Post by Spirit Admin on May 8, 2008 18:34:36 GMT -5
A young stallion was born 'pon the lands, born a buckskin, to a palomino mother. He grew up and took over the harem which his farther ruled. Not long ago, a young mustang stallion was taken from his homeland, wrangled by the greedy hands of man. He juoruneyed for days, fighting the men every step of the way. They traveled for days before the large walls of a human camp loomed above him. Many soilders gathered around the corrals, some coming to watch, others to try and break the mustang on their own. They each failed miserably. The colonel ordered the mustang to be tired to a post for three days without food or water. During the first day, an indian boy was brought in. The stud learned his name to be Little Creek. The same judgement was passed for the indian, though there was not time limit as to how long he was going to have to stay there. So the three days passed and colonel ordered the mustang to be saddled, he got on and sent the mustang for a ride. In the end, they thought that the mustang was broke. With one last attempt the stud reared over backwards, crashing the fence and sending the colonel flying off. Together the mustang and Little Creek escaped and headed off towards his homeland once more, but before he could get very far, a paint mare came dancing along beside him. Little Creek lept to her back and two ropes were thrown around his neck.
The stud was kept in a corral at the indian village. Where Little Creek would try and ride him. But when he finally drove the indian through a fence, causing the paint mare to charge him, was when Little Creek tied him to her, which he found her name to be Rain. When the gait opened the mustang tried to bolt to freedom but the paint mare tricked him by rapping the rope around his legs and tripping him. So the stud learned about the ways in which she lived. Meeting many of the other horses tha tlive in the village. As the summer wore away to autumn, Little Creek would not give up on trying to ride the mustang. Though the mustang had become good friends with him, he still would not let him ride. So on one day, Little Creek set the stud free. Hesitating a momen the stud took off up the slope, coming to stand beside Rain. He eagerly asked her to go with him, to join his herd, knowning that she was torn between her love for him and her love for Little Creek. But she didn't have long to ponder 'pon it. The army from which Little Creek and the mustang had escaped from came from no where and began an attack on the indian village.
Rain being loyal to Little Creek charged into the battle with the mustang close on her heels. But with another horse barreling him over he lost her for a few short moments as she charged after the colonel. Only when she had come in a fair distance to him did he point a gun at her. Rearing to keep Little Creek from danger, rain took the bulliet and fell into the river. The colonel aimed at Little Creek but the mustang ran into his horse, causing the young horse to rear, through the colonel off backwards, the muzzle of the gun cloggin with soggy mud. Without hesitating the young stud took off after Rain as she moved swiftly down the river. Taking a few strides ahead of her, he lept into the fast moving river, swiming hard up stream to catch her just before she broke below the surface. Hoisting her onto his back he tried desperatly to swin up stream but the current was to strong, pulling bot him and Rain over the edge of the long waterfall. Stumbling up from the water the mustang was a bit disorientated. But the scence came back to him and he looked madly around for Rain, only to find her form at the edge of the pool, laying there.
Scrambling over to her the stud found her still alive, but the wound in her shoulder was bad. Pushing her nose from the water where she could breath better, the stud layed down beside her, staying with her all night. Early the next morning, the mustang heard sounds of humans coming. He warned them but felt the ropes close around his neck. He called out desperatly out to Rain, but she merely whinnied back before dropped her head back from exsaughstion. Giving one last look at the young mare, the stud turned without a fight and followed the soilders silently with his head low to the ground. Stud found himself amoung many other horses as a human led him up a long ramp into a trailer car. He looked 'pon horses that he had met long ago at the indian camp, but turned away, to depressed to do anything. As the train began to roll away, winter began to settle across the lands. The snow began to fall, growing harder and harder as it they moved farther to the north. As the stud looked out between the rails of the car, he could swear he could see his mother and herd running out through the distance. He called out to them several times, calling them back to him, but the reply he got was not we're coming. Follow your heart, and remember who you are... Stud looked out through the rails once more to see the herd had vanished. He shook his crown for a moment, wondering what that ment, then looked at his friends across the car, and realized he had to help them, no matter what.
When they arrived the mustang was back to his normal spirit, though he did allow them to lead him off and tie him up with the rest of the horses, watching what the humans were doing. After several explosions, there was no hole in the mountain. So they hitched each horse up to the large train engine, and began to pull it across the mountain. Only after they had cleared the secound mountain did the stud realize what they were doing. They wanted to get to his homeland, and he knew he couldn't allow them to do that. He stopped pulling, creating an upsetment, shaking up the horses around him. When a man came up whiping at him, he dropped to the ground, faking that he was exsaughsted. A young boy came up pulling some mules, unhiting the stallion, he took and chained his back legs and began to move him. Once freed though the stud kicked off the chains and jumpbed between the chains that held the engine in place by the pulling horses. Rearing he kicked free the first one then bucked until the secound one was done. Before he could bolt though the kid through the chain around his neck. He managed to jerk free and run around the back of the engine, tripping on a stake that was used to keep the engine from rolling back. Scrambling madly to his feet, the stud bolted down the mountain in sheer terror as the engine broke free and began to come tumbling down the mountain after him. Breaking through the back window of a barn, the stud ran through the doors. Jumping on the side of another train engine and leaping past it just as the too collided and exploded everywhere.
The mustang didn't have long to be joius though. As the explosion sent the forest around him into a blaze. Bolting in terror of the fire now, the stud jumped a fairly high pile of rocks, stumbling a bit. He kept moving though. A large fallen tree stood in his path and he lept, clearing it easily, and seeing his saftety not to far off. But his chain didn't. The end of the chain caught onto a rivit in the tree, flipping the stud over on his back and chocking him. The stud struggled but felt the life slowly start draining from him. He shook his crown resentfully until he felt the weight off his neck. Out of breath the mustang layed there, until he felt something on his cheeks and body, urging him upward. He scrambled blindly to his feet and felt something pulling him forward, suddenly the ground dropped away and a whooping sound in his ears tha the echoed with a neigh as the icy water hit them like a shock. The stud felt himself sinking but soemthing pulling him back to the surface, pulling him to the bank before it all went completely black on him.
Awaking the next morning wasn't long for reunion as Little Creek was who had saved the young mustang. As they rejoiced, the army showed out of no where, and began firing. Being shot in the toe, Little Creek could not run. And not willing to leave his old friend behind, the stud rushed past him, Little Creek grabbed onto his mane, using his nose the mustang shoved him onto his back and bolted through the canyons. Lossing all but 2 soilders and the colonel the stud only had two options left. Jump the canyon or get caught. The stud took a long running start and lept, the canyong yawning low below them as he cleared it and landed on the opposite side. With that corage the colonel tipped his hat and left. The mustang and the indian took off back for home, coming within the site of the Indian camp, the young stud grew upset, depression settling over him once more. Only when Little Creek whislted did the painted figure appear through the smoke, did the stallion grow happy once more. After a reunion, Little Creek walked up to Rain, pulling the feather from her mane and saying his goodbyes. Then he turned to the young mustang, and spoke to him for the final time. Take good care of her, Spirit which could not be broken. Thus the stallion was named Spirit. After saying his farewells, the Spirit and Rain left, returning to his homelands. But things have changed. Alliances have formed, wards are breaking out. And many new things are forming. Do you have what it takes to survive?
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