I shrugged my shoulders and climbed into the back of the horse box, today was the 'beginning of a better thing' apparently according to my mum and my dressage trainer who both agreed that show jumping was not a good sport to be in. I had spent most of the last month practicing one dressage test until it was almost perfect. I had never enjoyed flat work and it has been total torture not being able to feel the crowd shouting as you glided over a fence. I could tell that everyone at the dressage event was going to be looking at me; I was totally right of course. The moment we pulled up in the horse box people started crowding round it and squinting into the windows to get a good look at me. Instead of the confident, smiling famous show jumper they expected; all they saw was a tall crumpled girl clutching a crutch to stay still. I sighed and then followed my mum out of the horse box and stumbled over to the ramp, I could feel the stares burn a hole in my back and their faces were too easy to imagine. As the ramp slowly crunched down onto the floor the horse I was riding wasnt the face I was hoping to see. I longed to see the eager face of Torus and his puffy mane which despite my best efforts had never been contained enough to become plaits. I missed him dearly but I knew that he was having a good time with his new owners who were still pushing him to the best of his ability. But the face of this horse reminded me of something else; it was just like Wako... I spent a few minutes staring at this horse in disgust.
This looked exactly like the horse which had made it impossible for me to ever see my father again; the stallion had always been very excited whenever they were going to a show. But this time was going to be different; my dad was the one who got me into show jumping because he had always wanted to show jump as a boy himself. Dad had been building up to this show, this was the new start of his show jumping career but it wasnt as big a break as he thought it would be. He was approaching the last jump, a huge triple bar, and the horse took off too early and they landed into it. They got up but as dad lead him out of the arena Wako suddenly went completely bonkers and landed on dad, I screamed from the audience and climbed over the audience no matter how much they complained. Dad! Dad! I shouted and people actually started helping me to the front of the stands, I toppled over the metal gate in front of the audience and knocked over a few pieces of recording equipment next to the huge cameras by the arena. I then sprinted as fast as possible over to my dad but by the time I had got there he had already gone and all I could do was cry. I spent a few weeks in a vegative state, either crying or sleeping. I spent nights awake shaking every thought out of my head and all day staring into the distance just seeing my dads horse attacking him. Then one day I snapped out of it and ran downstairs as fast as possible, I grabbed my tack and mounted up onto my pony, Torus, with no saddle. There was a show jumping course still set up, it was grade A and probably way too big for Torus but as we went into the first jump he almost revved with his back legs and flew over the jump cleanly. I then pressed him faster and faster until we were going over each jump at a flat out gallop; that was until my mum heard me. She saw me galloping towards the last jump; it was a big triple bar just like the one which dad fell at. I pressed Torus even faster and then my mum screamed; Torus couldnt be half bothered and swooped over it making a perfect shape. From then on I worked hard and got where I was and now I was back where I was before, on the floor and stuck there.
I flopped onto the floor and saw black all around me. I woke up all of a sudden and I realized that my mum was shouting at me. What is wrong with you, its time for your test! she said and then whisked my off the floor onto the horses back. I then kicked the horse forwards, he responded quickly and walked towards the warm up arena; I hung onto his mane and nudged him into trot. I warmed him up for a few minutes and then realized that the lady standing outside the arena was calling my number. I quickly changed direction and headed towards the arena. Her expression quickly from annoyed to surprised. She smiled and told me about the main rules and how to trot around the arena until the judge rung the bell. When the bell went I started the test as I remembered it but it was so much easier to perform it on this horse instead of the youngster which I had been riding at home. The stallion kept his head on the bit at all times and his paces were immaculate to sit to. At the end of the test we finished with a neat square halt and salute to the judge. I walked him out of the arena and then climbed off him before handing his reigns to the newly employed grooms which mum had hired with my winnings and the money which Torus had made when we sold him. We had also moved away from home to a modern place with amazingly white stables which always seemed to stay that way. It wasnt home for me there but mum seemed to like it so I put up with it, mum was always going on dating sites but people only like her for the money and not for herself. I dragged myself into the horse box and went to sleep in the pull out bed.
