In The Name Of Freedom [R] (~Lexxie~)

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The wind blew through his bronze mane as he cantered through the meadow, throwing his head into the air with a shrill whinny. Flattening his ears slightly, the wild arabian stallion made his way back to his herd. It wasn't an overly large herd. It consisted of him and 4 mares, however Pride wasn't too conerned with the size of his herd right at this moment. Ears flicking slightly, Pride stopped on the edges of his herd and pawed the ground, muzzle tucking into his chest with a snort. Shaking his finely dished head, the bronze chestnut stallion watched as his mares grazed in silence. In peace.
Satisfied, Pride laid down and rooled, his bronze coat collecting the dirt beneath him. Snrting softly, he pushed himself to his hooves before he galloped off, away from his safe herd. His powerful legs carried him swiftly and silently over the land. Indeed, Pride was a powerful stallion. He was also the only Arabian in the land. Certainly, he had been born wild, but not in this land.
Skidding to a stop ontop of a hill, Pride looked over the land, watching the other herds. Turning, he saw his herd on the other side, no stallions or herds anywhere near them. Snorting in satisfaction, Pride pawed the ground before he trotted down the hill. towards one of the herds which wasn't currently supervized by its stallion. Nearing the herd, Pride stopped as a large draft cross stallion came into his path, ears back and threatening. Pride snorted adn pinned his ears back.
Sure, most stallions would try to get through, but the bronze stallion certainly wasn't a moron. Stepping back, ears still flattened, Pride made his way through the herds, avoiding ones with stallions. Soon enough, the arabian stallion found a small herd of 3 without a stallion around at that moment and he rounded them up. He snaked them, forcing them towards the direction of his herd.
Pinning his ears, Pride eventually got back to his herd ith the 3 new mares, instantly making his herd now have 7 mares. Ears flicking forward in satisfaction, Pride lowered his head to graze, making sure no mare tried to leave..

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Today was the day...
Amy flipped a heavy saddle pad onto her large Hanoverian mare. She was planning this for years, but never had the time to do it. The young brunette decided to ride western today, which was a change since she was a National Champion Dressage Rider. She swung the saddle onto Castanea, known around the quiet barn as "Nea". The name fit her well, being as she was a bright red chestnut, and the name meant Chestnut it Italian. The saddle felt like it weighed a ton, but it was no different than Amy's normal heavy-weight dressage saddle. Amy threw a rope around the horn of the saddle, because she was naturally forgetful and knew that if she didn't do it now, she wouldn't be able to do any Mustang roping. She was planning for this mostly her whole life. Amy slid the long-shanked curb bit into Nea's soft, gentle mouth. Nea chomped the bit curiously, as she was so used to the double bridle with the pelham and snaffle. Amy threw a pink cowgirl hat on, bedazzled with girly crystals. Lifting her left leg up, she carefully slid her foot into the stirrup, using her hands and leg to push up onto Nea's 16.3hh back. She settled into the deep, comfortable saddle. The seat was covered with pretty pink felt, and diamonds ran a line along the back of the saddle. Amy was very wild and tough, but she needed something to show her inner girlyness.

The team, horse and rider, Nea and Amy, walked out into the intense sunlight. Nea's large, pearl colored hooves struck the ground, leaving dusty hoof prints in the sand. Amy was determined to catch a horse today, so she urged Nea into a brisk canter, floating across the sandy beach and trees. She knew there were wild horses out here, but the concern of what would happen to the herd when she caught the horse didn't go across her fast-thinking mind. A tall row of bushes was coming up. Eventing was in Nea's blood. Horse and rider soared over the brush, landing a huge clearing of wild horses. Nea's ears pricked up at the bronze stallion. Amy's eyes went straight to him also. She stopped and stared for a while, not making a move.

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Flicking his tail to rid some flies which bothered him, Pride raised his head slightly and looked at his herd once again. The new mares hadn't even tried to leave, not seeming to care. Shaking out his whole body, ridding all the loose dirt from him, the stallon snorted adn raised his head completely, ears moving, trying to locate any signs of danger. He couldn't pick anything up for now. Satisfied, Pride flicked his forelock from his dark blue eyes and studied the land he was in. It was simply stunning. Peaceful with plenty of fresh green grass.
Nostrils flaring, Pride's ears flicked back as he picked up a scent, pawing the ground. A mare. And a human. An almost growled snort escaped the stallion's muzzle as he raised his head high and tried to locate the scent. He pivoted quickly on his back hooves, only to see a mare with a human atop of her. Ears pinning back again, the bronze stallion snorted before he turned and neighed, shoving one of the mares and watching as the lead mare led them away to safety. Turning back to the pair, Pride's muscle bunched, tensing in anticipation before he quickly turned and bolted off, elegant and graceful, yet fast.

