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I started running but then I noticed the dappled grey coat of one of the horses. Dappled Waves. I continued to run, finally they gave up and trotted off.
I was grazing further away from everyone else.Then I heard the sounds of hoofs but these sounded different the sound of yelling filled the air.Storm yelled run.I didn't move trying to understand way we had to then a couple of men on horseback came riding crazily straight towards us.My eyes widened and I took off after the others but Brook didn't move an inch.I ran up to her.<br />"Come on!"I waited for her to move staring widely at the approaching cowboys.
Out of Character:<br />I couldn't come up with a name that I liked so I just stuck with Silas.
Name: Silas <br />Gender: male<br />Age: 3 to 7ish<br />Colors: Paint (will post picture later) black and white<br /> Eye Color: Blackish brown<br />Any other things: Was kicked out of his last herd, keeps it a secret though. Strong and powerful is willing to protect anyone in danger, even humans, if they deserve to be saved. <br />Personality: Shish-head strong/temperamental<br />
O.O I stood frozen with shock and I couldn't move, my legs were as stiff as boards.
Storm ingnored what Brook had said. He smelled the air... rawhide... rope... MAN!!! Everyone RUN!!!!
BTW Which male will be the the lead stallion? Stonestep or Storm?
Storm had taken a liking of Brook. His black coat glimmered in the sun. Storm had a leader instinct, raised by a leader he had learned the fine points of leading and how it should never be taken lightly
Ear flicked towards Brook and a small flash of regret flew through her for a moment. Maybe she shouldn't have been so cold, but she flicked the thought away as she reminded herself that this was a new herd for her. Why be all cuddles and snuggles? Nostrils flaring Tally looked about, her sorrel catching the sun and shimmering slightly beneath the dust that covered her.<br /><br />Ears flicked towards the trees as nostrils flared slightly. Eyes slid over the other horses present as her hooves ached to taste the turf beneath the trees. Wandering off alone was frowned upon but still Tally headed as quietly as she could, head down as she snuffled grass along the way. Glancing sidelong at the others as she moved.
I couldn't help but feel pained by the coldness of Tally's behavior I walked over to the stream and saw a mare splashing around with her foal. I stared remembering how I would play with Dappled Waves my filly, I don't know what has happen to her all I remember is that a human flew in the sky driving most of the herd into small confining corrals. I shuttered and turned away..