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Post by horseluva on Sept 5, 2006 18:25:57 GMT -5
Raven waited under blooming apple tree. She gazed up into the flowering tree. A breeze brought through the branches dislodge some snow white blossoms. They fell into her man and tail, making her seem like a fairy.
((PS! This is for horseshoe6409))
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Post by horseshoe6490 on Sept 5, 2006 19:00:20 GMT -5
Tucker noticed the mare near the tree and galloped over, a man on his back holding a rope in his hand
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Post by horseluva on Sept 5, 2006 19:06:13 GMT -5
Raven looked up from cropping grass when she heard the thundering hooves of a horse. She quickly looked him over, and saw the man on the stag's back. With a snort, Raven bolted away, 'er fine muscles taking 'er quickly.
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Post by horseshoe6490 on Sept 5, 2006 19:09:58 GMT -5
Tucker bolted after her, his hooves tearing up tufts of grass with each great stride. He reached her quickly, though she was tough to keep up with. He hadn't had to work this hard in a while and though he was in top condition, he really had to focus on catching up. The rider threw the rope, hoping for it to land neatly over her neck
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Post by horseluva on Sept 5, 2006 19:13:26 GMT -5
Raven's muscle were slowly declining from their peak, and 'er coat was becoming wet with sweat. She watched with fear, 'er mind stuck in the thought of keep going forward, as the snake swirled toward 'er neck. She lengthed 'er stride to try to get away from it, but that did nay to help 'er.
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Post by horseshoe6490 on Sept 5, 2006 19:17:40 GMT -5
A smirk appeared on Tucker's maw at the rope landed around her neck. He stopped suddenly, pulling the rope taught
((sry...im not very good at advanced rp))
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Post by horseluva on Sept 5, 2006 19:20:56 GMT -5
((that's okay...i'm not that good either, I need to find the def. list again...))
Raven was jerked bacwards when he stopped suddenly, and she squealed out of fear. She quickly scrambeled up from the ground, her sweaty bay coat dusted in dirt from the ground. She side-passed as far away from them as she could, trembeling in fear.
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Post by horseshoe6490 on Sept 5, 2006 19:24:02 GMT -5
((lol))
"Scared mare? Good." Tucker circled her, a evil look in his eye. He turned on his hind legs and walked slowly towards the Ranch. Hoping she wouldn't fight much
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Post by horseluva on Sept 5, 2006 19:27:38 GMT -5
Raven jumped backwards, practically shooting out of her skin, when he hissed in her face. She felt herself turn could when he faced her, and she cried out shrilly. "No!" She whinnied shrilly, pulling back against him and the man.
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Post by horseshoe6490 on Sept 5, 2006 19:29:32 GMT -5
Tucker grunted when she pulled back, the wind being knocked out of him. He quickly regained his breath and pulled back against her. "Don't fight it mare, you'll only get hurt more"
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Post by horseluva on Sept 5, 2006 19:34:01 GMT -5
Raven's hooves were pulled forward slowly when he pulled back against her. She jumped up soon, and pinned her auds back at him. Raven glanced at him through white rimmed eyes, and she stayed far away from him, a slight pressure of her pulling back against him slightly. "How? she hissed back at him.
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Post by horseshoe6490 on Sept 5, 2006 19:36:53 GMT -5
"Depends" he hissed, kicking out at her
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Post by horseluva on Sept 5, 2006 19:40:11 GMT -5
Raven winced as his hooves connected with her rump, and her knees buckled slightly from the sudden pain. She swung around, biting at him and the man.
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Post by horseshoe6490 on Sept 5, 2006 19:45:54 GMT -5
Tucker flinched when her teeth made connection with his flesh and he spun around, kicking at her again. "You can make this easy or hard, what's it gonna be mare?!" Tucker screamed at her
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Post by horseluva on Sept 5, 2006 19:50:09 GMT -5
Raven cried out when he kicked her again, her nerves were jumbled, like any horses' nerves would be. She hung her head down low, her bay coat bleeding in ine spot where his hooves had sliced her flesh. She stayed from them, little resistance left in her body. This was the end of the line, and she new it. This was her march from freedom, to captivaty.
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