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 Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 5:49 pm
Colonel
Let him go and he will come back with a prize worthy of our camp.
Those were the words the painted stallion had heard so many times. He was a military's tool of transportation and loyal soldier. His very image and the way he carried himself was the very epitome of what a soldier's horse should be. He was feared among the other horses, but not because of his physical build or hostility. Instead it was his rank and the person who rode him that automatically made him better than the others. He liked that others called him 'Colonel' and it would continue to change once his rider's rank changed. That was how it was. The military spent no time with names since that was unnecessary bonding with a creature that could very well be dead the next day. This was a fact that was forced upon all military horses.
Colonel grew up in the life of the military ever since he was born. He was told everything about his birth from the older horses in the grapevine. This story always stayed in his head but he disreguarded it every time he and his rider were sent out on a mission to quell the indian revolts. Late at night it would steal away at his soul and eat away at his coldened heart but the paint pelted stallion learned to cope. He in turn began to hate his mother and the other horses for their blood, the blood he had in his own veins.
The blood of a mustang.
Quarter horses were usually the choice of the military but Colonel proved himself worthy with his obedience and ability to learn drills quite fast. He had taken the hit for his soon-to-be-rider when they were in a bloody battle that ended in a loss for the military. The lieutenant colonel, at that time, was the only survivor and that was because Colonel was the only horse that stayed for him. He was awarded greatly, to be the steed of the commander was an honor. Yet Colonel found it a curse. For he understood the human talk and was made fun of because of the mustang blood in him. The purebred quarter horses took the time to tease him as well since they knew it crawled under his orange and white pelt. They took their own bets to see how long it would take for Colonel to mess up and let his mustang nature take over his organized military lifestyle.
He hated his mother with every ounce of his body.
She was the problem. She was a mustang. One that was captured in the wild due to her pregnant state. The soldiers allowed her to give birth and nurse her child for the allotted time it took for a foal to become healthy and start to eat grass. It didn't take Colonel long for him to learn. So they took her away and trained her in the way of a soldier. She went away for a mission and never came back. The older horses, mustangs, would try and comfort him but he was not old enough to truly appreciate his mother. So he didn't. Instead the two-legged soldiers and veteran horse soldiers taught him the way of the military. Colonel grew to like it and became a hardened warrior after his first couple of missions.
This enabled him to step up and save his current rider which then allowed him to be the commander of the other horses.
Now Colonel was standing outside of the military fort without a bridle, a saddle, or a rider. He stood now in front of the vast plains of the West. His hardened eyes looked upon it with disgust because he knew who treaded over the grass. The blasted mustangs. Now he was being sent out to find out the location of any mustang herds or indian tribes. His owner knew that Colonel would come back and lead a troop of military soldiers back to the place where he found the herd or village. This was a gift Colonel was good at and he was honed for it. The other horses would rejoice whenever he left because they would not be intimidated by his presence but some of them gave him looks of pure hatred. For they were the victims of one of his searches. They fell for his mock story of being an escaped military horse looking for a better life.
His strategy never failed him.
And so the stallion made his journey with a brisk trot over the lush green grass. Freedom being so close that his mustang blood would come out slightly but so far away. He had a mission and that mission will be accomplished.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 1:43 am
Dakota stretched her legs as the Chestnut Mare looked around in her village of the Indians wih Teepees while he sighed and hopes to make new friebnds along with having a family of her iwn if she ever met another Stallion besides Kola even though her relationship with Kola will never happen.
Dakota never met her mother as she was born in the village and was taken away from her mother even before knowing her and cries at the memory hoping that he'll meet her mother one day as she lweaves her village for a while to find other horses to meet even if it means meeting wild horses that she's not familiar with.
Dakota didn't want to leave her beloved owner behind but she must for a while in order to find other horses in the same race as her which is Native. Dakota was thankful to be a domesticated horse but she has the mind of a wild horse and wants to find other horses of her kind to clear her name.
