Post by s q u e e z i e-People Eater on Sept 18, 2008 17:34:09 GMT -5
Chapter One:
I opened my blue eyes for the very first time. The sun shone in to them brightly, and left pink and green patches in my blurry, new vision. I tried to struggle to my feet, as my mother pushed her meely nose into my golden flank. My small delicate hooves, and my long, gangly legs, were shaky, and stiff. I fell over, and landed on my knees, in the squishy, sun-warmed mud. I scrabbled in the mud, covering my new golden fur in soft brown, sticky earth. This time I managed to take a few steps, and get to my mothers flank. The warm taste of fresh milk filled my taste buds. I wagged my fluffly white tail happilly, as a had my first meal. I looked up at my mother, and gave a little squeel. Shee nickerd back to me, as if telling me off, but her soft brown eyes were full of pride. I winnied in my high pitched, foalish way, and trotted off towards the rest of the heard, tripping over my long, stockinged legs. I stretch my head down to take a nibble of grass, as the other horses were doing, but I found it difficult with no teeth. A couple of yearling colts stood in the long grass, by a large, dusty grey boulder. I winnie to them, ears pricked, my blue eyes shining with curiosity. The largest one, A liver chestnut, pinned his ears back, hate in his dark brown eyes. He squeeled at me, warning me to go away. I put my new, fluffly ears back at him, and did a little rear, only just managing to steady myself, from alling to the ground. He stamped his smokey grey hoof, and beared his teeth. I squeeled at him again, in my high pitched mannor, and trot round the to the other side of the boulder, refusing to get out of his way, and swishing my short, white tail in his face. Then I heard my mother nicker to me, and I pranced back towards the peaceful horses, grazing on the lush green grass. I could see yearlings, playing in the grass, and grazing, but I could not see any other foals, like myself. What I could see though, was a big, tough stallion. He looked just like me in colouration, but instead of my snowy white mane and tail, they were jet black, joined togeather by a thin black line runing down his thick, strong back. I neigh to him, ears pricked, but my mother puts her ears back at him, to warn him off her filly. I Imitate my mother, and pin my ears back at the stallion, and squeel, and stamp my soft pink hoof.
As the year the past, and more foals were born, I grew bigger and stronger. I was by far the strongest out of all 12 foals born. Our heard was a large, consisting of 22 mares, not to metion the number foals born. It was one misty winters day, when the cold, white snow began to fall. It coverd the plains in a thick white blanket. The distant mountans dissapeard in the foggy haze of the morning. I left small deep hoof prints as I canterd cross the smooth, untouched snow. I Skidded to a stop, and took a deep breath of the crisp, cold air. I looked behind my pale gold shoulder, and winnied as I saw the bay filly come catering up towards me. I nipped her mahogany flank as a game. She nipped me back, a little to hard, and I squeeled at her. I had already gained respect of most of the foals, and some of the weaker mares. I galloped off again, my dainty white hooves lightly covering the fluffy white snow. I reared, and winnied to my mother, as she blew on the thick layer of snow, to reach the grass underneath. She looked up, and winnied back, her meely nose coverd in the white snow.
