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Post by horsecraziest on Feb 15, 2008 20:15:54 GMT -5
On a cool fall morning in the Indian Valley, a lone stallion stood by the river looking around for any sign of danger. The sun was barely peaking out over the mountain tops. The land had an orange color to it as the sun started to rise. The stallion drank some water. As he moved away from the water, his fiery chestnut coat shined in what little sunlight there was. The stallion looked around again. He still saw nothing. He had no idea where he was. He had come quite a distants. All the while he was thinking of what he should do. He wasn't sure if he should try to start his own herd or to just take some more time and wander until he could think of what he wanted to do. Then he heard something. It was a sound so small, he decided to ignore it at first.  |
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Post by tashanalyia on Feb 15, 2008 22:45:40 GMT -5
A dappled grey mare woundered too far from the herd and got lost. A few of her sisters followed her. She had lost her stallion in a round up. She was the lead mare and she could not take the place of the stallion. She was 16hands tall and pure musle she was born in the wild and wild is what she was. Her dappled gray coat was just from running threw a stream. She decided to wounder towards another creek in search of a new stud. she saw a taller chestnut drinking and she woundered about him so she watched him closly but then he looked in her direction.
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Post by horsecraziest on Feb 15, 2008 22:50:01 GMT -5
The stallion's ears twitched forward and back. He heard something. He was not quite sure of what it was yet.
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Post by tashanalyia on Feb 15, 2008 22:57:11 GMT -5
the mare stepped out of the bushes and made a low nicker calling the stallion. she then drank beside of him
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Post by horsecraziest on Feb 15, 2008 23:01:22 GMT -5
The stallion lifted his head high in a showy way.
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Post by tashanalyia on Feb 15, 2008 23:03:09 GMT -5
the grey lifted he head in aprovile and walked away she wanted the stallion to follow
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Post by horsecraziest on Feb 15, 2008 23:12:47 GMT -5
The stallion looked at her. He was curious as to what she would lead him to. He was a little cation, but he wanted to follow the mare.
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Post by tashanalyia on Feb 15, 2008 23:33:55 GMT -5
Dutches (the grey mare) walked into the center of the rest of the herd she then took off and the herd followed she galloped and looked to see the stallion
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Post by horsecraziest on Feb 16, 2008 8:03:31 GMT -5
The stallion started to follow the mare as they ran.
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Post by tashanalyia on Feb 22, 2008 8:23:03 GMT -5
the grey mare looked back and tossed her head to point and she nickered as he got closer
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Post by horsecraziest on Feb 22, 2008 8:39:24 GMT -5
Utah whinnied and raised his head as he galloped up toward her. As he galloped, he gave a little buck as he ran. He moved closer to her. He wasn't exactly sure of what she wanted to do next.
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Post by tashanalyia on Mar 8, 2008 21:26:06 GMT -5
Dutches rolled her eyes as Utah galloped by she knew he was young and inexsperianced but she needed a stud for the herd. She nickered to him as he passed and two younger bay mares tossed there heads as they didnt know why there was a stallion here.
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Post by horsecraziest on Mar 9, 2008 19:43:36 GMT -5
Utah raised his head as he ran. He looked back quickly to see the mares in the herd. He turned back and looked at Dutches. He turned his attention back to in the direction he was headed. He galloped ahead faster. He did not go to far ahead.
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Post by tashanalyia on Apr 22, 2008 21:58:05 GMT -5
dutches tossed her head and stood up straight to show her beauty. She took off in one direction and then out of no where she stopped and reared up she tossed her head again and winnied to a near by 3year old, a paint named Gina, Gina ran toward the stud when she saw him she stopped and nickered a hello then she danced over to Dutches and showed off a bit
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Post by horsecraziest on Apr 23, 2008 15:06:12 GMT -5
Utah watched these two mares. He whinnied back to Gina.
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