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Amy's lips curled into a smile, showing her perfect, gleaming white teeth. She pulled the lasso part of the rope off of the horn and urged Nea into a canter, 1..2..3..1..2..3.. turning into a gallop, 12..34..12..34.. Amy counted the beats of the smooth gait in her head. She sat up, out of the saddle, holding the rope so that she could easily slip it around the stallion's neck if she managed to catch him. She knew her Hanoverian mare could catch up. The mare was a frisky age of 5 years old, still holding the energy of her 2nd and 3rd years. Nea leaped into a faster speed, racing through the forest, trees on both sides of her. The pair saw an opening of the forest coming up ahead, and they heard the horses' hooves pounding in the sand, grainy and incalcuable. Amy held the reins in one hand, urging Nea on faster. In the other hand, Amy twirled the rope around, and around. They could see the herd up ahead, just a few hundred yards away. Nea's heart pounded within her, and she could feel the blood pulsing throughout her body. Never was she allowed to really be a horse. To run, without any restraints. Nea had no idea that her rider was about to capture such a beautiful wild creature, and turn it into a mere domestic animal. Amy's spurs dug into her mare's sides, leaving invisible scars, that no one could see, but Nea could feel. Nea threw a large, proud buck and landed into an even faster gallop. Her legs scrunched up together, and sprung out, stretching to a 100 degree angle. Her stride was unmatchable, and her speed was unbeatable. They flew out of the forest and back into the sand, right on the stallion's tail. He seemed to have drifted from his herd, and Amy took advantage of that. The heavy, moist sand made it almost impossible for Nea to keep up the same speed. Amy lifted the rope and veered towards the stallion, almost colliding into the galloping animal. She took advantage of being so close to him, and slipped the splintery rope over the stallion's head and it slis down and settled around his neck. Amy slowed Nea down to a trot, but the stallion tried to keep galloping, apparently not realizing that a rope was on his neck. Amy pulled Nea into a sliding stop and the stallion was yanked back abruptly. Amy grinned happily. She had caught a wild stallion.

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Pride kept running, turning and losing them at one point. However they appeared again through the trees again, on his tail. Snorting, The stallion kicked out, narrowly missing the human's leg. Ears pinned back again, the stallion grunted as they veered closer to him. He pushed himself harder, but the younger and taller mare was faster then him. Suddenly some foreign material came around his neck and he flattened his ears again. They slowed, but he kept running, wanting t get away. However, they slid to a stop and Pride was thrown backwards with a surprise squeal, almost losing his footing and falling.
The stallion turned to face them and he pinned his ears and bared his teeth,stepping back, tugging against the rope defiantely. He reared up, pawing the air before the rope yanked him back to the ground. The stallion stoped and stared, pawing the ground and tucking his muzzle to his chest with a angered whinny. One back hoof kicked out, irritated.
His dark blue eyes glared at them, and he reared again before kicking out, tossing his proud, regal head into the air, pulling, trying to get away from the human's hold. How could they think they could tame him? Pride wasn't an idiot. He knew exactly what this human wanted and he hated her for it. Snorting again, the stallion threw his head up again, trying to shake her grip off the rope, his bronze forelock falling over his eyes.

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Amy spun Nea so that the mare was facing towards home, and the pair started to walk, noticing that the stallion stood still until the rope came to a harsh end, and the stallion was forced to walk on. Nea walked a bit slow, trying to get closer to the wild horse. She extended her neck a bit, and sniffed the stallion, before receiving a tough jerk on her mouth. Nea tossed her head a few times, and settled into a curled-in headset. Nea didn't quite know what was going on. She was very obedient, but she wasnt extremely intelligent when it came to using her senses to realize what was happening around her. Nea stopped for a moment and looked at the copper stallion, her ears pricked and alert as she stared at the rather short, thin Arabian.
[This one was meant to be short (:]

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(it's perfectly fine)

Pride snorted in defiance when the rope pulled taut, forcing him to follow. He tried multiple time to pull away, but soon enough, the bronze stallion learned that at the moment. He walked with them, ears pinned back, head hung low with a grunt. He noticed the mare stretch her muzzle towards him and he raised his head, ears flicking forward momentarily. He, too, reached out slightly, but then the girl harshly tugged on whatever was on the mare's head. He jerked his head back in response and gave another snort, flicking his tail. His ears twitched and he paused in his strides and looked behind him.
What would happen to his herd? Would they be alright by themselves until he finally escaped and fond them again? Pride felt the tug of the rope again and realised he had stopped for longer then he ad originally thought. Tossing his head into the air, the stallion stamped the ground beneath him before walking silently beside them again, moving away from them and creating distance. He looked at the mare just as she looked at him and he studied her for a moment longer before he looked away.