Spring came again, and my golden body grew more lean, and my mucsles buit up, my first birthday appraching rapidly. Life had been good so far, and I was already high in the ranks. It was one hot summer day, just after a downpour of heavy spring rain. I lay in the sun, to dry off. I heard distant neighs, and the thunder of hooves. With it came an odd smell, of smoke, and sweat. I got up, and pricked my ears. I did not like this at all. The horses didn't worry me one bit, but the other, unfarmiliar smell, made my nostrils flare. I rear up, and send an alarming neigh. All the heard looked up. The noises were coming closer. I could hear muffled shouts now, and whips crashing. I shot the heard a warning look, telling them to run. The leader was now visible above the hill. An ugly creature, with a white stick sticking out of his small mouth, that gave off blue-grey smoke. It had a wide rime around its head, and a long, black vine, in which it was beating the Snow flaked chestut's flank. I started to run, my legs working like clockwork. The heard quickly followed suit. As the horses and the strandge creature gained on us, the one on the snow flaked chestnut, singled me out, and hurled a mean looking rope in the air. He thew it at my golden neck, and it flew over my head. It pulled me down, into the cool, wet mud, But the rope was still loose enough to get my mud spatterd head, out of the ever tightning loop. I Scrabled to my aching, feet, now plasterd with wet, sticky mud. I galloped away, in the direstion, and saftey of the disten trees. Out of the corner of my eye, one on the creatures, on a black stallion, hurled a loop at a bay mare, with a meely nose. She let out a terrified, high pitched winnie, as she was pulled down to the churned up ground. I ran on, nothing was in my mind, other than getting as far away as possible. I had left the heard behind me now, and I was heading ever closer to the welcoming safety of the forest. All I could hear was my heart beeat, drumming in my ears, and the sound of my thundering hooves. Finally I reach the trees, and I seek shelter, underneath a large maple tree, its red leaves russling in the slight, warm breeze. I stayed there, until I was sure that the strange creatures, had left, and the distressed and terrified neighs, and snorts had died down. I trotted cautously back towards the heard. I nieghed for my mother, expecting her to come trotting up to me, but she was nowhere to be seen. There was a patch of churned up mud, bronze and black hairs scatterd every where, and deep furrows in the earth, as if a horse had struggled to get free from something. A farmiliar smell surrounded the patch, but it was distant, and I new, that my mother, would never run with the heard again.
Several horses had been taken during the raid. The heard was now down to 16 mares, 8 yearlings, and no stallion. It was a painful loss for the herd and all the other horses were on edge and elert. The worst thing was, is that we were leaderless. No lead stallion, and no lead mare, wich meant we were even more vunerable that ever. I was starting to become more and more respected. I was strong, and reliable, and the makings of a leader..my only hinderance was my age. At only a year old, I could hardly be considerd as lead mare. I wasn't even old enough to bare foal (not that there would be any more foals without any stallion), and I still had my downey fur, and my high pitched foalish neighs. I knew that soon, without a stallion, this herd would soon disapere. At the moment though, all the herd was worrieing about was watching out for any other wranglers. I was still missing my mother, and I neighed for her frequently, but I knew it would do no good. It was about three weeks, after the wranglers when the herd settled again, and the big, black stallion came. The herd was grazing peacfully, seemingly to have forgotten the events of the raid, But I am always alert. I stood at the top of the hill, looking out, when a black figure caught my eye, I turned my head, to see a stallion, wareilly aproaching the herd. He was about 17 hands high, coal black, with white socks on all feet, except for his rear hind left leg, and a star between his eyes, that trickled down his face like white ink and finished in a sharp point aboveone nostril. I flick my ears at him, and slowly walk toward him. He stopped, ears pricked waiting for me come closer. As I got closer to him, I showed him I didn't trust him, by stamping my hoof, and flareing my nostrils. I nickerd to me, ears pricked. I could tell he meant no harm, but I was still warey, espessially after the ordeal with the wranglers. He started to trot toward me. I stayed stock stil, my eary flicking back and fourth. I sniffed him, to get his scent. I could smell other horses on him. Mares, but also a stallion. He had obviously been driven out of his herd. I looked back at the herd, still grazing. I winnied to a small bay yearling, who came trotting over to me and the stallions. She sniffed him, and nipped his nose, and then squealed as he nipped her back. Then she went prancing back to the herd, tail up, as she went to were her mother grazed. I turned back to the stallion, snorted playfully, and the followed the filly back to the herd.
A few days passed, and the herd grazed peacfully, for the first time. The black stallion, had been sticking by the herd lately, but never coming any nearer than 50 yards. I stood at the top of the hill, looking out at the forest. By now, I had gained the respect of all the mares that were left in the herd. I was in charge, and every one knew it. I was about to put my head down, to graze on the rich green grass, when I noticed a black shape walking out of the trees. It was the stallion. I warily walked towards him. He stopped, ears pricked, head held high. I carried on walking towards him, flaring my nostrils, catching his scent.I stopped a few feet away from him, waiting for him to approach me. He came foreward slowly, and stopped sniffing my muzzle. I nipped him on the nose, showing him, that I wouldn't submit to him, and that I was in charge. He squeeled a bit, bit did not with draw, showing me that he wouldn't dominate me, but that he wasn't to be dominated either. So that was what he wanted. He had obviously noticed the absence of a stallion, and had come to see if he could take his place. I snorted, and staped my foot, telling that it wouldn't be that easy.
