eye for any danger.
The mares looked around wildly, but seeing the lead watching them made them feel safe, so they began to graze.
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Post by chey on Sept 12, 2006 18:55:26 GMT -5
Red pinned his ears bakc he will not let this happion.He tried to bit chris.Red watched her.
Brookie walked alittle.
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Sept 12, 2006 19:01:41 GMT -5
I watched the colt try to bite the human. Maybe this one was not domesticated as he seemed. One of the mares came up to me flirtatiously, so I bred to her. When done, I continued to watch for any signs of danger.
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Post by chey on Sept 12, 2006 19:03:26 GMT -5
Red reard up and broke the lead rope and ran fast out of the barns.
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Sept 12, 2006 19:10:33 GMT -5
As hooves came into hearing, I turned my head to see the colt running. I tilted it to one side in curiosity, keeping an eye on my herd while watching him.
((bback in 15 mins))
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Post by ღGraceღ on Sept 12, 2006 19:10:39 GMT -5
(God dangit Chey, I've given up on being nice)
Chris whipped the colt with her whip as the tighness on the lunge line returned, the colt WOULD BE domesticated, he would be raced, he would be a stallion, and if that didn't happen.You'll be put down. Chris said, finishing her thought aloud.
Midnight Raven whinnied evily, crashing through his stall at the other end of the farm, he galloped to the stallion and band of mares. He let out an evil screech, his eyes rolling wildly, he reared defencively.I wish to challange you. He spat at the stallion, taking a running leap at the tall fence, he cleared it amazingly.
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Post by chey on Sept 12, 2006 19:12:59 GMT -5
((what did I do grace))
Red moved quickly form the whip.
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Sept 12, 2006 19:13:20 GMT -5
I no longer payed attention to the colt, but turned to the challenging stallion. I circled around the mares, keeping them tightly together and herding them off to a corner of the pasture. I reared, hooves slicing through the air, eyes watching my opponent.
((I'll be back on in 15 minutes, okay?))
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Post by ღGraceღ on Sept 12, 2006 19:23:30 GMT -5
(Please let Red be domesticated and raced, I've got a big PLOT boiling)
The big mustang yearling threatened by the stallion reared again, black hooves peircing the air that was beginning to get icy. His ivory teeth bared in defence. Raven's ebony auds pinned perfectly to his black head. He didn't have a reason to fight, he just felt compelled to, for it was a fight that made his father loose his leadership towards a herd of nearly eighty equines.
Chris sighed and clucked again, snapping the whip in Red's face.
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