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Bugle is heard All of the sudden... he stops like that. The Girl nearly flys over the saddle. Then, she sees them. Vast herds of arabs. Exictedly,she fumbles through her saddle bags until she finds her binoculars. Adjusting them, she focuses into a golden stallion. A gasp slowly escpaes from her mouth.{Sure-Fire! Look at him! He's beautiful!} The stallion's ears twitch as he listens to her words.{Wow! And look at those mares!}Fumbles agan, pulling a camera out this time. She takes about 38 shots of the herd and the Golden One, then she guides the steed over to a tree, to make sure they are not seen.{Look at the foals! They're adorable!} she adds, almost talking to herself.{Let's get closer, Boy!} Suddenly, the stallion bolts. Right into the middle of the herd!{No, no boy! You're going to get us KILLED!} The teen girl trys at hard as she can, but the steed clamps his mouth and refuses.Finally, he gives in. But, nostrils flare as he smells another stud. Rearing up violently, his ears pin back as he heads toward the other stallion [Kryp]. Girl is thrown into bushes.The black arab stallion challenges the other by nickering to him and pinning ears.+
+A shrill whistle is heard above a hill. Soon, a black steed emerges. Ears forward, a person is sitting on his back. Steed smells mares and tries to bolt. The girl holds on tight, for this is his training. She cannot see the arabians. Sitting up in her saddle, she cups her hands over her eyes from the sun. Reaching down, she pets the nervous stallion. He shies to the animals. Guiding him, she makes her way down the hill. The steed pulling at the bit the whole time. Finally, she does not see any horses and lets him have a short romp.Speed is unimigineable. He bolts so fast he is a blur.
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The stunned black yearling Tyrannis stands, staring at the strange object in the bush. Frozen in terror, the ebon male sceams for his mother.
Mirage gallops up between the small space between human and her offspring, a raging ball of aggression. Teeth nash, hooves flail and ears are pinned as she herds Ty away, at a safe distance..*
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