Disclaimer: Neither the Black Stallion or the mighty red Flame are mine. Too bad--well, if fictionpress ever lets me upload anything, maybe my made-up horse Little Red will become just as famous!
Some horse-to-English translations: Large brown thing made of flat trees EQUALS a large wooden train car.
Flat trees EQUALS boards which make up the wooden boxcar.
Previous calmness EQUALS tranquilization.
I don't know how long we followed them. I wasn't even entirely sure what made me follow them in the first place. My back hooves clipped my front ones as I stumbled along. Once or twice, I saw Ghost(who was beside me), fall to his knees. I had never seen him so calm. His eyes were cloudy, and the murderous look they normally possessed was absent from them. I can't say why, but for some reason, that frightened me.
We were loaded into a large brown thing made of flat trees. The ramp was quite steep, and there were other horses inside of it. They had the same strange looking equipment on them as the horses holding my ropes taught. There were unfriendly-looking silver bars in their mouths, and they champed on them and ground their teeth as Ghost and I tripped inside. I was tied next to a dull brown mare, whose ears swept back flat against her head as I turned to look at her. I felt a sharp pinch as her teeth clamped down on my shoulder.
Starting at her grouchiness, I bumped into Ghost, who snapped at me and bumped into the horse next to him. This horse(clearly a mare) squealed loudly and swung her hind end outward. She hit the horse next to her, and the shriek of suprise that came from the animal whom I could not see, sounded very familiar. Oh, and in case you hadn't noticed, both Ghost and I were coming out of our previous calmness.
I saw a flash of gold when the mare moved back to her original position.
"Shifter?" I called softly, somewhat reluctantly.
"Raven?" came the response. I almost wished I hadn't called her name. What was she doing here? I thought she had gone back to the herd.
"Raven--they took Ruby--she's not here, but they took her!"
My eyes widened in what you may as well call fear.
"But--How did they find the herd?" I asked, still slightly groggy.
"They followed me--when I realized they were, I turned away from the herd, but some went towards them anyway," she replied.
I must say, I admired the fact that the youngest and most troublesome filly had thought to lead the chase in the opposite direction. I'm not even sure that I would have thought of that. I said no more, as the two leggeds pushed the ramp upward, closing off our only source of light--and our only chance of escape. I knew that I could easily break the ropes holding me, but now, there was no reason to even attempt.
A moment later, the darkness filled with screeching sounds and we all stumbled as the room lurched suddenly. I heard little Shifter cry out; one of the horses beside her had stepped on her. Ghost was only just visible in the almost total darkness. The thin cracks between the flat trees allowed the tiniest amount of light in, which reflected off his silvery coat. I stepped away from him, as I could see his ears were back and his hind foot was cocked, ready to kick me if I bumped into him again. My only reward for attempting to be polite, was another hard pinch and squeal from the dull brown mare.