~TGG
TGG & Dekka
2012-03-03 17:56:07
Merlander's Herd, A Story Of Loyalty (Part One)
by Horse Gentler
Merlander has a small herd, but when they all are in danger, can she save them?
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A hot August day forced Merlander and her herd into the forest's shade. Merlander loved that place, the peaceful green sheild from the sun buzzed with the liquid notes of bird's songs, the chattering of gray squirrels gathering a variety of spring nuts for the next winter. They would soon gather acorns in the fall. Merlander's herd liked the produce of the forest, too. Many times, they'd stumble across tasty, ripe, spring apples. They would find some delicious, wild blackberries, and, if they were lucky, oranges. These were a favorite of all twenty horses. The sweet, irresistable smell of small, sun-like oranges could be smelled by a horse miles away.
Even in that multi-beauty habitat, the horse herd, especially Merlander, stood out. The most beautiful of the herd was the alpha mare, Merlander herself. She was a 15.3 hands appaloosa with a perfect bay coat, and her rump had seemingly been splashed with snow. Her black legs, ears, muzzle, mane, and tail added the final touch.
Her stallion, Ardeo, was an appaloosa multi-spotted. He was an entire hand taller than her, and was an excellent fighter.
Merlander was pregnant, but she hadnt'd been pregnant for a week, yet. Ardeo could never stop asking her about the foal, either. He asked her what they should name it, the gender, the coat color, and everything one could ask about a foal.
"What's that?!" Windall, a piebald stallion whinnied.
"It's only your imagination," Shadow, whose coat was as black as midnight, snorted. "I strongly object to that," said Crispin, who was as red as a chestnut can be.
"I hear it, too," said Ardeo. "It's not something from an imagination, Shadow, and it isn't a bee, either."
Merlander decided to risk everything and step out of the forest and look around. Once she stepped out, she saw it. A bright red thing, too big to be a bird, and no wings, was coming down towards the meadow. "I'm glad we were in the trees," Merlander thought. She leaped back into the forest, just as she was spotted. Merlander leaped up to her herd. "Run!" she said, "the humans have returned!"
In a flash, all horses were running. It wasn't long before it was clear they were being pursued. "We'll have to jump into the river and swim so we won't leave any trace, just in case they have dogs." Merlander said to Ardeo . He nodded and signalled to the rest of the herd. They swerved to their right and approached the cliff that swept down to the roaring river, below. It would be a dangerous move, for the river was swollen from a recent storm, and sharp rocks could gorge into anything that fell on them. Merlander held her breath as they approached the edge of the cliff. Ardeo led the charge and they leaped into midair. Merlander closed her eyes. They all landed in the river with a splash, and managed to come up. "Oh, bother," Loutus, Windall's mare, whispered to Merlander. Merlander saw why. A pack of dogs was running along the cliff parallel to the river! And there was a drop down where the cliff met the riverbank just ahead! How would they escape this one?
Will Merlander's herd be able to evade the dogs? Will they escape? Find out next month! Horse Gentler
Horse Gentler & West Australian
2012-03-03 18:27:44
The Mighty Stallion - Part 1
mfjd
Once upon a time in the land of Virginia, there lived a mighty black stallion called Moon Dancer. He loved to gallop through the night air with his silky mane, swaying from side to side. The ground shook as he ran into the night! He was the most handsome and daring stallion ever known or ever seen. Every night he would be very sly and sneak down to the forest down on the bottom of the gully. In the forest there lived a stunning dapple-grey mare, Bonnie that Moon Dancer had fallen in love with. To Moon Dancer Bonnie was the most gorgeous mare he had seen in his 9 years of life.
mfjd & Blaze
2012-03-05 09:46:06
I Want My Own Pony!
By - mfjd
Jessica or Jess my 10 year old daughter had wanted a pony ever since she started taking daily riding lessons at our local ride for life centre. Jessica had excelled at the centre but after 12 months of lessons I decided she was experienced enough to care, ride and feed for her own pony.
As it was late November, Christmas was soon approaching. I thought a pony or a horse would be an ideal Christmas present.
I’d been saving for a pony for Jessica for a couple months now. I’d saved over $4000 because I wanted her to have quiet, educated pony.
