Feral Heart
FeralHeart Roleplay => Forum Based Roleplay => Animal & Non Human Roleplays => Topic started by: wolfgirl56 on June 27, 2011, 07:07:24 pm
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NOTE: This RP takes place in Wyoming and other states in the West, but don't go too far in it, because I don't want to see a horse in California or Washington, or Canada, now that would be weird, so please keep your working horses, wild horses, any other horses, in realistic places of the West like Idaho, Wyoming, or Montana. The wild horses live in Wyoming, but your horse can live in Idaho or Montana.
The Story:
Many people thought wild horses wouldn't live anymore. They believed they lived in the 1800's or the late 1900's. They were proven wrong. There was one horse and a herd, that lived. This is her story.
If you are joining, this is the joining app.
Name:
Nickname (optional):
Breed of Horse:
How Many Hands High:
Color:
Picture (optional)
Type of Horse (This is what your horse is, like a wild horse, a working horse, a horse on a ranch):
RP Sample:Rules:
1. Don't be a godmodder, a Mary Suer/Gary Suer, or a powerplayer. They make things silly and unrealistic. >.<
2. If you are joining, please fill in your RP sample, this is somewhat a literate RP, so please fill it in to be accepted.
3. Don't be a mate beggar, there are little kids watching. You can have a foal, but don't post you and another horse mating, I don't want to hear how. It takes time for love to grow, too.
4. I'm used to an active rp, so if you are active a few times a week, that's appreciated. If you are not active for a week or more, you will be kicked from the group.
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Name: Starr
Nickname: Stella, Star, Stellar, Night, Midnight, Twilight (Not the series xD)
Breed of Horse: Andalusian
Color: Black
Picture: (http://www.horseclicks.com/photos/horses/10/13/57829-1-x.jpg) (Except she doesn't have the bridle thingy)
Type of Horse: Wild horse
How tall: 15 hands high
RP sample: Starr raced one of the stallion's in her herd, her tail and mane flying in the wind, her hoofbeats growing faster every few minutes. She neighed to him, "Can't you go a little bit more faster?" The stallion just simply got faster and was a few inches in front of her. "Ha-ha, taste my dust!" the stallion said. This, in return made Starr a bit angry, but she was a fast runner, she could probably beat him. She went faster, and was a few inches away and in front of the stallion. "Heh heh, who's eating dust now?" Starr laughed. They both stopped and rested for a few minutes. Their hooves and legs were a bit numb. "Good race, there." Starr panted. "Yeah." the stallion said.
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Name: Kay
Nickname (optional):
Breed of Horse: American Quarter Horse
How Many Hands High:16.1
Color: Blue Roan
Picture (optional)
(http://www.kbarjquarterhorses.com/images/CWFContinentalKing4.jpg)
Type of Horse: Former Show Horse. She is now wild. There was a storm, and her ranch was destroyed. In fear, she ran into the valleys. She was a jumper and eventer.
RP Sample: Kay was running along with the herd. Sometimes she thought about the weight of a rider on her back, and the jumps she had mastered, but this was much better. Running with the herd. She looked over at the chestnut stallion who had been watching her lately. She snorted at him and galloped on. Freedom was hers.
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Accepted!
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:p Thanks
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Do you want to wait for a few more peeps?
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Name: Diablo
Breed of Horse: Arabian
How Many Hands High: 15.1
Color: Pure Black
Picture (http://i56BannedImageSite/1z1gwoy.jpg)
Type of Horse Wild
RP Sample: Diablo proudly lead the herd with his father, hoping one day he would become the leader of the herd. His ears flickered happily at the sound of hooves clamping hard on the ground. The uncovered sun beat down on his smooth, shining black canvas, and his silky black mane swayed up in the air. There were no clouds in the sky, and he knew this was just another exciting day, waiting to become leader.
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Name: Dawn's Dusk
Nickname (optional): Dawn, Dusk, K, Awn.
Breed of Horse: Gypsy Vanner
How Many Hands High: 16 hands.
Color: I don't really know. A dappled Buckskin?
