His Wings Have Been Clipped(Spiritz)

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The grey stallion snorted, pawing the rocky ground, his neck arched and his black forelock falling over his amber coloured eyes. Even though he had lived in the wild his whole life, there was no signs of dirt or any scars from battle. His neat white blaze and four white socks were a gorgeous contrast to his stormy grey coloured coat. Then, on his shoulders, he sported markings which looked like wings. That was how he received his name. Wings Of Icarus. His pitch black mane hung over his strong neck and shoulders. Snorting again, the stallion made his way down the rocky landscape, his hooves clacking softly against the hard ground. His gait changed to a steady trot and his mane carressed his neck and moved like the ocean waves on a calm day. His tail flowed his behind him lightly and against the rising sun, the sillouhette of the stallion was like a brilliant mystery, waiting to be solved.
Making his way down to flat ground, Icarus looked over the land with a new found curiousity. The land was different when the sun was rising compared to when it was midday. Just a sliver of light shone through, illuminating everything. A couple herds stood to the distance, the stallion watching over their mares as they slept peacefully. Then there was Icarus. He was a bachelor stallion by choice. He knew how to fight and knew none of the stallions that stood in the area could take him on. He was stronger, taller, smarter and swifter then they.
It was no comparrison. They were mustangs, he was a thoroughbred. They may be born and bred for the wild, but Icarus was, in general, better then them in every way. Maybe that was his pride and thickheadedness speaking, but he didn't care. Pawing the ground in mild aggitation, the grey stallion trotted around the area. The herd stallions knew Icarus. And knew he had no interest in making a herd, so they didn't try to scare him away when he came close to their mares. Stopping a little way away from a herd of all black horses, Icarus pawed the ground, neck arched, black forelock over his amber eyes yet again and his ears forward and alert, listening for any danger which may comes. Not for the herds safety, but for his own.

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Almost done with my post.

[Tayssi]

Awesome. Hope its done soon ^^

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Dont worry. I have it typed up on microsoft and am just tweaking it

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The harsh sound of heavy hoof beats filled the air around the convoy, the riders of the horses sitting heavily in their old leather saddles. Their hard, calloused hands held the loops of coiled ropes, that had been converted into lassos.
It was the old way, of catching wild horses. No atv’s or trucks were used to round them up, and these men were ready to haul in a few, though they would be satisfied with only one, if they could catch it.
The convoy of horses skidded to a stop as they neared the top of a rise, and from under their wide brimmed cowboy hats that shaded their eyes, and enabled them to see down the slope. Several herds of horses could be seen, their bodies dotted around the land, all colors and patterns. There were pintos and paints, roans and solids.
Herds were strong, and it was hard to take a member from a herd without a hard fight. But they soon saw the lone figure of a stallion, who was standing alone, watching the herds with intrest. He was deep smokey grey in color, and had four white socks that rose just under his knees. Two white markings on his shoulders drew the eyes of the men, and after quietly conversing with eachother, they agreed that this was the horse they would try to capture.
Wild horses generally didn’t bring in much money, but the thrill of the chase was enough to satisfy them.
Kicking their own horses into a full out gallop, they started down the peak, the horses shod hooves kicking up dirt and grass in their wake, headed directly towards the stallion. A few branched off to either side, starting to circle the lone horse, and soon, formed an almost complete circle around him.
The leader of the group raised his arm, twirling his lasoo expertly, and looped it around the stallions neck, pulling taught.


(Sorry so short! I had a bad day and wasn’t able to think very well)

[Tayssi]

Sensing the reastlessness in the other herds, the grey stallions raised his head high and sniffed the air. First it was the smell of stranger horses, then it was the musky scent of the humans. Icarus snorted in distaste and he looked around to spot where they were. They soon came into view and the large stallion's grey ears flicked back, feeling threatened just by their presense. Rightfully so, too. He flicked his forelock from his eyes and spun on his hooves and took off in a gallop. Shortly after, Icarus skidded to a halt as a group of men on horseback cut him off. Turning again, he made his way to one side, where he was cut off yet again. Ears pinned back and snapping his jaws at the horses which came too close to him, the stallion turned to go the last way he could think to go. Cut off again.
Standing in the middle of the group of humans and horses surrounding hm, the dark grey stallion pawed the ground in frustration, looking for ways to get out of this mess. By now the herds had scattered to the wind, leaving him behind. Then he heard the sound of something whizzing and cutting through air and Icarus looked towards the sound, to see the oldest man of the group, spinning a lasso over his head, ready to throw it at the grey stallion. Icarus pinned his ears back again and snapped his jaws, threatening both man and horse. The man's horse must've been young and new to coming out here, because it stepped back with uncertainty, but soon controlled itself and stood firm.
Before the stallion had any time to prepare and make a move, the man flung the lasso at him. The stallion stumbled backwards, hoping to get out of its reach, but instead it went around his neck and was quickly pulled taught. Snorting is distaste, the stallion walked back, pulling tighter against it. He suddenly saw an opening between 2 horses and the grey stallion pinned his ears back again. He moved towards the man that held him, making the rope go slack and he stood there for a few moments, just watching the men around him.
Then he turned and took off. He hoped the man would either let go or get pulled off and dragged. Preferably the latter. He knew wranglers could be very stubborn, whether they were off their horse or not. But if he was on the ground, Icarus wouldn't hesitate to harm him.

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(The point is for him to get caught, right? Ok and posting)

[Tayssi]

(yeah, it is but oaths dont exactly the type to accept the point hes caught)

[Tayssi]

( I meant icarus sorry)

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