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Post by ~*Snowstar*~ on Oct 31, 2006 22:38:30 GMT -5
 
Wildfire galloped around the pen that enclosed him. He reared and bucked and kicked but the men just taughted him more. They hated the fact that he was not full blood but half and half. He was strong but most thought ugly. He had fallen in love with a beautifull mare and they had become mates but when the foal was born they killed it and took her away. He neighed loudly galloping back and forth calling to her but she was gone. He looked around hopless his life was going away. He was first broke for a little girl but she had soon grown sick and passed on then he was scent here and they tried to force him on mares. But he didn't have the heart. So they taughted him with stick and loud noises. He stoped in the middle of the pen his head lowered in deafet. What what should a torn soul do? |
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Post by sargent123 on Nov 1, 2006 18:08:07 GMT -5
Flicka was brought in fresh off the range....she was what they called a loco horse but they just wanted 2 torture her...they put her in with the stallion and let her run around....Flicka kept running in circles until they brought a stag 2 her i froze with fear.....the men laughed
"Stallion (u snowy) breed her and u'll b left alone or else we'll use this big guy on her....
I was only 3 and didn't know much about this I kept running head on into the fence.
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Post by ~*Snowstar*~ on Nov 1, 2006 19:09:59 GMT -5
Wildfire snorted and galloped at the men hitting one with his jaw in warning. He blocked the gate so they couldn't bother the poor mare.
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Post by sargent123 on Nov 2, 2006 17:16:06 GMT -5
Flicka was young but trusted this stag and ran to him dragging the men with her but the stallion went 2 Flicka he was a heavy stag part draft horse...Flick jumped out of his way knowing she could not support the stag's weight.
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Post by ~*Snowstar*~ on Nov 3, 2006 8:33:55 GMT -5
WildFire reared up next to her and kicked one of the men away. He screamed at the last and kicked missing his head porpously and made him run. He then wheeled and galloped up to the gate slaming down on it so they couldn't get the poor mare out. No mater how hard they tried to budge him.
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Post by sargent123 on Nov 3, 2006 19:03:45 GMT -5
Flicka stayed in a corner frightened but the stallion came lunging at her with his teeth making her move by pushing her away quickly and driving her to a chute.
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Post by ~*Snowstar*~ on Nov 3, 2006 19:32:25 GMT -5
((No he didn't.))
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Post by sargent123 on Nov 3, 2006 19:38:44 GMT -5
(no offense but I'm using the stallion that I randomly made up I didn't make a bio for him b/c he's bein' used once...no offense 2 u)I felt myself being shoved into the gate but I fought hard going under the stag who bit down hard on my back making me fall.
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Post by ~*Snowstar*~ on Nov 3, 2006 19:45:44 GMT -5
((Sorry I thought you ment my stallion.))
WildFire snorted and bolted. He reared up about 30 ft from the stallion and let out his challange. His call brought silence amoung the place all looked at the stallion as he set down. Nostrils flared in anger as he awaited the stallions reply. No matter what he did he was going to have a fight for hurting a mare.
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Post by sargent123 on Nov 3, 2006 19:55:07 GMT -5
The stag answered the call readily he was at least 18.3 hh and strong so he had no trouble at all with the so called WildFire....Flicka got up quickly and had ropes put on her....I bucked and thrashed around breaking some of the ropes that held me
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Post by ~*Snowstar*~ on Nov 7, 2006 19:15:29 GMT -5
Wildfire watched the stallion. He didn't care if the stallion was bigger h snorted and reared up flinging his hooves at the air then set down waiting for thes stallion to make the first move.
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Post by sargent123 on Nov 8, 2006 16:53:08 GMT -5
The stag began charging full speed at the young and small puny stallion and kicked him hard with his massive daggers.
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Post by ~*Snowstar*~ on Nov 9, 2006 21:06:43 GMT -5
WildFire smirked and doged aside feeling the massive stallions hooves skim his shoulder he reacted by turning swiftly and giveing a kick at the stallions flank and raking his teeth close to the stallions throat.
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Post by sargent123 on Nov 10, 2006 16:05:54 GMT -5
The stag reared up high and went to Flicka and went 2 mount her but Flicka collapsed before he coult breed her...he got mad and kicked at her sending her flying into the air and into the barn with a horrid cracking of bone against metal....he left satisfied that he did some damage....the men left her.
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Post by ~*Snowstar*~ on Nov 11, 2006 8:47:29 GMT -5
Wild Fire felt rage slip through him. He charge and slashed a large gash into the stallions throat and hung on. Not letting go but ripping harder and harder hoping to kill the stallion for causing the mare so much pain.
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