T H E . U N T O L D . S T O R Y|wILD hORSE|nEEDS sTALLIONS

[Re b e l]

Stary Night-
I whinny in rage at him "How dare you hit me" I spin around and kick out at the stallions neck and head

[doncaster.]

Celtic took the blows, regaining himself as quickly as he could, remembering the horrible methods his father had used and used them himself. He rounded on the mare, digging his sharp teeth into her neck with an extremely tight grip. "Soul isn't fat, she just isn't a bony little runt like you" he growled around his grip.

[Msshardy]

((We forgot about that stuff with Soul, yah?))

Beau

Beau's ears flicked at a whinny. He jerked his head toward the sound, seeing two mares and a stallion. He glanced at his mares, slightly telling them to stay close but a safe distance away. They were going to see what the comotion was all about. Beau started trotting, quickly at first, then slowing, showing the black stallion he meant no harm and did not want the mares, he was just curious as to what was going on. He came to a walk about thirty feet away from them. He signaled Whisper and Heart could graze if they wished, that he would keep watch.

[< 3 H o r s e]

Nakita stared down in horror, "No more!" She yelled and reared up, her coat glimmered in the light. As she galloped down, she was nothing but a blur "Cut it out! both of you!" She nipped both stallion and mare and rammed them away from each other ready to kick both. "Dont even think about it!" She threatened both. She looked to the mare who was being rude and arrogont. "This mare has done nothing to deserve! what you are saying to her!" She flattened her ears then felt angered with herself for butting in, but she did not want to see either horses hurt.

[doncaster.]

Celtic flicked his ears, hearing Beau and another mare and realized he must look like some sort of monster, exactly what he didn't want to be. He released the mare and stared at the ground. He had lost control and injured another horse. He was angry with himself and he turned to canter past Soul and down to a creek.

[< 3 H o r s e]

Nakita sighed and watched the stallion gallop off then turned her attention back to the awful mare. "Why?! why would you do such a thing?!" She snorted the looked at the mares woun and sighed, "Look your hurt, you need to go away.. before anyone gets hurt even more" She said with a warm tone but a threat in it.

[doncaster.]

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The black stallion stopped at the small river, his ears still back against his skull, his eyes wild and his nostrils flaring. Once again he had lost control and injured another horse. But he had to defend Soul, he felt he needed to, but why? She wasn't his mare or anything. The stallion grew angrier at himself.

[< 3 H o r s e]

Nakita looked to the mare and sighed. She then loooked to the mare (Soul) and nudged her away towards the stallion who took off. She hit the ground at a canter, her white coat glimmered in the light as she reached the stallion she stood about 2m from him and watched him

(GTG)

[mindless.]

Soul had laughed eveey time the word fat was yelled at her. It was patheric. Like a fight among foals. Dark eyes watched Xelric as eveeything happened and watched him go. The mare felt...bad...for him? What has gotten into her? The scarred foery mare turned and followed him after a few.moments, casting Beau a glance. A furiois snort ant Star and she was gone. That snotty attention desperate show would probably get into the stallion's herd. Hopefully then the stallion moved to Cananda. Soul appeoached Celtic carefully. He seemed really mad at something. The mare reached out and nickered quietly, nosing his cheek. She quietly flicked her tail and looked at him with concerned dark eyes, the usual burning in them subsided.

[Msshardy]

Beau

Beau figured the drama was over and he didn't want to be near another stallion any longer. He turned, jerking his head to show his pretty mares to step back a dozen or so feet. He glanced back at the one mare, the name-caller. He snorted. He wanted no mare like that in his herd. He whinnied at her, then pawed the ground, showing her she was not welcome.