Picture: (http://inlinethumb02.webshots.com/7105/2658536130088779953S600x600Q85.jpg)
Type of Horse (This is what your horse is, like a wild horse, a working horse, a horse on a ranch): Wild, used to be a ranch.
RP Sample: Dawn paused, flicking her ears. She snorted in dismay, standing on her looking rock. They were coming, the ones that stood on two-legs. They were coming, to steal her family. They were coming to steal her back. She turned back, and ran for her life. Her feathering's flew, as did her mane and tail as she struck heavy steps upon the ground. She gulped, the air racing in her lunges. Soon her herd came into her eyes, she prayed it wasn't to late...
{Also an Arabian standing at 16 hands is like..Well lets say a pony reaching the size of a horse. Arabians can only go up to 15.1 hands.}
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(Oh, k. Not really that much of a horse fan.)
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Accepted both.
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Are we gonna start rp?
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sure, people may join later.
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Name: Ashes
Nickname (optional): Ash
Breed of Horse: Andalusian
How Many Hands High: 16
Color: Gray, white, black
Picture (optional) (http://cache2.allpostersimages.com/p/LRG/21/2144/SOBCD00Z/posters/walker-carol-grey-andalusian-stallion-trotting-in-snow-longmont-colorado-usa.jpg)
Type of Horse (This is what your horse is, like a wild horse, a working horse, a horse on a ranch): Wild
RP Sample: The mares hooves brushed against the ground. She slowed to a trot, she glances at the stallion nearby. And boy was he fine. She grins and trots over to him smiling "Bet I could beat you to that tree over there." "Your on." He said. They ready themselves, a slight breeze ruffled her long silvery mane, giving it a slight glitter. The ground rumbled under their powerful hooves, grass and dust being flurried up from the ground. Long grass whipped at her legs. They grow closer to the tree, she was in the lead. She winnies truimphently as she reached the tree before him. Her legs felt like jello. She stands there panting while the male smirked "I let you win." "Yeah right" Ash neighed "Race you back to the herd!" The stallion winnied.
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Name: Kay
Nickname (optional):
Breed of Horse: American Quarter Horse
How Many Hands High:16.1
Color: Blue Roan
Picture (optional)
(http://www.kbarjquarterhorses.com/images/CWFContinentalKing4.jpg)
Type of Horse: Former Show Horse. She is now wild. There was a storm, and her ranch was destroyed. In fear, she ran into the valleys. She was a jumper and eventer.
RP Sample: Kay was running along with the herd. Sometimes she thought about the weight of a rider on her back, and the jumps she had mastered, but this was much better. Running with the herd. She looked over at the chestnut stallion who had been watching her lately. She snorted at him and galloped on. Freedom was hers.
I hope you dont mind, but may I change my character?
Name: Ray
Nickname (optional): R, Ray-Ray(Note: She hates this.)
Breed of Horse: Quarter Horse(75%) x Andalusian(25%).
How Many Hands High: 16
Color:Palomino
Picture (optional):
(http://www.animationsource.org/sites_content/spirit/upload/articles/stallion1.png)
Type of Horse (This is what your horse is, like a wild horse, a working horse, a horse on a ranch): Wild.
RP Sample: Ray trotted along the river bank. She paused and got a drink. When she finished, she held her head up and looked around. A stallion was walking her way. She snorted and looked at him. The roan stopped in front of her, and smirked. "I bet the cross bred cant jump the river!" Ray shook her head, ans walked away. She stopped about 15ft away from the river and turned around. The roan was backing up, waiting. R galloped toward the water, leaping at the perfect moment. She leaped and landed on the other side, grinning at the roan. "Bet the purebred cant jump the river!" She leaped back over and galloped with the pack.
Other: Her father (Andalusian x Quarter Horse) was a large, 16.2 black show horse. He did not escape, but her mother did. Ray's mother was a Bay Quarter Horse. There was a storm when Ray was a small foal. Her father and been away at a show, and wasnt there. Ray's mother led her away into the wild. She doesnt remember the ranch.
