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Post by Phantyy on Mar 11, 2012 9:29:20 GMT -5
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Spring was almost at an end, no wait it was at a bloody end. Maybe now horny stallions would stop chasing tail and get their damned minds straight. The black tovero stallion hated spring, for horses were just so stupid around that time. Oh! Miss so and so is soooo pretty that I just have to make babies with her to further my generation? Bah! It was stupid! Tomahawk moved at a lope, with his head held high, towards the canyon, one of his more favorite spots. Horses hardly ever came to this spot, so perhaps he wouldn't be bothered. Then again, some horses were dumb enough to bother him anyway.
He was now a fully adult stallion, around five or six years. Snorting loudly to voice his annoyance, he came to a halt right at the edge of the cliff. The stallion moved his hoof slightly and allowed a small rock to plummet to the the abyss below. Smirking wildy, he shifted his gaze as the wind began to blow lightly. "Fools better stay away from me." He mumbled, flattening his ears. Even now, the boy was still defective, which proved that it wasn't a childhood thing that he would grow out of.
His father, Dunjay, was gone for good so that left the whole world to the stallion to reign. If anyone got in his way, he would run them over, hands down. The stallion pawed the ground a couple of times, shifting his icy blue gaze over the vicinity of the canyon.
Oh today was going to be fun, he just knew it.
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Post by madmare2003 on Mar 12, 2012 19:37:15 GMT -5
Risque had made her way here somehow, somewhere. She had no idea. She didn't have many idea's to be quit honest. The poor girl she was about as ignorant as they came. It was her parents fault though. There were highly regarded where she came from. They believed in well behaved little girls that were beautiful and did as there parents told them. There parents left a lot out though. Like about love and sex and pain and death. All this had been hidden from her. Poor thing didn't have a clue of any of these things until only recently.
Now, now she was running far away from it all. She wanted nothing to do with them. She wanted them to disappear from her life forever so she left. Now she is here in this big canyon. She has no idea it's a canyon though. She had never seen one. She had only known wide open flat ground.
Her painted body foamed and lathered with sweat as she galloped forth. Her blue eyes though pretty and intense were terrible for vision. She saw the stallion but could not tell he was at an edge. Because he was there she planted her feet into the ground and dropped her rump.
She came to a slide stop any cowboy would be proud of and looked up at the stallion dumb founded. He was a stranger and who knew how he would treat her. Looks like the princess has done it again and landed herself into something she may not be capable of getting out of.
Name: risqué
Gender: mare
Breed: paint arab
Age:three
Arrived in MUSTANG: Spring, Year 14
Color:bay overo
Height: 14.3 h
Eye Color:blue
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