So one day while Jess was at school and I was surfing the net, I came across this website called Australian Welsh Riding Ponies. I’m a very horsy person but never heard of the breed Welsh Riding Pony. After clicking on the website I discovered it was a new breed to Australia with a Welsh Mountain Pony x an Australian Riding Pony. They are about 13.hh, very broad in the shoulder with a chunky head. On this website it said the ponies had been shown successfully, which was another bonus. The price range depended on the pony but for the average pony, it was $2800. That was a perfect price. The stud was located in Wagga Wagga NSW. The great bit about it was that Wagga Wagga is only a 1 hour drive from the small country town of Temora, which Jessica and I live in.
I clicked on the SALE page it stated that she had a few colts for sale and a roan, broken in, 8 year old mare. Her name was Duchess and she was out of champion, Three Gold Spins. I walked over to the phone to call Sue, the contact person.
I was kind of nervous but didn’t know why.
“Hello my names Christine and I saw that you breed Welsh Riding Ponies and was wondering if you still had Duchess, the 8 year old mare†I said into the cordless phone.
“Yes I do†said the deep voiced lady on the other end of the receiver.
We chatted for a while and then it was arranged, I would pick Duchess up the following week and surprise Jessica.
That same day while Jessica was still at school, I drove to Horse land in Temora to pick out some riding gear for Jess and Duchess.
When I arrived at horse land I noticed there was a big blue sign which read “SPECIALSâ€, I was in luck.
Entering the shop I saw there were heaps of package deals. In one package there was horse gear, but the size was a Shetland.
“Can I help youâ€, a woman behind me asked.
“Yes, do you have Welsh Riding Pony Sizes?†I replied.
“We should do, if we have any in stock they should just be below that green rug over there†said the well spoken woman.
I smiled at her and thanked her. I then went over to the rug and there it was, a package deal for a Welsh Riding Pony. There were colours too, blue, red, pink and purple. It was a hard decision but in the end the colour was purple. I also found the same deal but in riding gear not horse gear.
When the lady scanned the items at the counter it totaled $956. It was a lot of money, but I had bought a saddle which cost $500.
As soon as I arrived home I saw Jessica’s bus turn the corner.
Bustling inside I shoved the gear under my bed and hurried down to our front gate to meet Jess. She showed me a dream horse painting; it was the same colour as Duchess.
The week flew by in a wink of an eye with Jessica’s riding lessons and my boring household chores.
On the Saturday of the following week I told Jess we were going for a SURPRISE drive. All the way to Duchess’s owners place she kept hassling me on where we were going. Jessica was about asleep when I said “where hereâ€. She quickly livened up.
As we entered Jess pointed out stables, ponies and children on horses. When we pulled up we were immediately greeted by a man who had a bushy moustache and really dark long hair that was pulled back by an elastic band. He was wearing blue overalls with a cream Akubra hat shading his crystal blue eyes.
“G’day I’m Jim, how can I help you†he said in a hoarse voice.
“Hi, I’m Christine and I’m here to see Sue about Duchess†I replied.
“Oh yes, Sue mentioned you’d be coming around sometime this week. Sues not here today, she’s up in Tamworth at a horse sale. If you’ll follow me this way, I can show you Duchess†he said back politely.
Jess looked at me with a twinkling eye as if saying did you get me a pony.
Jess and I then followed Jim into the stables and walked to the last one which had sparkling gold lettering with the name DUCHESS on it.
After we had been just standing in front of the stall for a minute or to Jim walked to the side of the stable and grabbed a green lead rope and clicked it onto Duchess’s rainbow headstall.
Then I looked at Jess and said “Merry Christmasâ€. Jess squealed in delight, and then she wrapped her arms around her new pony.
I didn’t own a horse float but the people who owned Duchess let me borrow theirs for an additional price. On the way home all Jess said was “My very own horseâ€. I think she was more in shock than excited.
When Jess and I arrived home, Jessica had not one but two surprises, the horse gear and riding gear. She loved the colours and within half an hour she had tried it all on both her and Duchess.