With only part of a bridle and bit in her mouth along with some armor on her body she gallop away in search of any horses that could be wild or domesticated as she runs into a trap that caught her leg while she reared and pulled away in horror. "Oh no! I'm trapped! please help me anyone!" The Chestut Mare cried in terror as she rears and pulls away trying to break free but fails.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 8:12 pm
The stallion cut a day's journey in half with a quick canter across the plains into foreign land he did not know. His painted coat glistened under the sun's rays with sweat that he managed to conjure with the strenuous exercise. He found his current state to be annoying as his mane and tale stuck to his shiny body. A snort escaped his nostrils as Colonel allowed himself a moderately fast trot. Energy still ran through the male's veins and he was unwilling to allow himself a break if he still had some life left in him. It was a pet peave of his.
Soon the stallion had come to his limits and found a small clearing in the woods that surrounded him an hour back. The shade was welcomed after being in the sun most of the day. Colonel made it his mission to find a small amount of water in which to quench his newly obtained thirst. He walked through the foliage that littered the forest floor and was careful not to partake in any trap that the indians may have set out. His military style taking over his tired body.
Soon, a small pond came into view and Colonel approached the water with caution. Making sure to clear his atmosphere of any hazardous creatures. Once he cleared the area mentally, the stallion approached the shore and allowed his muzzle to touch the surface of the water. It's coolness was greatly accepted. Large gulps of water trailed down the once dry throat of the mustang. New energy started to arrive but also came the notion of sleep. Colonel was not ready to accept that step until he made sure everything was completely safe.
After drinking his fill, the stallion turned his tired body away from the water and headed back into the protection of the trees. No sooner had he started moving than he heard a scream of some sort. Or was it the shouts of a panicking animal. Colonel made a quick decision to aide this pained creature in hopes that it might lead him to his primary goal. With a small snort, the strict equine forced his body from a walk into a quick trot. The source of the scream was nearby so there was no need to urge himself to go faster. Soon, the male came upon one of the weirdest sights he had ever seen.
A chestnut mare stood in front of him with a bridle adorning her face and some armor that gripped the mare's body. Colonel allowed himself a couple of seconds to take in the scene before him before reacting. Hopefully this was the break he was looking for.
"Stay still," the stallion commanded in a strict tone, his military habit coming into play.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 10:44 pm
Dakota looked around sadly and wished Kola was here to help her get out of the trap and hears her stomach growling in hunger as she rears up one more time hoping to break free from the terrorizing trap but sadky fails.
Dakota flared her nostrils and is starting to get really angry/annoyed as she stopped for a while to take a short break from trying to break free from the trap while perking up her ears just in case she hears any horses nearby that might help her break free from the trap she's caught in.
A few hours pass and the Chestnut Mare sadly sighs from not hearing any horses running nearby where she's trapped at while she rears and bucks and kicks hoping to make progress on her escape plan before doing anything else like getting a bite to eat or get a drink from a nearby stream.
Dakota stopped what she was doing and caught a scent of an unfamiliar horse hoping that the horse will come to her rescue since she's starting to get thirsty and can't reach the stream from where she's standing at as she whinnies again hoping that the other horse hears her and comes to the rescue while she looked around with turns of her head just in case.
Dakota looked again and saw a Chestnut looking horse with white spots and a black bridle along with yellow colored mane and tail coming her way and smiles a little while nodding. "Allright I'll stay still and you look like a horse from the Cavarly by the way, thank you for coming and rescuing me, I've been trapped here since yesterday." The Chestnut Mare said and smiles at the Stallon as she lowers her head a little. "The Stallion is so handsome." Dakota said in her mind happily while she continued to stand still so the Stallion can help break her free from the trap she's stuck at.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 8:04 pm
[[Just wondering... Do you have an image of Dakota for visual aide?]]