I opened my blue eyes for the very first time. The sun shone in to them brightly, and left pink and green patches in my blurry, new vision. I tried to struggle to my feet, as my mother pushed her meely nose into my golden flank. My small delicate hooves, and my long, gangly legs, were shaky, and stiff. I fell over, and landed on my knees, in the squishy, sun-warmed mud. I scrabbled in the mud, covering my new golden fur in soft brown, sticky earth. This time I managed to take a few steps, and get to my mothers flank. The warm taste of fresh milk filled my taste buds. I wagged my fluffly white tail happilly, as a had my first meal. I looked up at my mother, and gave a little squeel. Shee nickerd back to me, as if telling me off, but her soft brown eyes were full of pride. I winnied in my high pitched, foalish way, and trotted off towards the rest of the heard, tripping over my long, stockinged legs. I stretch my head down to take a nibble of grass, as the other horses were doing, but I found it difficult with no teeth. A couple of yearling colts stood in the long grass, by a large, dusty grey boulder. I winnie to them, ears pricked, my blue eyes shining with curiosity. The largest one, A liver chestnut, pinned his ears back, hate in his dark brown eyes. He squeeled at me, warning me to go away. I put my new, fluffly ears back at him, and did a little rear, only just managing to steady myself, from alling to the ground. He stamped his smokey grey hoof, and beared his teeth. I squeeled at him again, in my high pitched mannor, and trot round the to the other side of the boulder, refusing to get out of his way, and swishing my short, white tail in his face. Then I heard my mother nicker to me, and I pranced back towards the peaceful horses, grazing on the lush green grass. I could see yearlings, playing in the grass, and grazing, but I could not see any other foals, like myself. What I could see though, was a big, tough stallion. He looked just like me in colouration, but instead of my snowy white mane and tail, they were jet black, joined togeather by a thin black line runing down his thick, strong back. I neigh to him, ears pricked, but my mother puts her ears back at him, to warn him off her filly. I Imitate my mother, and pin my ears back at the stallion, and squeel, and stamp my soft pink hoof.
As the year the past, and more foals were born, I grew bigger and stronger. I was by far the strongest out of all 12 foals born. Our heard was a large, consisting of 22 mares, not to metion the number foals born. It was one misty winters day, when the cold, white snow began to fall. It coverd the plains in a thick white blanket. The distant mountans dissapeard in the foggy haze of the morning. I left small deep hoof prints as I canterd cross the smooth, untouched snow. I Skidded to a stop, and took a deep breath of the crisp, cold air. I looked behind my pale gold shoulder, and winnied as I saw the bay filly come catering up towards me. I nipped her mahogany flank as a game. She nipped me back, a little to hard, and I squeeled at her. I had already gained respect of most of the foals, and some of the weaker mares. I galloped off again, my dainty white hooves lightly covering the fluffy white snow. I reared, and winnied to my mother, as she blew on the thick layer of snow, to reach the grass underneath. She looked up, and winnied back, her meely nose coverd in the white snow.
Spring came again, and my golden body grew more lean, and my mucsles buit up, my first birthday appraching rapidly. Life had been good so far, and I was already high in the ranks. It was one hot summer day, just after a downpour of heavy spring rain. I lay in the sun, to dry off. I heard distant neighs, and the thunder of hooves. With it came an odd smell, of smoke, and sweat. I got up, and pricked my ears. I did not like this at all. The horses didn't worry me one bit, but the other, unfarmiliar smell, made my nostrils flare. I rear up, and send an alarming neigh. All the heard looked up. The noises were coming closer. I could hear muffled shouts now, and whips crashing. I shot the heard a warning look, telling them to run. The leader was now visible above the hill. An ugly creature, with a white stick sticking out of his small mouth, that gave off blue-grey smoke. It had a wide rime around its head, and a long, black vine, in which it was beating the Snow flaked chestut's flank. I started to run, my legs working like clockwork. The heard quickly followed suit. As the horses and the strandge creature gained on us, the one on the snow flaked chestnut, singled me out, and hurled a mean looking rope in the air. He thew it at my golden neck, and it flew over my head. It pulled me down, into the cool, wet mud, But the rope was still loose enough to get my mud spatterd head, out of the ever tightning loop. I Scrabled to my aching, feet, now plasterd with wet, sticky mud. I galloped away, in the direstion, and saftey of the disten trees. Out of the corner of my eye, one on the creatures, on a black stallion, hurled a loop at a bay mare, with a meely nose. She let out a terrified, high pitched winnie, as she was pulled down to the churned up ground. I ran on, nothing was in my mind, other than getting as far away as possible. I had left the heard behind me now, and I was heading ever closer to the welcoming safety of the forest. All I could hear was my heart beeat, drumming in my ears, and the sound of my thundering hooves. Finally I reach the trees, and I seek shelter, underneath a large maple tree, its red leaves russling in the slight, warm breeze. I stayed there, until I was sure that the strange creatures, had left, and the distressed and terrified neighs, and snorts had died down. I trotted cautously back towards the heard. I nieghed for my mother, expecting her to come trotting up to me, but she was nowhere to be seen. There was a patch of churned up mud, bronze and black hairs scatterd every where, and deep furrows in the earth, as if a horse had struggled to get free from something. A farmiliar smell surrounded the patch, but it was distant, and I new, that my mother, would never run with the heard again.
