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Post by lexanator on Nov 23, 2005 21:23:02 GMT -5
A group of horses escape from a breeding farm where they were treated cruelly.They must form together to live in the harsh winters.Wolves are out and hungry.Can you survive?It's all up to Great Mother Nature. rules: blah blah!! stallions 6 and up can start a herd or breed below can't mares 6 and up can breed below can't can and can't have pic doesn't matter stay active keep cussing to a minimum and use ***** to blank it out HAVE FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! info needed: name: nick: age: breed: gender: looks/pic: personality: other: mine name:Mahogany Flame nick:Flame age:7 breed:mustang gender:stallion lools/pic: i25.photobucket.com/albums/c53/Lady_Lilah/3horse.jpgpersonality:dominant,protective can be vicious other:- Flame stoo d impatiently in his stall pawing at the walls and neighing frantically.Two humans came in "settle down boy we've got some mares." "hopefully" another grunted Flame didn't care about mares he wanted out! |
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Post by YNRP on Nov 23, 2005 22:11:22 GMT -5
Name: Hand N' Over
Nick: Monty
Age: 7
Breed: Thoroughbred
Gender: Gelding
Looks/Pics: dapple gray, about 17.3 with black mane and tail
Personality: sharp, quiet
Other: -_-
Monty stood in his stall, head down, his frail frame could be seen in the light, his hooves had been done the day earlier, but only after being beaten over the back. Wounds could be seen head to hoof, all over Monty's once beautiful grey coat. His mane and tail were over grown(for show, anyway)... his once thick muscles had almost disapparated to somewhere else.. because he was skin and bone. His days of jumping were over the day he arrived on the farm. However, he was one of the most trusted horses there and was allowed outdoors on occasion. He was let out every other day at noon, where his door was opened and he was free to roam. Monty liked the little amount of freedom he had, but was concerned when he realized the only reason he was out was in hopes of getting hit by cars.
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Post by lexanator on Nov 24, 2005 8:43:40 GMT -5
Flame smelled another horse in the stall beside him (Monty) and nickered a pleasent hello.He couldn't nicker loud because they cut the top of his tongue for biting wich also broought pain tremendously.He hit the concrete stall wall with his hoof and sparks flew this amazed him so he kept doing it.A man came in "STOP THAT you nasty thing!"and brought a whip behind his back lashing it at Flame hitting him in shoulder drawing blood Flame just stood glaring evily.
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Post by barrelgirl on Nov 24, 2005 12:25:27 GMT -5
name:High Hopes nick:Hope age: 6 breed: arabian gender: mare pic: www.southernstararabians.com/mares/photos/Mirrell-Carol-GG.jpgpersonality: Fiery and hard to control other: --- Hope reared up in her stall frantically trying to escape her pain. A man came down the barn isle to her stall with a dressage wip and beat her until she fell over backward. Stunned she lies on the floor of her stall as the man rushes away . |
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Post by YNRP on Nov 24, 2005 14:24:13 GMT -5
Monty almost laughed at the other horses frantic attempts to get out, he nickered quietly over the door and the man came over and let him out.. "This time it'll be the last.." he said whie trudging out of the barn. Monty went straight to Hope's stall.. "get up, let's go now!" He said while unlatching her door. It was a lot easier than it looked, the chain went up and out of the hole, and the clip broke loose after he shimmied his teeth between it. Hope's door slide open and Monty felt proud. Flame's stall door, however, was much harder. Reinforcements of kick locks and extra chains made the job seem impossible. Monty managed to get all the locks undone but he heard footsteps coming. "As soon as I'm done.. run for the pond, its east and you can hear the water from right outside the doors! Wait for me there!" Monty said desperately. He reached his long neck out to nip flash on the butt to get him moving. Then Monty made a run for it, the man noticed the horses all galloping towards the road and turned his head. You could hear him yelling, "That's right.. get yourselves killed!"
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Post by lexanator on Nov 24, 2005 14:29:10 GMT -5
Flame said a quick "thanks"and ran out of the barn doors galloping to the pond to wait for the horse that let him out.As he paced nervously eh wondered who was that horse??
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Post by YNRP on Nov 24, 2005 14:32:43 GMT -5
-gotta shower, be back tonight-
Monty's stiff legs could only carry himself so fast. He stopped abruptly before hitting the pavement of the highway and watched for cars. When it was clear, he trotted across and made his way to the pond. Upon his arrival, he pawed the grass in agitation, "what now.." he sighed, and walked off to ponder this.
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Post by lexanator on Nov 24, 2005 14:37:36 GMT -5
bye!
Flame followed "shall we start a herd and move to the mountains behind town?"he asked motioning back behind the small town.Flame stopped and lowered his dial to drink coming up again only for two short breaths then down again the frantic run had made him quite thirsty.
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Post by lexanator on Nov 24, 2005 15:10:58 GMT -5
He looked at Monty then glanced around "where's the mare?"he asked casually.While waiting for a reply on both questions he grazed only to come stand by Monty who must've been thinking hard.
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Post by barrelgirl on Nov 24, 2005 17:59:36 GMT -5
Monty and flame heard a scream and saw Hope come running forward. " Wolves !" she said . The horses attention turned to something moving in the grass. "Run !" Hollared hope !
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