More wild than even a Stallion ~open~

[Desert]

{Earlier that week}

A trailer fit for two as they drove down the road. She was being taken away, again. Beside her was a taller bay mare. One that let the humans touch her. Spirit would have none of that touching. Nor being crammed in a metal box with this other horse. She was stuck in there for a while, not knowing what time it was. Or where she was.

Instanity was so close. She kicked madly at the back of the moving box. London tried to keep her distance. But an enraged mustange snapped at her constantly. Her new stablemate was too kind. She finally gave up after three hours of fighting. She lay into the straw, her legs pulled under her so she could stand in an instant. She actually lay her chin on the ground. Her eyes closing slowly. A little nap wouldn't hurt.

London stood beside her. Looking down at this strange new mare. She wasn't easy to be with. Always fighting and kicking. Spooking and biting. London's withers had a nip. It wasn't bad, but it hurt. Ira let them out every few hours at a rest place. He had two grown men, and his agent hold the large mustang in place so she couldn't run off. Both horses got groomed and the trailer was cleaned out. Then, back on the road.

It took two day to get to Kentucky. Another three hours to get to Shady Lane. Spirit began to get frisky. Pacing in the long trailer. London stayed out of her way. This mare was even crazier than a stallion. Damn, that mare killed a stallion. If London was going to keep her racing career, then she'd have to keep out of Spirit's way.

The two worn out horses were led to a large green pasture. London took to the grass. While Spirit exploded as soon as the gate was closed. Ira left them with a smile then headed off toward the race track. London whinnied at him, wanting to go, too. But he was got in his car and left. Spirti screamed her head off. Kicking and bucking. She ran around the huge area of grass.

She galloped hard, wanting to get out! Yes, this place was nice and had lots of grass, but a fence surrounded her. She couldn't live behind a fence! She was a wild Mustang! Didn't these people understand that! She charged at London.

The tall mare bolted for her life. She was definantly faster. She overtook Spirit in a heart beat. The wild mare squealed in rage and charged at a curious gelding in the pasture beside her. This gelding was different though. It had stripes! Did that mean he was more wild than her? She wailed loudly and rared at him. Kicking out with her hooves. The tall gelding reared too. Only an inch taller than her.

His whinny sounded like a hic-up! He wasn't a horse. He was a zebra! No, he couldn't be a zebra. Zebra's were black and white. He was brown and black. And too big to be lion food. He kicked back out at her in defence. Spirit dropped back to Earth, turning so fast she was a blur. Her legs launched out hard and she kicked him in the chest. He pinned his ears and backed away. He turned tail and ran off. Tripping once. More horses stood in a tight group there. All of them looking at her.

They were a herd! She didn't have a herd. She watched at a very big stallion came toward her. He was VERY big. He looked about eighteen hands. Spirit pinned her ears and screamed at him to leave her. The stallion simple looked at her with fire filled brown eyes. She bellowed angrily at the massive stallion.

It looked as if he could step over the fence. So could Spirit. She pumped her legs. Then flew over the fence like it was no problem. Time to get free. The stallion behind her screamed in rage and came after her. In three strides he was there. Spirit moved faster toward the herd. She knew how to gather a few horses and break them away from the herd. She'd make a good cutter

A grey mare and a yearling came into sight. The mare pushed her foal away and reared at Spirit. The mustang reared, too. Their hooves began to beat against each other. There was another stallion, a black one. The huge bay stood. Along with the rest of the herd. There was another mare. A spotted one. She screamed and came at Spirit. The fighting wild mare turned on her and kicked her in the shoulder. The grey mare swung her neck to the side and ramed into Spirit's barrel.

She wailed in pain, now fighting against two mares. Even though the spotted one backed off a little. Only batting at her with her hooves. The grey one kept fighting to protect her yearling. The large black stud screamed for his mum. Spirit didn't like other mares at all. She didn't like many horses. BAck in the wild she was always fighting the lead mare in her band.

This mare had a foal, which made Spirit hate her more. She needed to get rid of this blood lust. How else but a fight. The reared, hooves clashing, teeth bared and ears pinned. Finally Spirit got the better of this grey mare. Biting her neck and kicking her flanks and underbelly at times, when she could reach.

The other horses could only watch as the mare went down. Spirit wasn't done yet. She struck her so many times. Then. She reared and braught both front feet down on the grey mare's ribs. She didn't last long then.

Spirit then went for the colt. The young horse was immature. He nickered softly then reared and screamed. He had no clue what he was doing. Still, he was wise enough to run to the other side of the pasture. Followed by the spotted mare and black stallion. The gelding took off in a run, but the huge stallion stayed. His eyes filled with blind rage toward the wild mare.

She just killed Mourn! She. Just. Killed. Mourn. Even though she was a mare. She was going down! Khan reared and screamed at her. The mustang was brave. She turned and kicked his chest. Khan came down and trotted around the mare. Nipping at her flanks. She kicked over and over. Turning she bit Khan's shoulder. The massive stud pushed her. Putting his weight into her.

She bolted from his clutches and charged away toward the next pasture. No, wait! That was Black's pasture. Khan screamed for her to come back. Who knew what Black would do to a wild mare. She went over the fence without a sound and charged into its depths.

