Wild Horses RP

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  • "Did you choose to have a herd? Did you go around and find mares? How did it all start?" She asked.

  • Cloud stared at her hooves. "Was your father cold-hearted?" she asked, stealing peeks of her brother every now and then.

  • "Oh, I see. Me and my brother grew up without parents. We were always together. He fascinated me, teh way he looked at life, but it scared me too. He wasn't afraid to say what thinks, and sometimes it ended up me getting hurt. But I always heal." she said.

  • Spirit shrugged. "You got used to it. I was the only colt born that year, all other were fillies, and he didn't hurt them, unless there were no colts. I took all their beatings. I was being the good brother."

  • Cloud shook her head. "Must have been hard... Being raised that way. Did he want you to be like him?"

  • Fallow and Win stayed in the back of the herd. They we're interested in drama, no matter what side they took. They hoped the stallion would leave them alone for a while.

  • In trotted into the field and prances around, her hoofs not sinking into the mud. Fallow watched from the cave.

  • Cloud ran. And ran. And ran. Her hooves hit the ground in a rythmic clopclop.. clopclop.. clopclop... It would make a native person want to dance. She swerved behind the bush where her brother lay. He was munching on the grass around him, only slightly turnign to greet his sister. "I see you haven't given up on our daily tradition?" he laughed, watching as his sister pranced around the field, never stopping, thanks to her amazing endurance that came from arabic blood.