Post by fadedglory on Mar 12, 2006 21:54:48 GMT -5
the faded scarlette stallion approached the lands of auditions..there were a few others there but he payed no heed to them, and not in a rude and incompitent way..he nodded to each and went off to start his own competition.....
crimson hued lord galloped swiftly, his red limbs pumped gracefully. Muscles bunched and rippled like waves on the sea as he moved surefootedly through a rocky forde, he seemed to fly over them as his pillars blurred as they moved in unison..
a small herd lay ahead he turned his visionares in there direction..he could use a herd like this. It was nicely sized with about 30 mares...many of different colors and fun ones and playful ones, he watched two colts one roan and the other pitch black rear on ther hindquarters sparring off one to one..he skidded to a stop and stood there watching. They were both strong and obviously practicing for when they would fight for a femme one day. it was very interesting watching them...both of there muscles bunched tight and released death gripping strikes at each others leathal areas... the black lunged and caught the roans throat and threw his head around visiously yanking the poor roan with him wherever he went..suddenly he let go and the roans throat poured welters of blood, and he hit the ground with a sickening cruch...
Faded glory watched the roan 2 year old hit he ground and he realized they hadn't been fighting for practice! but for lead stag, he tossed his nape angrily and reared his muscular hindqaurtars supporting his heavy weight...he screamed his most ear peircing challenge that would send cold shivers up any horses back bones..he lunged forward and dodged around the young colt with perfected skills of a champion, the black only stood there and eyed him daringly..I took that as an answer to my challenge and I lunged rearing and striking with lightning speed the he whirled and kicked hoping to have hit his target he bounded away on winged ivories, white pearls bared and ready, lobes plastard against his nape...he waited for the colts attack...
the colt attacked hoping to surprise the stallion but it didn't work, he leapt away and thought quickly another plan, but he was drenched in sweat from his fight he had just recently fought, but thought nothing of it his black cover moved swiftly to the side of the red stag and he rared above him and drove downward with his hooves blind with anger...he rarely hit for he could barely see what he was attacking, the mares were scared silly and they were bunched in a tight circle, foals in the middle....the black tore away and came bristling back, tossing his mahogany visionares he whnned and swivled he heels with a good portion of his weight put into it he grazed the stallions side managing to bring a small line of fresh crimson...
faded glory felt the black attacking and fought back as well as his body would let him, he moved his red pistons with unbelievable force and past experiance, he felt the blacks hooves come pounding down on him..he squeled in anger and suprise and whirled angrily his temper rising over the normal range, he saw nothing but air and suddenly felt the colts hooves graze his flank, he screamed and twirled around shaking his scarlette facade like a lion does his mane, his switch held hight and dignified he refused to be beaten by a youngster...he happened to catch the colt off balance while the black was dashing away to back again, and he fell...faded stood there and screamed victoriously as the colt realized he wasn't dead, got up and tore up the earth in his get away..fadeds red frame was scratched and bloodied up turning it a darker hue, but that phased him none..he whinnied again but this time to the mares, they responded by breaking up and one by one they began grazing unheedingly...they acted as though this thing had happened many times before and he could bet it had, he noticed a honey patched mare, slightly prettier than the others raise her head ever so often as though looking for danger and intruding stallions...
faded had realized this was the lead mare whom he later knew as tally, she was sweet tempered but didn't take any nonsens and would quickly end anything that had to do with violence besides a challenge for lead than she signaled the herd and the made there little circle and waited for the victor to rise forth..they had become used to glory and he would walke through the herd checking each one of them for in case anything was wrong, sometimes he playfully sparred with the young stallions and taught them how to fight, he always felt very unproud and how much he hated violence but when he had fought with the black he had had no choice, the colt was spotted everyonce in a while,.....
one morning glory noticed a few of his mares were gone, there was no scent of another stallion and he puzzled over the struggle marks and the strange imprint on the earth...the herd began waking up and he pushed it to the side of his racing jukebox...
it happened while he was taking turns racing with the young colts and had just lost when a loud bang, cracked over the air, he threw his head up and signaled the herd as did tally and the mares and colts took off in every which direction they could think of. Cowboys. the gunshot came again when he suddenly spotted them, racing full fledge toward him and the band he whirled and chased after tally nipping at her heels making her go faster till she disappeared with the other mares..he turned and like a bullet took off, his masculine frame rippled with effort from his strained limbs and hoove, suddenly a rope whistled throught he air and settled neatly over his neck, he knew from experiance what came next so he stopped before the wretched rope could yank him off his feet..he was caught, but not for long....
they forced him to there little ranch about 40 miles away and he dreaded every moment, he was tied down and a traquilizer was entered into his right flank and everything went black... when he awoke he was in some sort of room with tall brown walls and an opening up front, he lifted his nape over the strange wall and whinnied frantically and a human appeared a fat one with a rough looking face and grin set on his ugly face, glory had thought over the plan more than once and as soon as the man opened the door, glory made a split for it, lobes pinned and ivories bared he forced the man out of his way and leaped the corral fence with ease......
the 40 miles back home were long and stressing but when he arrived he whinnied for his mares to assemble and was glad that no stallion came to meet him. but only 10 mares answered the call and tally was the first he nuzzled her then led his now small band to a new place with the beautiful honey patched tally thundering at his side..........
