*Credit to the original photographer of all pictures.*
- It is the year 1925 and you live in the Grand Tetons in Wyoming. You have been here all or most of your life and love it. There are 300,000 acres to roam free and take advantage of that and travel as much as you can. Well, as much as you could.. after the humans came that changed quite a bit.
It was a cool autumn afternoon in the Grand Tetons, the sun was going down and the moon was slowly rising. An older, brown paint stallion stood in the middle of the meadow, surrounded by the colonies of herds and families, grazing at what was left of the green grass. He listened to the sound of the wind; no birds were chirping and no other woodland creatures were being as active as they always were. Instead of the usual noises he heard, he heard something different. Something that was definitely not meant to be there. Raising his head gently, he looked back at the forest where the noises were coming from. Then, in the distance he saw them.. the humans. But the humans were ready for a battle; they came with 4 metal monsters {cars} and large metal and wood sticks in each of their hands. The stallion reared up, letting out a loud and hateful whinny to the herds around him, telling them all to run and to not look back. As he turned, and galloped off towards the forest where the horses had ran off into, he could hear the human's snickers as loud booming sounds followed them.
After what felt like days.. weeks, the humans stopped. The snickering, the gun shots and the loud noises that the metal monsters let off were all gone. All of the horses were exhausted and the foals were only horse-lengths more of running before they would collapse and the stallion himself felt as if we would as well. Looking back over at the herds, he saw that they had lost almost half of the horse population that once stood with him at the other side of the mountains. But what the stallion didn't know, and feared was that it would never be the same again. The stallions began fighting over every last mare and foal that roamed this new land and those mares and foals were scared for their lives, already losing their stallions, foals and herds.
The horses wouldn't be seeing their old homeland for quite a long time and by the looks of it, that time would not be spent pleasantly.
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I guess this is needed since everyone likes to steal things from my RP;
The plot was thought of and made by me, don't steal it.
The land, season and weather page was designed and made by me, don't steal it.
The rules were made by me, don't steal them.
The herds page was made and designed by me, don't steal it.
The member's page was made and designed by me, don't steal it.
The form was made by me, don't steal it.
Think that you will get away with stealing /anything/ from my RP? Think again.
I will catch you and I will report you. Thanks.(:
I guess this is needed since everyone likes to steal things from my RP;
The plot was thought of and made by me, don't steal it.
The land, season and weather page was designed and made by me, don't steal it.
The rules were made by me, don't steal them.
The herds page was made and designed by me, don't steal it.
The member's page was made and designed by me, don't steal it.
The form was made by me, don't steal it.
Think that you will get away with stealing /anything/ from my RP? Think again.
I will catch you and I will report you. Thanks.(: