Thundering Hoofs!! Open!!

[TheScamperPony]

Chevy watched her go.

[Steffi.]

((Here it is: Click If there's any issues, lemme know.))

Chance sped up as she galloped to the no-man's-land. She smiled when she arrived into a large clearing.

[TheScamperPony]

Torent reared in front of the mare. "Get out!" he was not in a good mood today. Anyone in his territory would pay. He was not interested in this mare at all, and he wanted her gone. "I said out!" blocking the long path through his territory to no-man's land. He landed right in front of her pushing her away. His ears weer back and his teeth bared.

[Steffi.]

Chance made a low shrieking noise and shot passed him. "I'm not ON your land, you knuckle head." she snapped, frustrated that he was being so rude.

[TheScamperPony]

Torent laughed. "I claimed most of the no-mans land years ago!" he shoved her in the other direction, pushing her hard. "Leave!"

[Steffi.]

She made herself as big as she could. She was still tiny compaired to the stally, though. "I want to go past." she snapped at him.

[TheScamperPony]

"Find another way!" He shrieked, rearing up and coming down on her.

((Oh dear, Torent, oh dear.))

[Steffi.]

She shrieked and slipped out fromunder him, one of the useful things of being tiny. She shook her head. "You can't claim no-man's-land! It's there for a reason." she yelled, angry at this stallion, but not scared. Chance didn't get scared.

[TheScamperPony]

Knocking her to the ground, Torent kicked her in the stomach. He help her to the ground.

Chevy hear commotion. He lazily walked over to what he saw and pushed his brother aside. "Could you leave the poor mare alone?" he said irritated. Torrent's ears went back. "Why are you here?"

"Because your tourchering a mare and claiming land that isn't yours, little brother." Chevy said, trying to help the mare up.

"Why don't you just mind your own business!" Torent screamed.

"Because when Mom died, she left me in charge of you. I don't care how old you get, I'll still watch you, whether that be watch over you, or watch myself correct you." Chevy said evenly. He was bigger than his brother, standing at 19 hands. He weighed 2,300 pounds and was a Thoroughbred-Shire-Quarter horse-Percheron. He had the head of a Quarter Horse, the energy and spirit of a Thoroughbred, and bulk of a Shire, and the size of a Percheron. He stood with his head held high as he always did, majestic and proud.

Compared to his brother, Torent thought himself as nothing. He was Thoroughbred-Mustang, his father was different than Cevy's. "Well, just leave me alone!" Torent shrieked, cantering away.

Chevy's genial blue eyes seemed to want to mend every wound the mare had gotten. "Are you okay?"

[Steffi.]

"Fine." she said. "I couldv'e taken him..." she mumbled as she walked into the field. "I suppose I should say 'Thanks'." she said, turning to him.