I charged at him, and my hoof connected with his knee. He was sent
sprawling across the grass, his leg bleeding. He was quickly back on his
feet, though I knew he was badly hurt. His knee was bleeding profusely. He
charged at me again, and I felt his teeth dig into the side of my neck. I
quickly bit him, and he tried to pull away, but only succeeded in making my
bite that much worse. I was very, very angry by this time, and I charged at
him before he was fully ready. I delivered a crushing blow to his bad leg,
sending him to the ground. I galloped over to him and reared over him,
ready to stomp on his chest. Fear overcame him and he closed his eyes. He
cupped his ears forward and thumped his tail. I brought my legs down right
next to his head.
"I. I'm sorry," he said. I glared at him.
"You may be the founder of this herd," I said, "but you sure can't lead it very well." Slate lowered his eyes. I stepped away from him and let him get up. All the other horses were standing around, watching us, scared. Slate walked away with Copper at his heels, and he was limping very badly. I was bleeding from my neck, and had multiple cuts along my back. Ice came up to me and wrapped her neck around mine.
"That was amazing," she whispered. We whuffed noses, and that's when Dream trotted over next to her.
"Magick, that was SOOOOOOOOOOO.. Wow," she nickered. I grinned at her. Phantom ran over and he reared in front of me. He was very excited.
"Wow! Magick, dude, that was AWESOME! Dude. how'd you do it? Was it scary? DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE THAT WAS AWESOME!" I laughed.
"Phantom, calm down," I said. His feet connected with the earth again, and he smiled at me, his mane on his face. He blew at it, to no avail, so he shook his head.
"So?! How was it?! No one has ever done that before! NO ONE! Weren't you SCARED?" Dream asked softly.
"Yes, I was scared. But...he was being a real jerk, and HE charged ME first, and I'm not about to let myself get beaten by another horse, if I can help myself," I said. Ice nodded.
"He WAS being a jerk. He and Copper are jealous of Magick." She looked me over and her liquid brown eyes melted. "I don't see how they couldn't be." Dream looked at her somewhat angrily, but I smiled at her, and she didn't seem mad anymore. To my surprise, and every one else's, Copper came over and congratulated me on my win. He explained that he was the second in command, so he always hung around with the leader. He smiled at me. I smiled back at him hesitantly, and then we heard Slate's call.
"Hey, you! There's a filly here to see you," he called mockingly, looking me straight in the eye. I trotted over, and he stepped aside. This filly looked to be only about four or five months old. She looked very scared, and somewhat intimidated by Slate and I. She looked like my mother. She was a dark bay, with 3 white socks and a white star on her head. All the other horses came over, and the poor filly curled herself up and began to shake. Angel stepped forward and laid down on the ground next to her. The filly looked up at her.
"Come, sweetie. Get on my back," she whispered. The little foal stood up on shaky legs and got on Angel's back. Angel carried her the short distance over to the shallow, rocky pond, and let her down. She laid down, again, next to the small filly, and the filly looked at us.
"My name is Lilypad," she said. I stepped forward.
"I'm Magick Thunder. Now, why are you here?"
"My father said you could help me."
"Your father? How does your father know me?"
"He said he's your father."
"MY father? But. my father is in captivity."
"I was born in captivity. My mother died giving birth to me. My father helped me escape. He told me everything about you, and he told me that you would take care of me."
"I. I'm sorry," he said. I glared at him.
"You may be the founder of this herd," I said, "but you sure can't lead it very well." Slate lowered his eyes. I stepped away from him and let him get up. All the other horses were standing around, watching us, scared. Slate walked away with Copper at his heels, and he was limping very badly. I was bleeding from my neck, and had multiple cuts along my back. Ice came up to me and wrapped her neck around mine.
"That was amazing," she whispered. We whuffed noses, and that's when Dream trotted over next to her.
"Magick, that was SOOOOOOOOOOO.. Wow," she nickered. I grinned at her. Phantom ran over and he reared in front of me. He was very excited.
"Wow! Magick, dude, that was AWESOME! Dude. how'd you do it? Was it scary? DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE THAT WAS AWESOME!" I laughed.
"Phantom, calm down," I said. His feet connected with the earth again, and he smiled at me, his mane on his face. He blew at it, to no avail, so he shook his head.
"So?! How was it?! No one has ever done that before! NO ONE! Weren't you SCARED?" Dream asked softly.
"Yes, I was scared. But...he was being a real jerk, and HE charged ME first, and I'm not about to let myself get beaten by another horse, if I can help myself," I said. Ice nodded.
"He WAS being a jerk. He and Copper are jealous of Magick." She looked me over and her liquid brown eyes melted. "I don't see how they couldn't be." Dream looked at her somewhat angrily, but I smiled at her, and she didn't seem mad anymore. To my surprise, and every one else's, Copper came over and congratulated me on my win. He explained that he was the second in command, so he always hung around with the leader. He smiled at me. I smiled back at him hesitantly, and then we heard Slate's call.
"Hey, you! There's a filly here to see you," he called mockingly, looking me straight in the eye. I trotted over, and he stepped aside. This filly looked to be only about four or five months old. She looked very scared, and somewhat intimidated by Slate and I. She looked like my mother. She was a dark bay, with 3 white socks and a white star on her head. All the other horses came over, and the poor filly curled herself up and began to shake. Angel stepped forward and laid down on the ground next to her. The filly looked up at her.
"Come, sweetie. Get on my back," she whispered. The little foal stood up on shaky legs and got on Angel's back. Angel carried her the short distance over to the shallow, rocky pond, and let her down. She laid down, again, next to the small filly, and the filly looked at us.
"My name is Lilypad," she said. I stepped forward.
"I'm Magick Thunder. Now, why are you here?"
"My father said you could help me."
"Your father? How does your father know me?"
"He said he's your father."
"MY father? But. my father is in captivity."
"I was born in captivity. My mother died giving birth to me. My father helped me escape. He told me everything about you, and he told me that you would take care of me."