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&&History;//
••Gotta’.fight.another »Fight«, Gotta’.run.another ×Nightו•
The chopper’s wings recklessly twirled, raising choking debris and roaring ear-splitting echoes across the lands. No choice, only one option. Run. In a wild havoc, a thunder of distressed hooves rang out, only adding to the howl of the helicopter blades. Mounting the crest of a hilltop was a band of equines, dashing blindly for their lives. And in the lead: a ghostly white figure, silvered plumes billowing wildly behind his striking ivory figure. Wounds – battle scars – littered proudly over the stallion’s boldly hued bodice. Flints thundered madly on the dry earth, storm of soil rising in a tremendous cloud behind his frantic harem. A trained judos horse was released, thought to be friend as the gelding intermixed with the herd, leading the rest in there blind state towards the corrals. Secretly coaxing them to their undying fate.
The tender, pink tissue rimming his nostrils as the dappled snorted, but all the same, with no where else to turn, followed the gelding. Closer and closer the chestnut gelding drew them, at the last moment veering to the left as the band blindly galloped into the pen. A fence abruptly blocking his path, the smoky lead reared, forelimbs lashing out in furry. Coal eyes rolling white, he caught a glimpse of his fate. The two-legs were rushing at the gate. Scream erupting from his frothed kissers, the pallid stallion charged at the dying chance, daggers thundering wildly against the barren earth. But he was too late. With a rapid, creaking shutter the iron gates were slammed closed. Men raced to tie the doorway to freedom off – the only escape, closed.
Their liberty swept away.
Their freedom stolen.
All was over.
Gone.
Again the bold stag lifted from the ground, toned pistons pawing blindly at the high, metal gate, the iron rattling with a vicious clatter. Again his scream was trumpeted, echoing across the bleak lands. Lean barrel heaving; he plunged downward, flints digging deeply into the arid soil, strands of silver cascading loosely into his fierce ambers. The others of his herd scrambled desperately. Old collapsing in exhaustion, young collapsing from injury. His fiery mahogany eyes burning with fierce hate as he urgently glanced around, looking for an escape. But there was none. Lashing his ivories at the nearest hand, he bared his pearls at the humans, harks melted against his crania. A sweet, desperate melody tore his gaze away from the two-legs. A voice he knew all too well. His love, Angelis, they were taking her away. He lunged toward the men who had her binds in hand, but a burning rope dug deeply around the stallion’s nape, jerking him to the hard, dry ground. Another searing strap wrapped around his hind limb. And still another burned his front. He was trapped, the great Conquistador torn.
The wretched creatures swarmed around him, tying a blinder roughly over his eyes and all went black. He scrambled to his feet, wild scream erupting from his kissers as he pulled blindly against the men’s might. But there were too many. Harks flicked back and forth restlessly as the
humans barked orders, a sudden, searing sting burned deeply into his lean, muscled flank. The symbol of a five-horned crown branded mercilessly into his left stifle, a reminder of that brutal day. Hind limbs lashed out as the scorching pain smoldered into his haunch, but he had missed his mark, the brander scampering out of the way at the last shattered moment. The blind-fold had been whipped off, muscles quaking with exhaustion, he was forced to a separate, barren corral. The valiant stag tough aching with tire, circled the rail a desperate, wild trot, calling franticly to his mares. But it was no use.
All through the blistering hot day he was separated from the others in his vacant pen, sun beating merciless upon his pallid bodice. Forced through desperate cries to watch his mares be branded and loaded, one by one being auctioned off and driven away. His love, his Angelis second to be sold. Love again? It may never be possible. His cries were futile, and soon his parched throat ran dry of screams. The sweltering day melted away to a cool, full moon night as a blanket of darkness slowly ebbed onto the horizon. The dappled stag pretended to drift off to sleep as the majority of two-legs retreated to their camp. The last of the voices dying, his fiery ambers flitted open, determined look glazing them over as he looked the fence up and down. Eyes narrowed in determination, he broke into a sudden, agile gallop as if he had been shot from a rifle. Two stragglers who had not followed the rest of the men whirled around, staring the dumb-stuck awe as the ghostly image neared the escape.
A gunshot sounded and the two humans tore after the stallion. But it was too late. Lunging from his powerful haunches, the pallid gray scored the fence as if he had a pair of un-seen wings. The wings of the wind. With an echoing clamor of hoof and earth, the gallant stag landed and broke into a swift, thundering gallop. Lean physique stretching taunt with every long, lighting stride the hollers of the men grew distant, smoke mane and tail streaming wildly behind him. Never did he look back until he was endless miles from the corrals, halting and finally casing his fiery auburn gaze back to the feet he had conquered. A triumphant, victorious whicker erupted from his kissers, as the boldly-hued stag turned and broke into another thundering dash – his liberty renewed. The Spanish Conquistador had conquered.
&&Present;//
Thundering hooves rang out over the lands. Dappled pallid hide gleaming with perspiration, plumes of silver billowing wildly behind his lean figure. Wounds – battle scars – littered over his airbrushed silver hide. Physique stretching taunt with every long, flowing stride, the boldly-hued stallion pressed onward. Movements alone would give away his Andalusian heredity at first glance. Tender, cherry-colored tissue rimmed for a moment as his nostrils flared. Lean barrel heaving, an exhausted snort floated from his rippling paperthins. Nay once had his swift gate slowed as he had escaped the feat he had triumphed. The white stallion: Fugitive of the west, eluder of the humans. Galloping to the ends of the earth.
Every. Single. Day.
He had become a story very much elaborated back at the men’s camp. A
legend. Every word spoken from the human’s lips an exaggeration. The fence he had scored flawlessly must have been 20 feet at least, and the silver stallion a towering 18 hands tall. Lies. The lot of the stories were myths – forged and twisted from actual reality. He was like trying to catch smoke, they said, like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands. The Conquistador they had named him, and so it become.
Raging foot-falls gingerly leisuring, (It’s a word because I say it is!
Lolz) the bleached equine mounted the crest of a rocky hillside that bordered the lands. Domain alien to him, the gentleman would show his respect. Lifting toned forelimbs from the earth, he rose into a rear, pistons pawing fiercely at the air as a whicker trumpeted from his
kissers. “As destiny changes my path, I claim thy lands as my own.” Regal, Spanish-laced voice rang out into the vast landscape below. For an instant his silhouette was frozen along the horizon, then he plummeted downward. Small pebbles avalanched from where he landed, raising a cloud of dust as they rolled. As the cloud thinned, his ghostly figure became visible. Plumes of smoke billowing grandly, fiery auburn eyes gleaming - The Conquistador had come.
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« Reply #1 on Sept 23, 2006, 8:11pm » | |
||How can I say no? Accepted-ness. Ish Diablo claimin' the dark lands.?||
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I will never forget who was there for me,
When I needed thee,
Because of you I can feel free,
Free in mind, body and soul,
I won't ever let you guys go,
And may our lives live on,
And you'll forever sing this song,
Of Love, devotion and friendship.
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« Reply #2 on Sept 23, 2006, 8:15pm » | |
OoC::
You know it! He's too ebil to pass up a darkie's land. Lolz!
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