Have to get out! Have to get out she told herself through her racing heart. She galloped across this new pasture. It smelled of pregnant mares, ones she wanted to kill. Yet she saw no horses. A fence still surrounded her. Blood covering her sorrel frame. Her flanks hurt but, she was used to this kind of pain. She kept running. Another fence came at her. She jumped, but her leg got caught. With a yowl of pain. She went down to the side. She was free and her leg was too, but she hurt.

She knew she needed help. With a pained whinny, she cried out to any horse that could at least help her. She stumbled to her feet then went back down.

[.x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N|]

an equine as heartless and ruthless as any possessed demon ruled this vast pasture, so many acres dedicated to him and his small band of mares. and just now, he was herding the mares past the tall, shady oak tree and onward towards the downward sloping hill. he drove even the two heavily pregnant mares, venus and archangel hard. melody, who was yet to be breeded with, was the head mare of this herd. she was in the front, leading the two other mares on. the big black stallion let out an angry clarion call. his teeth struck and made deep marks in venu's flank. she whinnied in agony and pain. they weren't safe! they were going too slow and they weren't safe! they were surrounded by stallions of which he did not like.

venus shot ahead, even though she was heavier with foal than archangel. the buckskin mare may have been older than the young venus, but she was in the prime of her life at 6 years of age. archangel didn't did a bite from her stallion, her leader. with a piercing whinny of fright, she sped on ahead to once again pull even with venus, who was right on melody's tail. the massive beast behind them was growing more furious. and his wrath was horrible and venemous. his muscled pistons moved to an even faster pace, his strides becoming impossibly long and his breathing was still regular and even. he wasn't even lathering. he wasn't even blowing. he had the lungs of a racehorse and the endurance of an arabian. he could keep up a blazing pace for hours.

but unfortunately, his mares could not. as melody began to tire, black whinnied a sharp command. melody slowed dramatically as she approached the upcoming brooke that cut across the pasture. the grass, even though thick and lucious everywhere, was priceless in it's taste here...and the water was clear and cold, a nice contrast to the summer heat. as the mares stopped, archangel and venus were heaving and melody was reasonably blowing hard. they had raced over a mile in less than two minutes. for horses that weren't trained for speed and were either pregnant or could run at high speeds for such a limited time, that was a push, a harsh stretch on bodily functions.

on the contrary, black's body was mildly warm and that was only from the summer sun's rays on his deep onyx coat, not even from the run. he snorted as he watched his mares drink the water in slight amounts. they knew when to quit drinking so as not to get colic. whinnying to melody, he came up to her and blew hot air into her face. she nudged his muzzle, and then bowed her head demurely. black regarded her for a moment and then gave a sudden blast. he walked by her, his satin smooth coat brushing against hers. a small breeze whipped through the land and black turned to have it full in his face. a smell, very intriguing as it was, entered his flared nostrils...but no familiar smell of sun-warmed skin and roses.

he gave a subtle whinny that sounded more like a whimper. the breeze continued to roll by his nares with his audits pricked. that smell he sought out never came by the time the breeze ended. heaving a sigh, black's burning gaze flickered towards horse flying across his pasture. immediately, he took pursuit, calling back to his mares, for them to stay. his strides lengthened and soared over any and every obstacle in his way. it didn't take him long at all for him to get to the caught mare. she smelled different. that much was obvious. the obsidian beast whistled angrily. she was on his land! she was his. if she was his, and she was in pain, then he needed to help.

hearing her cry, the huge stag approached, a loud whinny enamanating from his throat. "stay. don't move." the stud came closer and began to prod at her injury with lighter-than-feather touches. after his investigation, he looked down at the mare. she needed to soak her injury in water. surely she knew that. the wild stallion's muscles rippled as he rounded her, guiding her at a slower pace than normal towards a small pond, still a great distance away from his three other mares. he had no wish for her to meet melody, venus, or archangel.

[Desert]

She could hear a whinny. One from a stallion. She had no means for stallions. This one was big and black. Too big for her almost sixteen hands. She stumbled to her feet at his prodding. Why was he helping her? When she lived in the wild. A mare went down. A stallion nudged her. She refused to budge, then. The stallion had no choice but to move the rest of his mares along. Leaving the injured horse to die alone.

It was the way of the wild. This stallion seemed feral, but, he didn't know the ways of the wild. She'd teach him. She'd teach him what a Mustang could do. She was a strong, surefooted horse. She moved slowly. Her ears pinned. Everytime he came to close with his herding. She aed her teeth and spun around and attemped to bite. She was slower than normal, but she moved at a steady limping pace.

Her leg felt alright. Her flanks were searing pain. She could smell other mares. Pregnant ones. She froze, her ears flat against her skull. She didn't like pregnant mares. She spent alot of time with them in th mountains. She whinnied angrily. Pregnant mares were a disaster waiting to happen. She backed away from Black, being experianced with herding. She moved fast. Her head high. She squealed at him to go away! Who needed stallions? She glared hard at him. Her teeth bared.