I didn’t let Jessica ride Duchess for two days because she had to settle in. On the afternoon of the second day after Jessica had finished school she came home to find Duchess saddled up ready for a ride.
When Jessica was dressed she came running out of the house with helmet in hand and a smile that would light up a city.
About 10 minutes later Jessica was already riding Duchess off the lead. She loved it. Duchess had a smooth gait as well as a collected head.
Later at dinner time Jessica asked me if she could enter Duchess in the county fair, 3 weeks away. I agreed but told her she’d have to train hard.
Jessica would be able to enter Duchess in halter, jumping, hacking, sporting classes.
Every afternoon Jessica would ride Duchess for about an hour and a half.
Within a week Jessica was already a pro at jumping and sporting. She also became very talented at leading Duchess around. This meant holding her correctly, making her present herself and teaching her to stand square.
On the Saturday morning of the show, Jessica prepared both her and the horse. She washed and scrubbed Duchess until she shined. She plaited and braided her mane and tail until there was no hair left over.
After Duchess was ready she went inside so she could get ready and for her me to braid her hair.
Because we didn’t own a horse float Jessica would be riding Duchess to the county fair. The show grounds were only five minutes away.
When we arrived Jessica dismounted while I went and filled in some medical and insurance forms. Once I had finished the forms I was giving a number to give to Jessica, stating her ring number. When I went back I heard a beastly voice boom over the loud speaker. It echoed, “Rider 7-8 yearsâ€. I went over to Jessica and told her to mount as she would be in 9-11years which was coming up next. 5 minutes later Jessica entered the ring in a well positioned seat. I couldn’t figure out what the judge was saying but the judge was doing hand movements which indicated a workout. Jessica looked a little uneasy and nervous but I knew she was convinced that she could do it.
In the workout Jess made two faults, 1 for going on the wrong diagonal and the other for forgetting to salute the judge. Out of the 9 riders Jessica got equal 1st which entitled her to go in for champion. The champion classes were at the end of the day, so Jess had to wait. Jess went in her sporting events, showjumping and won “Champion Led Pony of the Fairâ€. It was a great success. Around 3.30 pm the announcer announced for anybody eligible for champion to enter ring 2. There were at least 17 horses in the champion ring. There were Miniatures, Quarter Horses, Riding ponies and all the way up to a 16.2hh Clydesdale. Because there were so many riders as well as equine the judge just called them all in. He then picked 4 equines. Jessica, the Clydesdale and 2 Quarter Horses were picked, the rest were sent out. The judge then asked to see Duchess and the Clydesdale without their saddle on. Jess remembered everything she’d been taught from making Duchess stand square to keeping her attention on the judge. In the end Duchess got Champion of the show with the Clydesdale coming Reserve.
That afternoon Duchess got a big dipper worth of Stud Mix as well as a biscuit of loosen hay, she deserved it.
After the county fair Jessica and I decided we would get Duchess in foal. We found a buckskin Welsh Riding Pony stallion to put over her. After Duchess was tested positive in foal, Jess stopped riding her. Every day Duchess ballooned in size and in May the following year she dropped a red roan colt foal. We named the foal “Three Gold Turner†after Duchess’s father. When Three Gold Turner was 6 months old we weaned and his breaking was started. He had the personality of his mum.
Three Gold Turner was my horse. When he was 3 years old Jess and I went riding down the road almost every day.
At the shows we showed them in pairs and halter classes as well as ridden. Every fair or show Three Gold Turner always beat his mum by a placing. Most shows Three Gold Turner would get Champion Pony with Duchess taking out the Reserve.
The pair of them became well known around the area for there success in showing and gentle nature. Because Three Gold Turner was kept a stallion and not gelded he could produce quality offspring.
mfjd & Blaze
2012-03-06 10:40:15
Mist
Long Ago, in the lands of the middle west, the plains, a young mare was born. they named her mist because of her pure white coat.
many people believe when they see her, she grants a wish to anybody with a pure heart
Many people set off to to find mist but no one knew where to find her except a young girl named jamie who was good and never took anything for granted. One Night a group of men Captured Mist and left her there once they left, jamie set her free, Mist Offered her something in return Jamie refused and left. She said she would offer something that no one would ever had
Couple weeks later Mist had a foal with the same powers except more powerful. She told Jamie she would gave her foal to her cause her times almost up, but help raise her foal. So As the foal grew so did Jamie and since then then they were together no matter what
Juliet199 & jenny
2012-03-11 20:05:50
William, the wild War horse of Equestria-extract
By Angelus
We marched, side by side, with perfect timing. We were all anxious. I could feel my rider tense up upon my back, he was just one of many who did so.
