Posts by warriorgirl1220

Arend heard a faint cry on the breeze and lifted his head. The wind carried a strange tang, like the smell of blood and fallen trees and fear. He flicked his ears, trying to figure out what was going on. Something was different. Unsure, he began to move slowly towards it, walking along towards the forest that separated the open plains from the beaches.

Arend's ears flattened as he heard the cry. Without waiting to find out what was going on, he spun on his hocks and booked it, tearing away from whatever new thing was causing so much pain and fear and anger that he could smell it on the breeze.

Name: Arend
Herd or bachelor: Bachelor Stallion
Age: 7 years old
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Brumby
Looks: Arend stands 15.3hh. He is a slightly stocky chestnut with a bald face, well-muscled and built for endurance.
Personality: Arend is rather quiet and calm. He doesn't ever really get angry, but that doesn't mean he's a pushover. He just tends to think logically and knows getting angry only makes horses do stupid things. He always wants to keep the peace and will only go to extreme measures when necessary.
History: Born in a herd that had just formed, he was often doted on by the mares, being the only foal around. He's quite used to attention, but his temperamental and hotheaded young father soon taught him that getting angry made one do the wrong thing. So when it was his turn to leave the herd, he was happy to go.
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Arend heard hooves fast approaching and turned his head. Seeing Fleet appear and race towards him, he slowed so he could catch up, "Fleet! What's going on, what's wrong?!"

"What, like birds?" He slowed to a trot, trying to picture little sparrows and big storks chasing down the herd. It didn't seem to quite make sense.

A young man rode up to Seth, a rope around his saddle horn and a squat, muscular Quarter horse gelding beneath him, "Boss, you want me to go after em alone? Maybe this big group is just makin' it harder."

(Thanks!)

Arend grazed alone, looking up from time to time. The approaching night worried him slightly, being all alone, but he just watched the stars flicker overhead and continued to graze, ears twitching and tail flicking.

Arend stopped, unable to hide a smile, "Alright, what's really going on? I mean, you could have convinced me of birds, but walking carrots that wear bright pelts? That's just too much."

Arend heard someone whinny and lifted his head, his pale face glimmering as he turned to look for the source. Upon seeing a mare and colt, with no stallion nearby, his ears pricked and he turned, trotting towards them. He kept his eyes and ears on lookout for a stallion nearby, but saw none. He returned her whinny, calling to them in a friendly way.

Tyler nodded, ignoring his boss' skepticism, "Yessir." Wheeling Bear around, he tapped his heels to his horse's side and they took off across the range, heading towards where they'd been seen last.

Arend looked back, not quite sure what to think. But something definitely had her on edge, so he set off, trotting behind her and looking around protectively, "Don't worry. I'll protect you."

He slowed to a walk as he got closer, his large dark eyes studying the pair carefully. It was unusual for a mare and her colt to be all alone. He stopped a few strides away, neck arched and ears forwards, "Greetings."

Bear, far too good tempered to be annoyed by an irritated stallion, didn't react and continued to lope on. Tyler scratched his horse's withers, lucky to have such a good boy, then looked at the beautiful stallion coming towards him. He murmured to him, just mumbling little calming syllables as he reached out a hand.

"So, did the carrots get anyone?" He tilted his head, looking around for any walking carrots.

Tyler looked Shadowflame up and down, hand slowly moving towards the rope on his saddle horn.

Bear looked down at Dusty, unbothered by the little guy, "What'cha tryin' to do, itch my knees for me?"

Tyler, startled as the mini reared up and grabbed his rope, then burst out laughing, his laugh carefree and easy, "Hey, get back here you little bugger, you!" He spun Bear on his haunches and the two loped after Dusty.

Bear saw Shadowflame beginning to gain and his ears went back. He was an older quarter horse, but he'd been a racer back in his day and no horse, not even this young thing, was going to pass him. Tyler leaned back slightly as he felt his old friend lift beneath him and take off, "Whoa, old boy, steady there boyo."

Tyler smiled, leaning forwards slightly and giving Bear his head. The race horse needed no more encouragement and took off like a rocket. He had been bred to run and run he did, moving past Shadowflame and gaining ground. Tyler knew his horse was a sprinter and in a quarter mile or so would slow down, but Bear was a Quarter Horse and until he reached that distance, no fancy Arab could touch good ol' American breeding.

Arend heard a strange sound and turned slightly, seeing what must be what Fleet had been talking about. Without waiting to know for sure, he turned and nipped at her haunches, "GO!"

Tyler reined up, looking slightly confused. Bear had turned to run alongside the fenceline, so he had only heard the shouts, but hadn't seen what had happened. He spun Bear around and trotted towards where the horse lay. As he got closer, he could see the fury on Seth's face and swore to himself. How had this happened? The horse had been running sound before, how could she have lost it so badly?