Several horses had been taken during the raid. The heard was now down to 16 mares, 8 yearlings, and no stallion. It was a painful loss for the herd and all the other horses were on edge and elert. The worst thing was, is that we were leaderless. No lead stallion, and no lead mare, wich meant we were even more vunerable that ever. I was starting to become more and more respected. I was strong, and reliable, and the makings of a leader..my only hinderance was my age. At only a year old, I could hardly be considerd as lead mare. I wasn't even old enough to bare foal (not that there would be any more foals without any stallion), and I still had my downey fur, and my high pitched foalish neighs. I knew that soon, without a stallion, this herd would soon disapere. At the moment though, all the herd was worrieing about was watching out for any other wranglers. I was still missing my mother, and I neighed for her frequently, but I knew it would do no good. It was about three weeks, after the wranglers when the herd settled again, and the big, black stallion came. The herd was grazing peacfully, seemingly to have forgotten the events of the raid, But I am always alert. I stood at the top of the hill, looking out, when a black figure caught my eye, I turned my head, to see a stallion, wareilly aproaching the herd. He was about 17 hands high, coal black, with white socks on all feet, except for his rear hind left leg, and a star between his eyes, that trickled down his face like white ink and finished in a sharp point aboveone nostril. I flick my ears at him, and slowly walk toward him. He stopped, ears pricked waiting for me come closer. As I got closer to him, I showed him I didn't trust him, by stamping my hoof, and flareing my nostrils. I nickerd to me, ears pricked. I could tell he meant no harm, but I was still warey, espessially after the ordeal with the wranglers. He started to trot toward me. I stayed stock stil, my eary flicking back and fourth. I sniffed him, to get his scent. I could smell other horses on him. Mares, but also a stallion. He had obviously been driven out of his herd. I looked back at the herd, still grazing. I winnied to a small bay yearling, who came trotting over to me and the stallions. She sniffed him, and nipped his nose, and then squealed as he nipped her back. Then she went prancing back to the herd, tail up, as she went to were her mother grazed. I turned back to the stallion, snorted playfully, and the followed the filly back to the herd.
A few days passed, and the herd grazed peacfully, for the first time. The black stallion, had been sticking by the herd lately, but never coming any nearer than 50 yards. I stood at the top of the hill, looking out at the forest. By now, I had gained the respect of all the mares that were left in the herd. I was in charge, and every one knew it. I was about to put my head down, to graze on the rich green grass, when I noticed a black shape walking out of the trees. It was the stallion. I warily walked towards him. He stopped, ears pricked, head held high. I carried on walking towards him, flaring my nostrils, catching his scent.I stopped a few feet away from him, waiting for him to approach me. He came foreward slowly, and stopped sniffing my muzzle. I nipped him on the nose, showing him, that I wouldn't submit to him, and that I was in charge. He squeeled a bit, bit did not with draw, showing me that he wouldn't dominate me, but that he wasn't to be dominated either. So that was what he wanted. He had obviously noticed the absence of a stallion, and had come to see if he could take his place. I snorted, and staped my foot, telling that it wouldn't be that easy.