"Good fella" he whispered in my ear, stroking my neck to reasure himself that I was here to help him through the first attack.
We were soon in our battle formation, with Ebony and myself in the lead.
"Hup!"
Our riders drew their swords from their belts.
"Nie!"
They shortened their reins, and tickled us with their spurs, we sat back on our haunches, ready to go.
"CHARGE!"
We surged foward as one, but only three of us made it through to the wood.
The enemy had horrible noisy things. They rattled loudly, 'the death rattle' we called it.
My rider never made it. It was Ebony, his rider, Lil' Jack and I. Three horses and one human out of many. Such a waste of young innocent lives. as we ventured back to our original base, we heard the screams of dying horses, as they were put out of their misery. That was when it struck.
There was a loud bang, and I, being the youngest at only three years of age, galloped away, with fright.
I soon found myself alone, in the battlefield, between two armies. I was doomed. There was only one thing I could do, as they aproched one another, swords and guns at the ready...
Angelus & Angel
2012-03-17 09:44:41
"True Friendship"
by. maddiebaby
Just up the road from my home is a field, with two horses in it. From a distance, each looks like every other horse. But one day I was walking past the field when the horses were at the edge of the fence, & I stopped in front of them. I looked into the eyes of one of the horses, & I discovered that he is blind. The next day I went to his owners house & I asked him about the blind horse. His owner told me that he has chosen not to have him put down, but he has tried to make a good home for him.
The next day I looked outside & saw that someone had put a bell on the other horses halter. I wondered all day why someone would do this. I walked outside next to the fence, & I saw the blind horse following the belled horse around. I realized that the bell lets her blind friend know where she is, so he can follow her.
I stood there for a while watching these amazing horses, watching how she is always checking on him, and that he will listen for her bell and then slowly walk to where she is trusting that she will not lead him astray.
maddiebaby & Harry Styles
2012-03-18 00:45:49
Life
Raindrops point of view
I gulped in my first breath of the cold air, laying on the ground, I open my eyes for the first time, and see, what I guess is my mother standing over my licking me, she was black, or, no, I take that back, I later learned that its called a bay, with the brown body, head, and neck and every thing else is black, my father, was standing off a little ways, pure gray, like iron. It was winter when I was born, that scared my mother a lot, along with the other mares, most foals are born in the spring, and it wasnt spring yet, I was an early one, showing the many foals that were to come that spring. My mothers name is Arrow, my name is Raindrop, and my fathers name is Thunder. Im the first boy baby of Thunder, I will lead after him, but Im two young now.
I had been around for a month, learning every ones name, I liked the mare named Stream the best, she was nice, she was chestnut, with white legs, she was young, one of the youngest mares, but very pretty, but not as pretty as a foal named Sunshine, she was born not to long ago, she is a palomino, with a creamy mane and tail, with a hint of a curl in so its wavy. I like playing with them.
There where strange horses who came up with strange things that my Dam said were humans. We ran and ran from them, Arrow and a few other mares broke off, and ran in to the woods, and hid us, foals, and then went on running. Humans came after them, and they told us not to move, or even make a sound. It was really scary waiting there, stiff like a board, until a weird horses spoke to us.
Get up little ones. His voice rasped. Follow me, your dams will find you, you will be in this field, there they are. The palomino horse told us, we all went racing to our dams, there was a few mares missing, a mare named Sky, Cloud, and Tree were all missing, and my dam said we might never see them again.
After I was weaned from her, still staying close by, she went away, and come back with a black mare, with a white face, behind her eyes, with blue eyes. The foal was a few days old when a mountain lion came, mother saved us, but passed away. The foal, Flash, died from not having milk, and a broken heart.
