A/N: Yaaaayyyyy! I'm back! :P And I know the category says it's based on "Flicka", but it's actually based on "The Silver Stallion" because for some reason, it's not in they're movie list! *glares* But anyways, I obviously don't own "Flicka" or "The Silver Stallion", but I hope you enjoy this! (And hopefully I'll think of a good way to continue this story, but right now I've nothing. :P)
Introduction
The red stallion shook his tangles mane, fog surrounding his well muscled legs. He pricked his ears, listening for any signs of danger. The full moon cast an eerie shadow over his herd, and a coyote howled in the distance, but the faint thunder of hooves caught the stallion's attention. A rival horse was coming. The stallion let out a warning nicker, signaling his herd to run. The herd quickly galloped down the hill, fear showing in they're large eyes. The stallion held back, ready to fight the horse might harm his beloved herd. He puffed himself up and let out a high pitched warning whinny. The thunder of hooves came closer, a large black horse was charging strait at the stallion. Something wasn't quite right about this horse, and the stallion knew that. He could smell an odd odor clinging to the horses coat. The stallion's heart dropped, he realized what the smell was. His eyes widened with alarm. This horse wasn't alone, he was merely just a tool. The red stallion turned around an fled. This was one danger he couldn't ever face. Man.