Dude! I've had too much homework, and too many projects! ARGH! School really likes to pile up the work on you in the fourth quarter, so I'm sorry to say, but I might not be updating regularly, until school is out (or lets up on the homework) I'm not a jerk and I will try my hardest to update.
Disclaimer: I actually pity the guys who own Teen Titans, for if they do something bad they'll have a million angry fans at their door.
"A herd of horses? I see them all the time. I couldn't care less about what they do. No offense but you horses breed like humans and rats. It's hard to find a particular group. I suggest you give up and go home, your wasting your time."
Robin snorted with anger. After following the path of the tornado he and Cyborg found that it had dissipated, and to their horror it wiped all of the tracks away in the dust. They took a guess and followed the herd's general direction towards the mountains for a whole day, without stopping for food or water.
When they had reached the base of the mountains they discovered that they were surrounded by Evergreen trees, with some small shrubs and grass. The mountains themselves were young, and jagged. The tallest ones were topped off with spots of white snow.
Cyborg had suggested that they look for other creatures and ask if they had seen any horse herd at all. When they saw a small group of five buffalo Robin stopped and asked if they had seen the horse herd, and received the rude remark.
"Look, just tell me if you have seen the horse herd or not. I don't have time for your nonsense." Robin barked out to the largest buffalo who was talking to him.
The buffalo narrowed his eyes. "You're a fool of a horse, if you'll go making demands like that to five buffalo when they're only two of you. We've taken down human cars, and murdered elk. These horns aren't for decoration you know."
"Yo Robin." Cyborg hissed, "Ebay a ittlelay icernay." The buffalo stared at him curiously for they didn't speak pig-latin.
Robin, at the end of his patience, gave a sigh and tried his hardest to not sound demanding. "Please, just answer my question. Have you seen a horse herd recently or not?"
The smallest buffalo shook his head. "Look at that! Still talking to us, eh? Let me take him. When I'm done he'll be nothing but a pile of buzzard food."
The leader buffalo shrugged. "Be my guest. I'm done with him anyway. He's getting annoying." The four buffalo stepped back and let the smaller one prepare his charge.
Robin, now fully angry snorted. He wasn't going to sit there and be pummeled. When the buffalo churned his hooves Robin tensed his muscles. The buffalo ran forward, his head pointed down, so his horns were aimed directly at Robin.
With the agility of a deer, Robin jumped out of the way and slammed his back hooves into the shaggy brown fur of the young buffalo. It spun out of control and fell into a spruce tree. The tree had a weak branch, and when the weight of the buffalo slammed into it, the branch fell onto the animals head, rendering it unconscious.
The four remaining older buffalo stared in shock at the stallion. Robin faced them, ready for another attack. Cyborg joined his friend, making the fight two-to-four. The buffalo glared at the horses, and the leader gave a low ominous grunt, a signal to attack.
These buffalo's horns were sharper and more pointed than the other's, and they were hardier. The horses could not take them down with the strength of their back legs this time.
Robin galloped left, and Cyborg right. Two buffalo each split and chased the horses, trampling grass, and stirring up dirt into the air.
Robin jumped over a small rock, and veered between clumps of trees growing close together. The buffalo ran over the rock, and around the trees, giving no care to their surroundings.
Up ahead there was a slightly larger rock, and if Robin got some distance between him and the buffalo, he could send the rock flying down on top of them. He pushed his back legs harder, and stretched his front legs further.
A gap began to appear between the animals, and finally Robin was able to get on the other side of the rock. He kicked it twice and felt the rock budge beneath him. One more kick and it began it's decent. The buffalo spied it, and just before it hit, the veered out of the way, and the rock landed where they had been only moments before. Robin was on the run again.
Cyborg charged down the mountain, gaining speed, and jumping over obstacles. The buffalo ran after him, kicking small sticks and pebbles, letting gravity throw them at the brown horse.
Cyborg gained speed, and made sure the buffalo did too. When they were going extremely fast, Cyborg suddenly swerved, and ran up, past the buffalo. He stopped some ways up and looked down. The steepness of the mountain wouldn't let the buffalo stop, and they ran blindly, snorting in anger that the horse had tricked them into running too fast on a steep slope.
Cyborg was about to go help Robin, but the buffalo managed to slow themselves enough to not hurt themselves as they hit two small trees. They turned and were after Cyborg again.
Robin ran past Cyborg, but when he did the buffalo that were after his friend were after him. He stopped momentarily, and turned, prepared to run again. When he did he saw that the other buffalo had stopped and were smirking. They were surrounded by the buffalo.
"There ain't no where to go," the leader growled at the horses.