I snort at the mares in the herd, sticking so close to Thunder, not caring about me, a cute stallion! I flick my tail, and rear up, littler foals leap out of the way and run to their dams, just another pain full memory for me of my Dam, putting my in full care of the lead stallion. Streams the lead mare now, Arrow use to be it. Stream changed from the beautiful mare, to the meanest, snottiest mare Ive ever seen in my year of life.
Lifes not good, I just wish Stream would run off, or I will. Thunder doesnt care, but I want a herd, but there is that stable close by¦ Sunshine has watched me so closely, and been a great friend. I just wish she would go with me, but she wont, she wants me to go with her. Mares¦
Im so close to being a stallion, just a few months now, maybe someday I will be cared for, and loved, in tip top shape, loved tell the end of my life. But Thunder says thats way to big of a wish. But Ill prove him wrong.
Thunder slowly started to stray further from the herd, and his mind slowly wasnt with us any more. He was away for longer periods of time, all leading up to that one night. He told us he wants to be a human horse, living for humans, maybe he will see us, when he will chase us to be human horses too. Stream was heart broken when he left, but she knew he would come back. Days passed, we all were waiting, but he didnt come back.
Sunshine slowly plodded up to me.
Thunder isnt going to come back.
I sighed. Im not ready to take over yet.You are, and with the right lead mare the herd will grow large, and strong.
Will you be that right lead mare?
If that is what you want.
It is.
Then yes, I will.
We must tell the herd.
There were mummers though the horses, shock, happiness, and anger, mostly from Stream, and Grass a dapple gray mare that liked me, and wanted to be lead mare. A black mare stepped forward. Im happy for you Sunshine.
Thanks Darkness, Im sure Light would be too, if he was here.
The black mare nods, and steps back, and we are ready to face what comes next together.
Sunshines point of view
I had been born for a few days, playing in the green grass, and flowers when I saw him for the first time, a gray colt, with black legs, older then me, and a new I liked him. I knew what I looked like, young, and helpless, a stick legged colt, not strong like him. Racing around a beautiful mare, the lead mare, and her name was Arrow.
When he was six months, I was very young, and we liked playing with a chestnut mare named Stream, she was nice and fun. I later learned she was using us, to get to Thunders heart. Raindrop was his favorite kid, his only son. He had many daughters, like Sky and Cloud.
Thunder, just look at her! She could become what Arrow is to you, to Raindrop. My dam nickers to Thunder on day. Thunder never liked me because I was from another stallion, and had his coloring.
She might, but if she disobeys me once, shes gone, out of the herd. The Iron colored stallion says to my dam, all of his words clipped short from anger. He turned away to talk to Raindrop and Arrow, as my dam, cam to me, her light bay coat shining in the sun. She stopped beside me as I lie in the flowers.
My dear, dont worry, Raindrop likes you, even if Thunder doesnt. She whispers over me every night.
I was awakened my noises, many new horses where galloping at us, with really weird things on their backs. We all ran. Arrow, Tree, my dam, and some other mares with foals branched off, hiding us in bushes thick with leaves, I got stuck beside Raindrop, and leaves in my nose, I wanted to snort to bad. But, they told us to be still, not to move, or make a sound, so we waited.
Get up little ones. A rough voice told us. Follow me, your dams will find you. Therere in that field there. The palomino stallion told us, showing us the way.
Thank you sir. I softly say to him and Raindrop leads the foals away.
You have a hard path in front of you, pick the right horse to share that with. You never know what life will bring. He whinnies back, his voice growing softer, before he vanishes.
I race forward, to find my dam.
Sunshine, Im so sorry Arrow says to me, her face sad.
Whats wrong, Lead Mare Arrow. I ask
The people took your dam.
People?
The things on the horses.
Oh. I turn to Darkness, and start crying.
Its spring again, and Raindrops a one and a half year old, Im only one. His mother went away, Raindrop had no clue way, and was worried about her, and kept asking me if she was ok. She showed up again a few days later with a beautiful foal, a black girl with a white face, and blue eyes.