She whinnied, calmer now. Suddenly confused. One ear slanted forward. "Why are you helping me?" she nickered harshly. She gave PMS a new name. Persnickety Mare Syndrome. She planted her feet and refused to move. The fire in her eyes deadly. She wold strike at him if he urged her on without an answer.

Her tail was raised in a threatening manner, her ears perked forward a little but, still low. Her head was low and her teeth were slightly bared. She stomped a hoof, getting irritated. She threw her head and managed to rear. "ANSWER ME!"

She could hear Spirit's angry cries toward a stallion. A STALLION? Damn, Mustangs get all the fun. She whinnied loudly in attempt to get the mare's attention. Even though she was two pastures down. She didn't care if the stallion heard "IS HE HOT?" That was a simple enough question. But this champion racer was...curious. The stallions at the track loved her! She always beat them in a race, but that didn't matter. She trotted back and forth across the fence. Getting odd looks from the horses on the other side. Once a buckskin stallion came and trotted with her. Then he looked at her and loped back to his herd.

Moon stood over his dam. The dead mare bleeding. Being a younger horse, he never seen a dead horse before. He nudged her and nickered for her to stand. This was that time they grazed together under the oak tree at the bottom of the hill. This was the time she bickered with one of the stallions. He prodded her flanks, knowing that was her pet peeve and she would scold any horse who did that.

His beautiful dam was dead. He knew now that she wasn't going to get up. She couldn't get up. Moon touched his muzzle to her shoulder then silently walked away. His head low. Syra wasn't going to be happy. One by one. The herd moved toward Mourn. Each touched her shoulder, nickered softly then walked their seperate ways. Khan was the lead stallion here. All the others knew to obey him. They were like a bachelor band, but ther remained now one mare, but she was a tomboy. Besides, she had only one stallion, and that was Storm.

Storm was lower when it came to rankings in the herd. He kept to himself. He didn't like other horses except Pain and Breeze. Now, Breeze. He was second in command. Even to the bigger, Legend. The palomino spent his time watching other horses on the other side of the fence. As if her were waiting for someone. Moon trotted over to Black's fence, hearing the murderer of a mare scream at him. Well, he hoped that Black slaughtered the mare.

[.x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N|]

black looked at the mare as they came ever toward the round pond that was available and full of cold water. she was aggressive. just like him. how wonderful. hellfire was in his eyes as he paraded dispassionately around her. he had no real need for her. if she turned out to be a nuisance, she would be eliminated like a nuisance. but for now, she was such an interesting creatures! his brown eyes scanned over her body, pleased with such a strong mare with amazing vitality and a tight conformation. but he was a stallion. he was the black at that. the stallion blatantly showed his displeasure at her hormonal reactions. he had done nothing to her, as of yet. and his hot temper and high-strung persona would not let him take the disrespect so shoved at him by this impetuous little mare.

when she struck out to bite, his head snaked away and arrived near her cheek. his ears were pinned to his crown and his teeth were bared, his tail high. he didn't strike. didn't want to. he just wanted to get the point across. she was a female. he was a male. she was to respect and obey him. as he gave her due respect back. then, he took back his head, to hold it at that normal height which displayed great dignity and defiance and dominance and looked at her with the same fire she held in her own eyes. he gave her a throaty whicker back. "you're in pain, yes?" he took a step closer to her, his muscles rippling even in such a small action.

another reply escaped him; it was impatient. "i will help you! trust me." the stud's simple reply held so much strength and power, so much meaning. he gave a light nicker and pressed on, his hard sinew rolling and moving fluidly as he came even closer. his eyes were still wrought with that flaming intensity and his ears were lowered into a 45 degree position, not quite pricked but not pinned down either. black was a strict and vigilant leader. he fought hard to protect all that he had, or rather, he would fight hard to protect all that he had. he was no nonsense. besides...he had no love to him anymore. his mistress left him with his heart in her hands.

there was no reason to leave this mare. she was willing to survive. and that's all that was needed in the end. if the mare was strong enough and could support her own weight, then she was safe and worthy of his mercy, his protection. if she could not even get up....well, she became food for the vultures. he had no regard for weaker creatures, though the great stallion had the sense to understand, no matter how minutely he did realize it, that not all equines, all stallions for that matter, were not equal to him, not of his own caliber. he had answered her query. now, if the femme weren't so stubborn, she might actually get on her way to healing her injured leg! the stallion's ears suddenly pricked at a distant call. the pastures were huge. shady lane had provided more than enough acreage per pasture. and this call was two pastures away.

but nonetheless, his acute hearing picked it up effortlessly. and without hesitation, the stallion's lungs filled with air and he let out a piercing scream. ah, yes. he was a handsome prospect. that much was easy to tell. he looked back at the mare. he had noticed the blood on the mare long ago. but now the sudden call from another mare lit his intrigue to another level. it was not the mare's blood, well the majority of it....who did the crimson liquid belong to? he flared his nostrils, bringing in the scent. she smelled of a mare in the pasture next to his. his cruel mind put together the puzzle. she had killed mourn. that demonic fire rose within his eyes, even more so than the past moments. this one would keep him on his toes.