My Destiny Awaits...(Forte!)

[Spitz]

The stallion breathed heavily as he reached the plains near the camp "never...will I...gallop...from there...to here...again" he breathed. Sweat was all over his body as he took some steps forward, he saw that two of his horseshoes had been lost on the way and the other two were loose. He lifted his ebony leg and kicked a nearby tree several times before a horseshoe fell heavily to the ground and he did the same with his other leg until the last horseshoe fell onto the ground.

He heaved his body to the shade of a large oak tree and felt a little dizzy but his sight became clearer in a few seconds. He watched around "I wonder where the two-legs are" he said lifting his ebony head and watching the horizon, hoping to see a person. His lips slowly parted and a loud whinny escaped from them before the stallion lowered his head and bit at the tops of the grass, feeling the cold, fresh grass on his tongue refreshed him and he raised his head once more.

Out of the corner of his chocolate eyes he saw a little speck of blue and immediately turned his head toward it. "water?" the Friesian questioned himself and stepped forward and then quickened his pace into a little trot. As he reached the water his mane was the first thing to ripple its surface, shortly followed by his muzzle and the icy water filled his mouth. He drunk the water happily and then lifted his head, water dripping from the tips of his mane and chin. He finally saw a little dot on the horizon, a dot which the stallion knew at once was a human.

He lifted his head in triumph and let out a very loud neigh which carried through the wind. He remembered his owner and smiled but knew it wasn't her as she had gone and left him forever "it wasn't her fault, Floyd" he told himself and remembered when she had stroked him and then remembered his very first owner, stroking his ebony head and saying that little word which made him what he is today 'Floyd'. Floyd watched and chuckled your on to owner 3 Floyd he thought and shook his damp mane in delight of going to have a new stable to be in at nights.

[Forte!]

The pick-up rattled onto the camp with roughly the speed of an old man, occasionally popping loudly as it traversed the rough ground. There was a brief shudder as it stopped, and out of the drivers seat hopped a young girl, around the age of sixteen, her brown hair pulled back into a cascading ponytail that fell at her mid-back. Just as the door was about to slam, a golden bolt thrust through it and landed at her side, barking. The girl grinned as she watched the dog cavort, looking back at the truck wistfully. It was covered in mud from traversing the wet road, not improving it's already-rusty appearance.

"Bandit, sit," she said, looking at the dog, who was spinning around it circles. He looked up and immediately plopped down, staring at her with innocent brown eyes. Grace grinned and patted his head lovingly, "okay, you can go and play or whatever." Truth be told, Grace didn't know exactly what she was doing at the wrangler's camp. Perhaps it was because of her brother, Rory, who had been raving about how beautiful it was out here since he had come home. Bandit shot off across the landscape, stopping when he came to the two horse shoes lying at the base of the tree.

"What's the matter, buddy?" Grace called, seeing the flash of metal as the sun poked out from a fine veil of clouds. She jogged over, looking down at the horse shoes carefully. "What are these doing here?" she asked, looking at the dog, who at that moment barked and looked at the distant lake. A black splotch, looking rather small from this distance, appeared to be drinking the water. Grace gasped. A wild horse, perchance? But, no, she could see the hoof prints here. Had this horse escaped?

She heard the whinny, and Bandit barked again, dancing around on the grass out of excitement. Despite being well trained, the dog was rather young, and the sight of a horse out here was strange to him. Grace walked towards Floyd, soon getting to where she could see him better. "Hey there, big guy. What are you doing all the way out here, and all alone?" She had a feeling that this horse was tame, or at least had been tame at some point.

[Spitz]

Floyd pricked his ears up immediately as a sound of a bark reached him. Floyd couldn't of been happier in his life to hear this dog as he knew that a human must be near this is it he thought and stood up tall and ready for a human to come out of no where. He heard a voice, not a harsh voice but a very soft one and he then heard the dog again "shut it" he hissed at the dog but turned his ebony neck.

He looked at the girl that was standing near and then looked at the dog briefly before returning his glance back to her. She certainly looked nice, a little young maybe but nice. Floyd tossed his head and neighed softly at her words "please don't be like some" he whispered as he knew that some was nice at first but then they were mean when you caught them and didn't know how to ride a horse.

He took a step toward her and the mongrel of a dog and stepped closer, with every step he got more and more tense, he shuddered as the cold, autumn wind ruffled his mane and flicked his tail. It wasn't long until he was about a meter away from the girl and he stopped. "please, take me into a warm stable, show me and care for me and please, please, please get this stone out of my hoof" he said but knew the human didn't know what he was saying.

Floyd did wonder what her ranch was like and if she owned any other horses maybe a mare he thought and smiled. He felt no fear anymore and lowered his head a little and slowly leaned forward. He nuzzled her very lightly indeed on her arm and quickly pulled his head away "what do you think you are doing Floyd, your wild" he said and stamped his hoof lightly but then relaxed again and sighed.