Every one fought so had to keep the mountain lion away when it came, but Arrow died a few days later. Flash, the foal, died from a broken heart, and lack of milk, she just refused to take milk from other mares.
Stream was made lead mare in place of Arrow, who is Thunders favorite mare now, Raindrop has turned to me, being his best friend, I know what hes going through, but I had Darkness to help me through it. Ill think of her as the friend she was, the older sister. Raindrop has asked me to run away with him so many times, but I tell him he has to run away with me. It makes him think through it and stay, thats good.
Thunder has started to leave the herd for a long time, and then show up again, almost sad, and depressed. It wasnt a shocker to me when he said he was going to leave the herd. But it did shock me when he left to be a HUMAN horse. Streams heart broken, and says hes coming back, Raindrop agrees. So we all wait, Raindrop being our lead stallion now.
I walk to Raindrop, feeling so bad for him.
Hes not coming back.
I know.
Your lead stallion.
Yes. I need a lead mare.
Are you ok? I try to get his mind off of lead mares.
Now yes, because you where there for me. I just wish I was there for you when Tree was taken. You never got to meet your father did you.
No, and dont worry about it, Stream was there.
I need a lead mare, will you be that lead mare.
Only if you really want me to be your lead mare.
It is.
Then yes, I will be your lead mare.
We told the herd, most of the mares where happy for me, but Stream was mad about it, and Grass, a dapple gray mare who had her eye on Raindrop just as long as I had was angry too. Shes a good fighter; I cant have her on my bad side.
A black mare, the mare who had helped teach me every thing I new, after Tree was taken. Im happy for you Sunshine.
I dip my head. Thank you Darkness. Im sure Light would be happy too, if he was here. I answer to her. Light being the name she had given my sire, seeing him, and my name, sunlight, light being fitting for him. Darkness had only talked to him once, and he told her that she was to look after me. Darkness backs away, her eyes shining.
Together we are ready to face any thing. That is what Raindrop told me later that day, but I never told him that I was working with Darkness to try and find my sire, to meet and hopefully he would be happy for me.
chelsea2 & Irish
2012-03-20 02:55:27
Silver King
by laniheartshorses
The door behind me was yanked open, and I bolted out backwards into harsh sunlight. I ran for a few feet and then stopped. "Calm down," I told myself. "Think. First, this blindfold needs to come off." I started rubbing my head against my leg, but I heard the people coming. My head came up and I started lashing out in every direction with tooth and hoof. I got one, who fell to the ground with a satisfying Oof! and a thud. After that, they were wary enough of me to stay away for long enough for me to remove my blindfold. Now, I was ten times more dangerous. I glared at them with fire in my eyes and anger in my heart. I charged the one nearest, and he backed up and ran. I chased the rest of them back to the truck and then I realized I was in a small pen with high sides. Higher than I could jump. We were out in the middle of the woods, where no one would ever find me until they let me be found. Suddenly, my predicament sank in. I was a pampered show horse trapped in a rough-and-tumble field, with no way to escape. I was stolen. I was trapped. I was terrified. But I couldnt let them know that. I raised my head high, and recalled my birth name, the one my mother gave me. "Silver King, you will do great things," were the first words she said to me. Silver King. That is what she called me. And that is what these meddlesome humans would learn to fear me as. I was a King, regal and powerful, and they would fear my reign. I was Silver, not the soft, bending kind mare-humans wore for decorations, but the Silver of steel, of ice. I was the Silver King, and I would reign with an iron fist and a cold heart. I trumpeted my defiance, even though I knew my fate. I knew I was trapped and powerless. But they need only know that no matter what they did, they would never control me in the way they wanted to. I was in charge here, and theyd best learn that fast. I charged the trailer, stopped short before the fence, and stared the traitorous mare-human straight in the eyes and breathed my breath in her face. "You will never beat me," I told her. I knew she couldnt speak horse, but the thought was clear. "You do not own me, and never will."
This is Club Pony Pals, the official Pony Pals game and virtual horse world. Here you can adopt, ride and care for the pony you always wanted. Our site is based on the Scholastic books about three girls by Jeanne Betancourt.
