Spirit 2: The Black Charger
Prolouge
I am free to race the eagle, to chase the sky. With Rain by my side I fly over the rise, the sight of the herd, MY herd embracing me.
Shrill whickers of greetings, and gentle nuzzles tell me I have been missed as much as I longed for their company.
The herd parts, a familliar figure catches my eye and my heart leaps for joy as I canter toward her, my mother, in coltish glee. I had missed her terribly while I was gone, and I had feared I would never lay eyes on her again. I toss my mane, those fears can be put to rest now.
I check the herd, everything is as it should be. I note the twins have grown, and will soon shed the fuzzy foal-fur and gain the sleek, smooth pelt of the Cimaron Colt. As I watch them an unknown feeling flows through me, and I know, I must have a foal of my own some day. My heart soars at the thought, Rain and I, our own colt or filly to love and raise.
My eyes catch hers, and I am sure she thinks the same thing I do. Her gentle velvet muzzle nuzzles my flanks.
I turn, our nares inches apart and we embrace. She is my mare, the lead of the herd, and we are free, we are wild.
With pillars of spun steel I fly over the terrain at the head of the herd, my mother and my mare on either side of me. Never again did I think I would hear the thundering hooves, the excited snorts and whinnies of the wild horses.
How I missed it all!
At the top of the rise I see the eagle soar. I raise myself on powerful hinds, forelegs climbing the skies. He flies toward me, two wild spirits meet, and we are off, racing over our homeland as we have always done.
Our shadows collide and I have wings. I fly over grassland, canion and river. The cliff is nearing and in a sudden burst of speed I overtake my old friend, stopping inches from the edge. I rear, my eyes catch the sunlight, and I whicker shrilly to all that can hear me.
I am here, I am home, and I will stay forever.
I am invincible, untamable, the one who could not be broken, I am the spirit of the wild horse. I am the lead of the Cimaron herd, as my father was before me, and my son will be after me. We are endless, we are timeless, we are the spirit of the west.
We are, and always will be the Cimaron.
AN: Okay, I know, I know, probably not slash (surprise) and probably not gonna go over PG...I dont know yet though....what you think, should old spirit fall in love with another stallion? LOL, or maybe the black charger can threaten the herd, give me ideas, I need them!
Prolouge
I am free to race the eagle, to chase the sky. With Rain by my side I fly over the rise, the sight of the herd, MY herd embracing me.
Shrill whickers of greetings, and gentle nuzzles tell me I have been missed as much as I longed for their company.
The herd parts, a familliar figure catches my eye and my heart leaps for joy as I canter toward her, my mother, in coltish glee. I had missed her terribly while I was gone, and I had feared I would never lay eyes on her again. I toss my mane, those fears can be put to rest now.
I check the herd, everything is as it should be. I note the twins have grown, and will soon shed the fuzzy foal-fur and gain the sleek, smooth pelt of the Cimaron Colt. As I watch them an unknown feeling flows through me, and I know, I must have a foal of my own some day. My heart soars at the thought, Rain and I, our own colt or filly to love and raise.
My eyes catch hers, and I am sure she thinks the same thing I do. Her gentle velvet muzzle nuzzles my flanks.
I turn, our nares inches apart and we embrace. She is my mare, the lead of the herd, and we are free, we are wild.
With pillars of spun steel I fly over the terrain at the head of the herd, my mother and my mare on either side of me. Never again did I think I would hear the thundering hooves, the excited snorts and whinnies of the wild horses.
How I missed it all!
At the top of the rise I see the eagle soar. I raise myself on powerful hinds, forelegs climbing the skies. He flies toward me, two wild spirits meet, and we are off, racing over our homeland as we have always done.
Our shadows collide and I have wings. I fly over grassland, canion and river. The cliff is nearing and in a sudden burst of speed I overtake my old friend, stopping inches from the edge. I rear, my eyes catch the sunlight, and I whicker shrilly to all that can hear me.
I am here, I am home, and I will stay forever.
I am invincible, untamable, the one who could not be broken, I am the spirit of the wild horse. I am the lead of the Cimaron herd, as my father was before me, and my son will be after me. We are endless, we are timeless, we are the spirit of the west.
We are, and always will be the Cimaron.
AN: Okay, I know, I know, probably not slash (surprise) and probably not gonna go over PG...I dont know yet though....what you think, should old spirit fall in love with another stallion? LOL, or maybe the black charger can threaten the herd, give me ideas, I need them!