Mother: (Deceased)
(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRIcL0wq5YyAjWC0J6qPjjrg7ybTT8-H4EQnc9Wc6MmHm3i3JCALA)
Father:(Unknown)
(http://blogimg.com/docisin/stallion-running.jpg)
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Accepted, and it's fine ^^
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Name: Kirah
Nickname: Ki, Kira
Breed of Horse: Arabian
How Many Hands High: 15.3
Colour: Silver
Type of Horse: A Feisty Wild Mare
RP Sample: She looked around at her new home and shook her mane. She whinnied out to see who was all there and gave and slight buck. She snorted and bolted off as fast as her legs could go. She raced down the hill and over the valley's. She stopped on top of a mountain, reared and whinnied loudly. Her whinny echoed through the valley.[/glow]
picture: http://img121.imageshack.us/img121/8569/32801368.jpg (http://img121.imageshack.us/img121/8569/32801368.jpg)
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Accepted Water.
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Can we start soon?
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Name: Sarla
Nickname (optional): Sar
Breed of Horse: Arabian jumper
How Many Hands High: 15.2
Color: all pure white. Mane and tail are pitch black.
Picture: (http://www.ultimatehorsesite.com/images_colors/buckskinpale.jpg)
Type of Horse: Wild
RP Sample: Sarla walked through the fields looking around. Once she was sure she wouldn't be bothered she began grazing the field. The sun light made a sheam on her skin and once she pulled her head back she snorted and shook her black, flat mane. She then continued walking flicking her black, flat tail occasionally. She then swiftly changed from a walk to a trot which became a run as she raced off towards the hills and leaving the spot she grazed behind.
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Accepted, and yes. We can start.
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Sarla walked into the field and began grass. She lifted her head up here and there to look around for predators but continued grazing.
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The Quarter Horse roamed about, looking for a patch of clover. R shook her mane and found a bit of clover. She took a quick look around and began to graze, looking around every few seconds.
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How Many Hands High: 17.1
((OOC:I just realized how tall you are :o Cant arabs only get to 15.2??)
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Ashes glanced at the ground, a nice patch of fresh green grass was grown. Right under her powerful hooves. "Maybe just a bite..." Her massive head leans down and nibbles on the yummy grass. Her stomach growled happily as she continued eating. "Hey you dumb horse! Stop eating my grass!!! C'mon GET!!" The old two-legged man yelled. His stubbly chin frowning. Blue eyes glare at him, she rustles her hooves and lets out a ruffle of hair through her nose. Walking away she angrily left hoove prints in the mud. "I just wanted to eat!" She quickens to a canter, her powerful hooves hitting the ground. Her strong and agile legs quicken at every step. She was fast, real fast.
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Dawn snorted, flicking her long tail. She stop on her rock, it wasn't hers but she stood there every day. She watched her herd graze and frowned. To many mares, and only one stallion. Foals would be less un-likely this year. She knew that was the way of a normal herd, but well they weren't normal were they? She sighed, and turned around trotting down her rock. She lay down, fore-legs slightly under her and hind-legs stretched to the side.
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Ray trotted down away from the clover to join with the rest of the herd. She slowed to a walk and began to graze. After a while, she put her head up and looked about.
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Starr walked over to her mother, Lily's Ocean, otherwise know as Lily or Ocean. "Mom, last night I heard some strange sounds. It was like a low whistling sound." Starr whinnied. "Oh?" Lily's Ocean nickered. "Maybe tonight I can go see what it is!"[/color] Starr snorted. "Uh uh uh." said a male's voice. Starr turned her ear over to see her father, Blaze. "Uh..hey dad." Starr said. The look on Blaze's face was a unpleased expression. "What did you just say, Stella?" Blaze neighed harshly but slightly confused. "But Dad, just-" Starr said, but Blaze interupted, "Uh uh uh. Starr, you cannot go to the whistling sound and the fire." This made Starr a bit more curious. "What do you mean by a whistling sound and fire?" Starr asked, slowly walking over to her father with a heavy hoof beat. Blaze's eyes shined at Starr, and his black body, turning darker from the sun as Starr walked up to him. "Starr," Blaze said, he sighed, and continued his sentence. "As a mare of this herd, you can't leave this herd unattended. What will happen if you do leave?" Starr twitched her ears around and said to her father, "You can take over! You were the lead stallion." Blaze's shining eyes turned into fury. "Was, Starr." Blaze reminded Starr. "You cannot leave the herd unless it was something really important to protect this herd." Starr was starting to get very angry. "Fine." Starr snorted in anger. She went off to graze. "Your father is right, Starr." Lily said. "I don't care, I just want to see what it is."
