You gallop through the desert, the Indians close on your hooves. They race on their trained horses, whooping and screaming, scaring you into an old canyon. They force you up against the side of the gulley, you try to break free- you can't. They have you surrounded. One of the stronger men, wearing a large feather headdress throws a rope around your neck. Another grabs your face and paints two circles around your eyes, one red, one blue. They attach the rope around you neck to their horses' neck, you plead with the other horse to let you go, but it does not reply. It canters and you are forced to follow it. They lead you to a large, cold, clear river, the banks clustered with large human tepees, mothers and children cheering their husbands and fathers as you are paraded through the village. You thrash your head around, and a group of children start to throw stones. You scream and rear, knocking a cooking pot over. A mother grabs her child, you pin your ears back. The men drag you into a pen, and lock you in.
You are a horse in the wild west! You can be newly captured, or you could have been captured ten years ago. It makes no difference, you are all Indian horses now.
Right, Rules.- I know you don't like them, but we all need them.
1. Follow Tess' rules.
2. No power playing/ god modding.
3. Don't have a relationship between your own characters.
4. Drama and war is encouraged.
5. Please listen to me.
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