[i]ntruders

[Forte]

The purple light of dusk blurred the line between fantasy and reality, casting an uneartly mask over everything it touched. Harvey lifted his head, alert and almost nervous as he waded through the grass that brushed against his knees and the tips of Jem's boots. This was not welcome territory for a tame stallion, and the buckskin knew it, and wanted with every fibre of his being to rid himself of the place. But Jem's urgings kept him going, obedient as always, and he simply made his way as quickly as possible through the land. It was an uneasy passage on his part, but his stolid nature was not easily shifted by a simple feeling in the air. Nonetheless, he knew instinctively that they should not be here, in a land where a large herd obviously walked daily. Even now, the scent of other horses hung heavy and pungent in the air.

Suddenly, a partridge burst into the air right under his nose. The feathers brushed him violently in passage, and strung up already, he couldn't help but spook, shying hard away from the feathered creature, with a shouthed "Woah!" from Jem, who didn't expect such behavior from the usually bombproof Harvey and hadn't been prepared for the sudden motion. But Harvey didn't stop there, and launched into a series of crowhopping bucks that sent Jem right into his mane, and hard. The rider was knocked out almost instantly, and Harvey stopped short as he felt the load on his back go limp. Jem hung half out of the saddle now, and Harvey's split reins fell across and over his neck. He stood there for a second, stunned, nudging Jem's limp hand with a questing nose, images of battle flashing through his head.

He thought Jem must be dead, like so many men he had seen - but he was wrong, for the man was still breathing. Still, he didn't know what to do, and stood there, shivering and frightened like a kitten, nervous of the mustangs he knew must be close.

[shifujin]

Spirit was lurking, just amoung the trees, waiting to attack the intruder. He saw Harvey buck his rider off. The mustang watched the two-legged as it lay limp. Spirit then raced from the woods, rearing at the unfamiliar horse that had brought this creature here. His neighed was loud, almost like a battlecry. He remembered the fight with the cougar, saving the twin foals that day one was almost killed. This time, his whole herd needed him and he was planning on keeping it safe.

Quickly, the mustang bucked at the tame horse before neighing and galloping off. He found his herd and reared, neighing for them to run. As they did so, he followed, making sure they got to safety before they left his sight. He galloped behind him, trying not to get ahead of the herd, since he had found his new speed was faster than anyone in the herd. He neighed for his mother to lead the herd the rest of the way. He then skidded to a halt, and waiting for the rider to come over the hill to lead them off track of his loyal herd.

[[esperanza]]

{Fujin, you need to tone down the powerplaying. The herd members are made up of different RPers, I myself play Spirit's mom, so you can't just say what they are doing. Also, last I remember, we were waiting for a reply in the other thread.}

[shifujin]

[Okay, when I first joined, you told ME that if a post is not replied to for two weeks, the people that were Role Playing in that thread could post somewhere else. It's been about a month that I've waited.]