The stallion noticed the kind facial expression he was receiving and a wave of relief poured over him. This mission may just be a piece of cake. His sharp blue orbs immediately traveled down the mare's leg to the source of her captivity. Colonel allowed the other horse to speak as he inspected the device. His analysis of the object ceased as soon as she told him "you look like a horse from the Cavalry" and his head raised up suddenly. This was one chance he would have to take despite the mare's condition.
"I was a horse from the Cavalry. Never again will I affiliate with the likes of the military. Their cruelty... knows no bounds," the stallion uttered with such disgust that it tainted his once calm expression. Suddenly, it changed to that of an unknown softness, "I'm sorry, I should be focused on getting you out of that trap."
As the male lowered his head to look at the trap, multiple thoughts traveled up to the surface of his memories. This caused him to pull all his effort into keeping a calm expression. Though it did take the paint pelted horse a lot of effort to pull out a disgusted expression, especially about the military, but it was harder for him to soften his gaze. His disgust was created through the images of filthy Mustangs and his association with them.
Colonel took a couple of steps towards the mare, his hooves barely making an imprint upon the earth he walked upon. His corrupted mind searching for the solution to the imprisoning tool so that he may free this mare from its clutches. Then it clicked. The trap was made for bears but it was made and used by indians, the corrupted men. With a another step, the stallion could almost touch the cold metal with his soft nose. His blue hues taking in everything that his vision allowed him.
"How do they undo bear traps," the mustang muttered to himself as he searched for all the methods his fellow human soldiers used to dispatch such traps.
Suddenly, the solution became obvious as a certain memory arose. The stallion knew the task would be hard since he hooves instead of hands but it was worth a try. There was a lever at the bottom of the trap that had to be pressed down while the metal jaws had to be lowered. This usually took two humans to do but for an equine, it would probably be near impossible. His expression turned to the mare, who was trapped in the metal tool.
"This is going to hurt," Colonel warned, giving the mare a look of caution. "But if you want to be free then its the only way. You see that lever to the side of the trap? I need you to use your free leg and step on it, apply pressure to it then let me do the rest."
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 12:06 am
((Yes I do but in my original account's Journal, she's somewhere in the new Ownerslist which is still under construction I believe, I"m sorry that I'm not helping much but I'm doing my very best.))
The Mare saw the expression on the Stallion's face and smiled as she calmly stopped for a few seconds before pulling on her leg again hoping to break free as she turned her head around in both directions just in case there's any predatoprs around from wolves to bears.
"I'm sorry to hear that dear brave Stallion and I never met a Cavalry horse before until I met you, where's your Saddle and rider if you don't mind me asking, if it's too personal you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to, anyway thats allright, it's not everyday that I get caught in a trap like this and meet someone handsome like yourself." SHe said wih a blush and smiles while swishing her blonde/painted tail.
As the female watches the male looking at the trap she's caught in, she wonders if she should go back to her village or travel with the stallion after she's free from the bear trap or something else that doesn't involve returning to her Native land or traveling with someone she just met.
Dakota watches the Stallion take a few steps toward her as she tries to move her leg but can't feel a thing except the trap thats caught pretty good on her leg while hearing the trap click and hopes that nobody else heard the noise but her and the Stallion while watching him wondering what he'll do next with the trap she's caught in.
"I wonder how they make such a bear trap like this one, it's the biggest and strongest one I've ever see in my entire life." She said as she tries to listen to her Native instincts.
The Mare watched the Stallion again and hopes that he'll be able to free her from the trap since nobody will be able to help her in the situation she's stuck in as she saw how beautiful the Stallion's blue eyes are at the same time.
"It's going to hurt? I'll do as you ask noble/brave Stallion." She said and nods from the warning he gave her and listens carefully. "Yes I see that lever to the side of the trap and allriggt, I'll use my free leg and step on it along with applying pressure as you do the rest after." She said and rears while she uses her free leg with all her might hoping that the Stallion's plan will work.
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