Suddenly an idea popped into Robin's head. "Cyborg," he said, "when I count to three, run forward as fast as you can, and jump over the buffalo." Cyborg flicked his ears that he understood.
The buffalo grunted, and all four charged at the horses that held their ground.
"One." The buffalo aimed their heads down, and pointed their horns at the horses. Neither moved.
"Two." The buffalo were getting closer, gaining speed. Cyborg and Robin tensed their muscles in readiness.
"Three!" Both horses suddenly shot in opposite directions, and jumped over the ring of buffalo. There was a loud bang, as all of the buffalo ran into each other. One groaned, and they all fell down, drifting into unconsciousness.
Cyborg let out a neigh of triumph that rang through the trees. Robin nodded, and as he turned, he saw the Female Elk and her two calves that stood in front of them.
"I saw what happened," The Elk said, "That was an unprovoked fight, and it should not have occurred. That group of Buffalo are always causing trouble, and I thank you for what you have done. Maybe now they'll think twice before attacking something."
"You're welcome." Cyborg said.
"I also heard that you were looking for a horse herd," she continued, "I have seen them, they are headed north."
"Was one of the horse's red with green eyes?" Robin asked.
"Ohh, I saw that one," said the girl calf, "She was pretty."
The adult Elk shook her head. "We fell behind our herd, and the one you seek seems to be headed in the same general direction. They will have gone through the Mountain Pass Under The Falls. If you have not been through there before, you will not find your way easily."
"We haven't been here before," Cyborg admitted.
"Can you show us the way through," Robin asked.
The Elk nodded. "It is better to travel in groups. Much safer I should say. Oh, I don't think I have introduced us. I am Amayeta. This is my son, Cargan, and my daughter, Hachi." The calves stared at the horses in awe.
Cargan and Hachi sniffed around Cyborg. "Look at that Hachi!" Cargan exclaimed, "Their hooves aren't split! How odd."
"Cargan!" Amayeta scolded. Hachi took two steps back, and Cargan's ears drooped.
"Sorry," he said.
Cyborg watched the two calves in amusement. A moment later, Cargan was curiously poking around at flowers, and Hachi was frolicking around tree roots.
"We had best set off," Amayeta said, "It is best to reach safe spots to sleep before nightfall; the mountains can be very dangerous in the dark." She turned to her calves, "Come on children. We have a long way to go."
Hachi jumped joyously. "When do we reach the rocks?" She asked.
"Soon," her mother said, "Now let us move." She began to walk up the side of the mountain, her feet steeping lightly. Her children followed enthusiastically. Robin and Cyborg followed, keeping pace with Amayeta.
"So, uh, any idea where we are?" Cyborg asked.
"It depends on whose standards." Amayeta answered, "On the humans' signs I believe we are in Utah, but according to elk we are in the Southern Area. Our herd was headed to the Northern Area, past a great many mountains. There are buffalo, as well as bear and wolves there. In the winter the ground is very warm, with hot water every where, but you can not drink the water. There is something in it that can kill you, and sometimes it sprays straight up. There are also very many humans there. Mostly they will not bother us, but a few do. Strange enough, but they do not use their fire sticks in this area, and they do not harm us."
"Fire sticks?" Robin asked.
"You know, the sticks they point at us, and they make a very loud explosion that kills you. The humans do not use them on your kind as much as ours."
"Guns," Cyborg muttered.
Amayeta nodded. "Yes I believe that is what the humans call them. I do not know why, but they do not use their 'guns' in this area, but there are so many humans."
"It's probably a National Park," Robin said, "Humans can't use their guns there."
"That makes sense," Amayeta agreed. She glanced at the sky. "Night will be upon us soon. We must continue."
The group walked for hours. Slowly a fog settled in. The horses could not see where they were going, but they followed the elk just the same. Suddenly Amayeta stopped.
"We should go no further." She said. It is dangerous beyond here during nightfall.
The calves stood in the sleeping position and slept, while their mother looked out for predators. Robin shifted around looking for a place to stand and sleep. He felt his back hoof accidentally kick a rock over a ledge.
Robin expected to hear it hit the ground, but the sound did not come. After a long moment, he finally heard it hit dirt, but it was so far away that it was barely audible. It sent shivers down his back, and he stood a little closer to the group for sleep.
If anybody can guess which National Park Amayeta was talking about, I'll dedicatethe nextchapter to you. It's my favorite National Park ever. And yes, I realize that most likely a horse couldn't jump over a buffalo, but I did it for the story. Also, I've decided that if you want to be in my story as an animal you can. Just tell me what species, gender, and personality in a review, and I'll try to put them in. You can be any animal you want, just not to many horses, since I made a lot of them. Please review.