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{{Guys just suggesting. Don't roleplay with yourselves. Or else were all gonna have nothin' to do XD}}
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(I'll try to be more... rping with everyone.)
Sarla flicked her ears at a whistling sound and raised her head. In the distance was a camp and a bonfire in the middle. "This can't be good." She said and looked forward to where the herd was and racing towards them to warn them.
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Name: Midnightstar
Nickname (optional): Star, Middy, Midnight (shes hates the nickname middy. If she finds anyone saying that o.o'' that would be a terrible thing)
Breed of Horse: Unknown
How Many Hands High: 7.7
Color: Calico
Picture: http://media.photobucket.com/image/calico%20colored%20horse%20pictures/Paintkrazy51505/colt2.jpg (http://media.photobucket.com/image/calico%20colored%20horse%20pictures/Paintkrazy51505/colt2.jpg)
Type of Horse (This is what your horse is, like a wild horse, a working horse, a horse on a ranch): wild
RP Sample: The colt ran to a small forest. Some say it was a paradise in living ****, to the colt, this was her home. Once, there was nothing here until humans digged for oil in the ground where a beautiful, sparkling lake is now. They hit a small waterstream. First, it was a small puddle, , but it grew ito a pond, which then grew into a lake. The water is continuos, so every droplet that gets evaporated is replaced. Trees grew their, grass, and bushes.
Other: Her mother, herself, and her father escaped from the clutches of humans into the little paradise. She watched her mother die from arrows. Her father died trying to protect his only daughter. Midnight was the only surviving member of her family. She is trying to find the herd and take them to the forbidden paradise, where grass is plentoful, and no indians exsist, or any traps. No predators exsist there, because only birds who hav adapted to the surrounding live there.
theme song- the call and break away- Lyrics: The Call by Regina Spektor: Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7uoC-YTQy8#ws) and Kelly Clarkson - Breakaway - Lyrics (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=viFyQZ80kgg#)
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(Your accepted, and is Midnight Star a colt or a filly?)
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(waits which ones a baby, XD its been so long since i've done a horse rp)
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(Both are babies, Colt is male foal and Filly is female foal. Sorry for answering for you Crystal.)
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(filly is what MidnightStar is)
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Name: Storm
Nickname: none
Breed of Horse: Arabian
Color: Blood bay
Picture: (as she appears in game)
(http://i919.photobucket.com/albums/ad40/Andria_Wolf/FH-Hwin.png)
How she would look if she were real,
(http://i919.photobucket.com/albums/ad40/Andria_Wolf/Hwinn.jpg)
Type of Horse: Wild horse/Her pregnant mother escaped from a ranch, but was later captured, leaving Storm behind.
How tall: 15 hands high
RP sample: The wind seemed different today. The air was warm and charged and she could feel a deadly calm hovering over the valley. She arched her neck and shivered as a chilly blast of air roared around her flank. Her White mane violently flared like a roaring flame, just before the wind died down again. She snorted and gazed at the ashen sky as clouds from east and west rolled toward each other like angry stallions competing for ownership of her herd. She knew what to do, for the big winds were coming to her valley.
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Name: Heather
Nickname: Hea
Breed: Paint
Height: 15.4
Color: Cherry roan, with a white overo and blanket (Overo, not covering head, just the chest area. Blanket, only on the rear end, not a real blanket.)
Type: Wild
Rp sample: The wild mare blinked at a handsome arabian stallion. She just looked on and blinked. To many handsome stallions to choose from. None I can see are interested or don't have a mate. She thought. Then she sighed. Thinking is hopeless. I'll have to ask. Then the shy, frisky mare trotted up to the stallion, and asked in a whisper, "Do you like me?" And he replied, "Yes."