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--30 Minutes Later--
The trio arrived at the barn, and it was roaring with excitement, as the horses could sense a newcomer. Nea's ears pinned at the sound of the whinnying stallions. The mares were usually quiet, and almost all the geldings were lesson horses so they were busy. Amy, her Hanoverian mare, and her new Arabian walked into the stable area and she hopped off of Nea and handed the mare to a groom. Amy grabbed a nylon halter and a chain lead. She held onto the rope with her life, which was securely tightened around his slender neck. The young brunette jerked on the rope to get the stallion to stop staring at the group of mares being walked by. She slid the headcollar's noseband around his pretty dished face, and slapped the crown piece around his poll, grabbing it when it fell onto the other side of his head. Amy tightened it to the uppermost hole, so that she could have as much control as possible. She slipped the chain through the metal square on the halter, sliding it over his nose and attaching it to the square on the opposite side. She gave it a tug, stepping back as he tossed his head and kicked out. Amy had someone hold onto the rope which was still on his neck, and she, herself, held onto the chain lead.

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The bronze stallion walked through the area and pinned his ears at the other stallions. They walked into the stables and he kicked out in frustration. A group of mares walked by and the stallion flicked his ears forward with a nicker. When the girl tugged on the rope, Pride snorted and turned to ook at her, flicking his ears back. He looked at the halted and stepped back. But she slipped it on him, without him able to react. When she tugged on the material around his nose, Pride threw his head into the air and half reared, but he was brought to the ground quickly.
He bared his teeth at the girl and pawed the curious hard ground beneath him. Stepping back again, he pulled on it with an angered snort. He reared again, pulling against chain and rope with a nicker. Throwing his head again, he grunted and landed on the ground, glaring at the girl in frustration. He lunged at her, but didn't touch the girl, just stood right infront of her, staring down at her.

(sorry, going to movies now)

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Amy ignored the fighting stallion's frustration and walked him into a set of cross ties. She clipped the straps to the sides of the baby blue halter. She walked over to a tack room, her boots clicking on the ground of the matted stable floor. Amy picked up a curry comb, hoping to be able to brush the dirt of the stallion's coat before she turns him out into the round pen. She walked back to the cross ties, where he was waiting with his ears perked. "Handsome, you need a name," she said softly, "How about... Pride." She touched his shoulder, trying to see what he would do. Besides twitching, he didn't react badly to her touch. Amy walked to the side of him and began to stroke his shoulder, back, and side with the curry comb. Hair and dirt flew off of his coat, dropping onto the damp, mats where the stallion stood. She walked in front of him, dodging a nip from frustrated Pride. Deciding she would lunge him instead of just turning him out, he needed to be in good shape so that Amy could show him off to her trainers and barn mates. Amy finished up brushing the other side of his slender body, and then walked into the tack room again to grab a lunge line, lunge whip, side reins, bell boots, bridle, and a surcingle.

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Pride watched as she walked off to grab an object which he did not know. His ears flicked in confusion and then she spoke. When she decided she'd name him, his ears flicked back. No one would take away his name. But then she responded by speaking his actual name. Ears flicking again, Pride watched her as she put the strange object onto his side. He snorted in distaste and kicked out a back leg. Howeber, the woman completely ignored him and stallion soon quieted down. Pride was a very intelligent stallion, and knew when to give up. However when she brushed his neck, he tossed his head in the air and flicked his ears back again, barring his teeth. However the ties broguht his head down almost straight after he tried to throw it up, out of reach.
The stallion pawed the ground, frustrated and then relaxed somewhat as she vanished back into the stables. Soon enough, she came back out and he grunted in distaste. She came towards him with the strange things she was holding and he tried to step back, but wasn't able to. the frustrated stallion kicked out his back legs and flicked his forelock from his dark blue eyes and pawed the ground again, his muscles bunching and releasing with the movements.

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Amy walked over to Pride and kneeled down, in a safe way, so that she could easily stand up if he was to kick at her. She quickly strapped a pair of lime green bell boots onto his dainty hooves. She would dress him up in all lime green today. Lime green bridle, green side reins, and a green lunge line. Amy slapped the lunging surcingle onto his back, and stepped forward as he kicked out his hind legs. She fastened it, tight enough so that it wouldn't slip. Now came the part where she didn't know how he would react. The bridle. It had a Double Corkscrew Full Cheek Snaffle, so that she wouldn't have to deal with him pulling... he would get the hint pretty soon that he can't act up in this equipment. She slipped the halter onto Pride's neck, and the cross ties were still attached to the blue halter. Amy shoved the corkscrew bit into Pride's mouth, pulling the crown over his ears before he had the chance to toss his head. As he reared, the Twisted Metal in his mouth pulled him back down to the ground. Amy grinned, seeing that the device was working effectively. Then, she clipped side reins that ran from the bit, down to the surcingle. This immediately pulled him into a nice headset, with his dished head just behind the vertical. Finally, Amy applied the last piece of equipment. She clipped the clip of the lunge line onto his right bit ring, ran it along his body, behind him, and finally ran through the left bit ring. This kept him from bucking during the lungeing. Amy held onto the lunge line without much attention, knowing that the stallion couldn't do much harm in the tight side reins and corkscrew bit. She led him into a large round pen, and let him walk along the rail, holding tightly onto the lunge line. She called her trainer over, telling her about how she caught the Arabian. Amy urged him into a trot with a crack of the lunge whip, which sent him thundering around the rail of the circular pen.