{this story is by faded glory to not copy and change the names please!}
crimson hued lord galloped swiftly, his red limbs pumped gracefully. Muscles bunched and rippled like waves on the sea as he moved surefootedly through a rocky forde, he seemed to fly over them as his pillars blurred as they moved in unison..
a small herd lay ahead he turned his visionares in there direction..he could use a herd like this. It was nicely sized with about 30 mares...many of different colors and fun ones and playful ones, he watched two colts one roan and the other pitch black rear on ther hindquarters sparring off one to one..he skidded to a stop and stood there watching. They were both strong and obviously practicing for when they would fight for a femme one day. it was very interesting watching them...both of there muscles bunched tight and released death gripping strikes at each others leathal areas... the black lunged and caught the roans throat and threw his head around visiously yanking the poor roan with him wherever he went..suddenly he let go and the roans throat poured welters of blood, and he hit the ground with a sickening cruch...
Faded glory watched the roan 2 year old hit he ground and he realized they hadn't been fighting for practice! but for lead stag, he tossed his nape angrily and reared his muscular hindqaurtars supporting his heavy weight...he screamed his most ear peircing challenge that would send cold shivers up any horses back bones..he lunged forward and dodged around the young colt with perfected skills of a champion, the black only stood there and eyed him daringly..I took that as an answer to my challenge and I lunged rearing and striking with lightning speed the he whirled and kicked hoping to have hit his target he bounded away on winged ivories, white pearls bared and ready, lobes plastard against his nape...he waited for the colts attack...
the colt attacked hoping to surprise the stallion but it didn't work, he leapt away and thought quickly another plan, but he was drenched in sweat from his fight he had just recently fought, but thought nothing of it his black cover moved swiftly to the side of the red stag and he rared above him and drove downward with his hooves blind with anger...he rarely hit for he could barely see what he was attacking, the mares were scared silly and they were bunched in a tight circle, foals in the middle....the black tore away and came bristling back, tossing his mahogany visionares he whnned and swivled he heels with a good portion of his weight put into it he grazed the stallions side managing to bring a small line of fresh crimson...
faded glory felt the black attacking and fought back as well as his body would let him, he moved his red pistons with unbelievable force and past experiance, he felt the blacks hooves come pounding down on him..he squeled in anger and suprise and whirled angrily his temper rising over the normal range, he saw nothing but air and suddenly felt the colts hooves graze his flank, he screamed and twirled around shaking his scarlette facade like a lion does his mane, his switch held hight and dignified he refused to be beaten by a youngster...he happened to catch the colt off balance while the black was dashing away to back again, and he fell...faded stood there and screamed victoriously as the colt realized he wasn't dead, got up and tore up the earth in his get away..fadeds red frame was scratched and bloodied up turning it a darker hue, but that phased him none..he whinnied again but this time to the mares, they responded by breaking up and one by one they began grazing unheedingly...they acted as though this thing had happened many times before and he could bet it had, he noticed a honey patched mare, slightly prettier than the others raise her head ever so often as though looking for danger and intruding stallions...
faded had realized this was the lead mare whom he later knew as tally, she was sweet tempered but didn't take any nonsens and would quickly end anything that had to do with violence besides a challenge for lead than she signaled the herd and the made there little circle and waited for the victor to rise forth..they had become used to glory and he would walke through the herd checking each one of them for in case anything was wrong, sometimes he playfully sparred with the young stallions and taught them how to fight, he always felt very unproud and how much he hated violence but when he had fought with the black he had had no choice, the colt was spotted everyonce in a while,.....
one morning glory noticed a few of his mares were gone, there was no scent of another stallion and he puzzled over the struggle marks and the strange imprint on the earth...the herd began waking up and he pushed it to the side of his racing jukebox...
it happened while he was taking turns racing with the young colts and had just lost when a loud bang, cracked over the air, he threw his head up and signaled the herd as did tally and the mares and colts took off in every which direction they could think of. Cowboys. the gunshot came again when he suddenly spotted them, racing full fledge toward him and the band he whirled and chased after tally nipping at her heels making her go faster till she disappeared with the other mares..he turned and like a bullet took off, his masculine frame rippled with effort from his strained limbs and hoove, suddenly a rope whistled throught he air and settled neatly over his neck, he knew from experiance what came next so he stopped before the wretched rope could yank him off his feet..he was caught, but not for long....
they forced him to there little ranch about 40 miles away and he dreaded every moment, he was tied down and a traquilizer was entered into his right flank and everything went black... when he awoke he was in some sort of room with tall brown walls and an opening up front, he lifted his nape over the strange wall and whinnied frantically and a human appeared a fat one with a rough looking face and grin set on his ugly face, glory had thought over the plan more than once and as soon as the man opened the door, glory made a split for it, lobes pinned and ivories bared he forced the man out of his way and leaped the corral fence with ease......
the 40 miles back home were long and stressing but when he arrived he whinnied for his mares to assemble and was glad that no stallion came to meet him. but only 10 mares answered the call and tally was the first he nuzzled her then led his now small band to a new place with the beautiful honey patched tally thundering at his side..........
{this story is by faded glory to not copy and change the names please!}