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(Accepted)
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name:blaze
breed:arabian
colour:dark chestnut
type of horse: fast, spirited horse.
height:15 hands high.
RP sample: balze cantered up then hill, her rider heavy on her back. As her rider pulled her to a halt on top of the hill blaze pricked her ears at a noise she was familer with. Then she saw them, the wild herd as they galloped across the valley. Blaze had always wanted to be in a herd and so she reared, thrashing her hooves in the air, her rider clung on though so before blaze even had her front hooves on the ground she lept in a buck throwing her rider and galloped to join the wild herd.
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Name: Moonfire
Gender: Mare
Nickname (optional): Moon, Fire, Mustang
Breed of Horse: 50% Rocky Mountain Horse x 50% American Quarter Horse
How Many Hands High: 15. 3
Color: Very dark (nearly black) chocolate brown, pure white mane and tail, star above blaze on face, rare blue eyes
Picture: (http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f212/firepony308/rockymountainhorse2.jpg)
Type of Horse: Wild horse living on a ranch in Montana; captured in an adoption roundup
RP Sample:
The chocolate mare loosed a high-pitched whinny to the wind as she reared, landing with a thud and beginning to buck slightly around the more open training corral. She hated being confined, but this new fenced area was better than the stall the humans had placed her in for the night.
Soon the trainer entered the corral, wearing his thick blue jeans, light blue button-down top, work boots and beige cowboy hat. In his callused right hand was a rope and bridle.
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((Sorry, but not accepted. This rp is closed at the moment.))
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(( Oh, wow, I didn't even look at the date of your last post, Crystal o_o
I was just looking at the date of the most recent post, which was by lauren. Sorry about that xD ))
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Name: Fly
Nickname (optional): Windy
Breed of Horse: Unknown, bred from unknown stallion and mare.
How Many Hands High: 15
Color: Black and white
(http://lakeridgegypsy.com/images/Gypsy_Vanner_Horses_Ster8581-37.jpg)
Type of Horse (This is what your horse is, like a wild horse, a working horse, a horse on a ranch): Wild
RP Sample: Fly trotted over to a spring, running was fun yet tiring. A cold sweat plastered her hair to her body, so the mare sucked up water in great gulps until she was satisfied. Fly snorted before looking for the tender nubs of fresh leaves she adored greatly.
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Sorry DJ, this RP has been closed since March. xD
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Dang.... Should edit 'accepting' out of the title.
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Name: Firedancer Mare
Breed of Horse: Appaloosa
How Many Hands High: 15.1
Color: Brown With Spots on butt
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Name: StormSoul
Nickname: Moon, Fire, Storm, Night
Breed of Horse: Arabian
How Many Hands: 16
Color: Black with white mane, and scars from a wolf attack
Type:Wild
RP sample:
StormSoul galloped across the half-bridge, trying to escape the greedy humans that were after her. Suddenly, a band of mean-looking rangers started directing their horses twoards her. She looked to her left. The canyon wall was looking higher than ever. She leaped onto a ledge. The rangers now had her surrounded. It took all of her effort to leap over the dusty, worn-out men. StormSoul let out a neigh of victory. She had escaped the human's evil once again.
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This is CLOSED! As you can see from the posts above.
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IT SAYS ACCEPTING!
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But look at the posts above, saying it is closed.
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That may be, Husky, but Crystal is the onle person to say if this roleplay is open or not, for she still has Accepting in the title which she has not been bothered with to change.
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Just to Say *Crystal* has left Feral Heart, so she can't accept any of these lol.
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Name: Rubicon
Nickname (optional): Rue
Breed of Horse: American mustang
How Many Hands High: 14 hands high
Color: Paint
Picture (optional)https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR2iSliz-zTyEdZ6sieNN870t-_YJbFjpc9fEdRvLL18z95z5s-tQ
Type of Horse (This is what your horse is, like a wild horse, a working horse, a horse on a ranch): Wild Horse
RP Sample: -Rue silently slipped through the darkening shadows of evening. She snorted and paused every muscle on her body. She pricked her auditoriums forward before swinging a sharp left turn and running back to the safety of her herd. She breathed heavily, her barrel rising heavily.-