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Pride snorted as she put the bell boots on him before he could react. He'd definately give her creddit for that. The human woman certainly was quick. Ears flicking in frustration, the stallion snorted as she then put something around his barrel. He stretched out one front leg, testing whether the leather would pinch him. No. It didn't. However, he felt uneasy and unnatural. Like he was someone he wasn't. He flicked his tail kicking out a back leg again and glared at the woman as she came towards him with some strange obect in her hands. He pulled his head as high as the cross ties would allow. However, she simply came up to him and shoved the cold metal in his mouth and pulled something over and behind her ears. He snorted and chewed on the strange material on his tongue and threw his head from side to side, trying to get it out, even though he knew it was futile.
The woman put somethg else on him, pulling his muzzle towards his chest despite his best efforts of fighting against it. She put some other rope onto the thing on the side of his mouth, around his back legs, where he tried to kick the woman, but missed her barely. It was attached to the other side of his mouth and he tried to snap at her hand. He threw his head up, but was yanked back down soon after. He snorted and pinned his ears back, pawing the ground once before she led him away. He resisted, trying to stop, but it was no use, he was forced to following her into some kind of round cage thing. She shut the gate behind them and he looked around as best he could before his curiousity got the better of him and he wandered around the ring.
Suddenlhy a loud crack echoed in his ears and he lunged forward, into a gallop before he calmed, ears pinned, slowng to a quick, long strided trot, ears flat back. He tried to kick out his hind legs but the rope at the back of his legs stopped it. He whinnied in anger and threw his head up as best he could, flinging his mane into the air.

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Both Amy and her Trainer - Robin, smiled at his beautiful two beat gait. Amy cracked the lunge whip behind his rump and sent him into a brisk canter. She noticed that he was very uphill in his canter. Perfect prospect for dressage. "Maybe you where already thinking this," Robin said, "But you should train him as a dressage horse. Maybe he'll take Nea's place as 3rd in the nation." Amy grinned and nodded, "I was looking for a dressage prospect when I walked out of this barn earlier today."
When his lunging was over, Amy walked him back to the familiar cross ties. She clipped off the side reins, and slipped the bridle off. As quickly as she could, she slid the nylon halter back onto his petite head. Amy let out a curious "Hmmm..." as she wondered if he could get a Permanent pony card. He looked like he could be just under 14.2hh, but she didn't feel like checking it out today. She unstrapped all the equipment, and took off the pretty lime green colored bell boots. Amy decided that she would go to the tack shop later today and get a nice leather halter with a small nameplate on the side. Amy would keep his barn name "Pride", but she was fighting between "Harrotasuno", "Fixar", "Fierico", Or "Vanto". They all meant Pride in varying languages.
She stepped to the back of the cross tie stall, and grabbed the hose, and switched it on, sending a jet of water right behind Pride's hooves. Amy struggled to try to switch the hose mode to "Shower", as she didn't feel like getting kicked in the face.c

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{{By the way, which show name do you like the best? Out of the 4 that I named?}}

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(Harrotasuno. Definately )

Pride hated the restraints that all this strange stuff was putting on him. He couldn't do anything he would back out in the wild. Where he was free. That same cracking sound reverberated through his ears and he sped in a canter, throwing his head to the side with a snort. He heard the words which the humans were saying, but did not understand. What was dressage? His ears flicked to listen to them better and flicked his bronze tail. However, when he had finally decided to listen to them properly, they did not say another word. Pride's ears flicked back against his neck in fustration.
When he was finally allowed to stop, Pride's ears flicked forward and he pawed the ground, wanting to get out of whatever was on him. He was led back to the cross ties and the bridle was finally taken off him. He tried to pull away, to step bacl and make a run for it, however, she managed to slip the halter over his head. Everything else came off and he pawed the ground and then hook himself out with a nicker.
Suddenly, cold water sprayed out on his hooves and he squealed in surprise and kicked his back legs out, ears pinning back again. When would he be allowed to go back out to his mares?

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