Post by Zenith on Jun 24, 2006 9:11:36 GMT -5
Name- The Lost Herd
Story- Founding of the Lost Herd
Long Ago a giant herd of horses roamed the western plains. Their leader was a big roan stallion. He was gentle yet at the same time fierce. The humans loved to watch this herd run across the plains, banners streaming out behind them, bodices barely touching, daggers skimming the ground, and sunshine glinting of their pelts. Soon everyone wanted to capture their beauty. But the horses had another idea. Every day a new group of humans would chase these horses. The big roan would always lead them to safety. He would lead the humans on a wild goose chase trying to capture them. Eventually the humans stopped as the horses ran into a canyon. Soon the humans were calling this stallion Hammer. He seemed to hammer all of their attempts at capture. One day the humans got smart. The planted to riders at the canyon's mouth hiding in bushes. And two more were further down in the canyon. They would intercept these horses.
So when the horses began to run like they normally did, the humans attacked chasing them to the canyon, trailing the herd. Soon the herd was ahead of Hammer. This is what the humans wanted. As Hammer entered the cave the humans closed in all around him. The roan stag reared up slashing the air with his daggers. All of the humans tossed ropes around his neck. They tried to pull him to the ground. The roan had other ideas. He slammed his bodice up against the canyon wall. It was as if he knew this day would come. He continued this. The humans watched with odd expressions on their faces. Finally a giant rock fell from the top of the canyon right behind Hammer. The roan stag lifted his dial and let out a deep call to his herd on the other side. The humans having enough of what was going on dragged the roan away. They took their time training him, it was hard for them to smother that flame that burned in his heart. The humans had succeeded in capturing Hammer, but failed in taming him. They had killed all that made him beautiful out in the wild. He no longer had the spirit to run free, the fire in his eyes and heart. Now he had a dull shine that flared up when he was saddled. Deep in his heart he knew his herd was safe from harm. At least from the humans.
Back in the canyon the herd made their way to their secret hiding place. It was a large valley with everything a horse could need. Soon a new leader was picked. his name was Damaged Soul. This brute was different. He had a dark air to his heart. He forced all of the horses to kill living creatures. Even their own foals. Soon the herd was divided. Ones that were like Damaged Soul and others that were like Hammer. Damaged Soul was the leader for the exiles, and a young bay stag named Dart lead the rebels.The two groups battled it out. Spilling blood of their brothers, sisters, mothers, and fathers. Dart lead a successful attack on overthrowing Soul. Dart became the lead. He exiled all of the horses who followed Soul. The herd had dwindled down to a small group. Dart looked out over the land. The canyon was blocked off, never wielding even to other horses that needed a home. Dart knew they were safe, but the herd was almost gone. By spring more horses had arrived. Some were descendants of exiles others had found a back way to the sacred land. The herd grew once agian. But the humans thought that they had died off. Thus the herd was named the 'Lost Herd' But as time drew on even both Dart and Damaged Soul passed on. The herd is still safe but the battle between exiles and rebels still exisits.
Story- Founding of the Lost Herd
Long Ago a giant herd of horses roamed the western plains. Their leader was a big roan stallion. He was gentle yet at the same time fierce. The humans loved to watch this herd run across the plains, banners streaming out behind them, bodices barely touching, daggers skimming the ground, and sunshine glinting of their pelts. Soon everyone wanted to capture their beauty. But the horses had another idea. Every day a new group of humans would chase these horses. The big roan would always lead them to safety. He would lead the humans on a wild goose chase trying to capture them. Eventually the humans stopped as the horses ran into a canyon. Soon the humans were calling this stallion Hammer. He seemed to hammer all of their attempts at capture. One day the humans got smart. The planted to riders at the canyon's mouth hiding in bushes. And two more were further down in the canyon. They would intercept these horses.
So when the horses began to run like they normally did, the humans attacked chasing them to the canyon, trailing the herd. Soon the herd was ahead of Hammer. This is what the humans wanted. As Hammer entered the cave the humans closed in all around him. The roan stag reared up slashing the air with his daggers. All of the humans tossed ropes around his neck. They tried to pull him to the ground. The roan had other ideas. He slammed his bodice up against the canyon wall. It was as if he knew this day would come. He continued this. The humans watched with odd expressions on their faces. Finally a giant rock fell from the top of the canyon right behind Hammer. The roan stag lifted his dial and let out a deep call to his herd on the other side. The humans having enough of what was going on dragged the roan away. They took their time training him, it was hard for them to smother that flame that burned in his heart. The humans had succeeded in capturing Hammer, but failed in taming him. They had killed all that made him beautiful out in the wild. He no longer had the spirit to run free, the fire in his eyes and heart. Now he had a dull shine that flared up when he was saddled. Deep in his heart he knew his herd was safe from harm. At least from the humans.
Back in the canyon the herd made their way to their secret hiding place. It was a large valley with everything a horse could need. Soon a new leader was picked. his name was Damaged Soul. This brute was different. He had a dark air to his heart. He forced all of the horses to kill living creatures. Even their own foals. Soon the herd was divided. Ones that were like Damaged Soul and others that were like Hammer. Damaged Soul was the leader for the exiles, and a young bay stag named Dart lead the rebels.The two groups battled it out. Spilling blood of their brothers, sisters, mothers, and fathers. Dart lead a successful attack on overthrowing Soul. Dart became the lead. He exiled all of the horses who followed Soul. The herd had dwindled down to a small group. Dart looked out over the land. The canyon was blocked off, never wielding even to other horses that needed a home. Dart knew they were safe, but the herd was almost gone. By spring more horses had arrived. Some were descendants of exiles others had found a back way to the sacred land. The herd grew once agian. But the humans thought that they had died off. Thus the herd was named the 'Lost Herd' But as time drew on even both Dart and Damaged Soul passed on. The herd is still safe but the battle between exiles and rebels still exisits.
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