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Date Posted: 03:59:22 10/30/01 Tue
Author: Man and rest..
Subject: Attention(to both Balto and Kianga)
In reply to: Kianga 's message, "Defiance" on 03:44:28 10/30/01 Tue

~Mac watches the cream filly silently. Indeed she was a fine prize, a pale cream horse with a light silvery mane and tail. How she reminded him of Golden, his beloved palomino mare that he had lost to the Silver Brumby.He would dubbed her something sweet for that was the way she seemed..Buttercup..he laughed softly. Such a sweet name for a wild sweet horse ? temporarily perhaps. No way would he let the new cream stallion have this cream filly back, he would prevent it. If she escaped, then again, he would hunt her down. He placed challenge by lookin into her eyes yet he could sense gentleness in her. He places an elbow on the fence, watching the silver steed. He was a handsome steed as well. Perhaps he would break him now. He enters the yard, a lasso in his hand. He knew from the filly's behaviour that she would not charge. He ignored her and concentrated on the silver steed that he had dubbed Silver. Slowly, he loosens the lasso and twirls, a perfect hit. He pulls at Silver, attempting to break him. He had hobbled the silver steed. He ties the rope to the fence and goes into the shed for a moment. Returning later with a saddle, slowly, he places the saddle over the silver steed's back. Whispering softly in kind words and stroking the steed's neck, trying to calm him down. The steed was liable to fight back but Mac secretly hoped he wouldn't.

~Echo watches the lovely cream filly from the other side of the fence. He nickers gently, cantering over. Reaching over the fence that divided the yard into two. Midnight black steed whickers softly, snapping his jaws gently, hoping to get Kianga's attention.

~Ginger watches her sire trying to get Kianga's attention. She watched intently, she knew her sire was a handsome steed yet he belonged to man. Would the cream filly accept him ? Petite bay filly looks out into the wild, the colt was gone. She was the only youngster now but perhaps she could relate to the new filly ? Ginger had to admit that Kianga was lovely indeed..

~Logan snorts. He was a young but experienced enough. Echo was the lead stallion among them, just like the way his master was above the his and Zip's masters. The heavy ad hefty paint stallion makes his way towards Echo's side. Taking no notice of the black steed's complaints of being too near the sweet silver filly.

~Brad watches Mac trying to break the silver steed. He smirks, Mac was always one to be gentle with the horses. Brad didn't believe in such, firm and tough, that was needed. This silver steed was lucky enough to get Mac as his breaker for Brad would've really broke him. His attention turns towards the new cream filly. He notices Logan, his horse having an particular interest in her, seemingly ignoring Echo's warnings. He smirks, Logan..foolish horse. From Brad's last horse that died about a year ago, Echo had given that horse a beating or two. Echo was tame..but he had his wild instincts.

~Mace, leader of the pack dogs watches intently. Casey,Max, Gnash and Razz all lay behind him. The great dane mix growled ever so softly. Casey, the only bitch among them was learning well from him while the other three boys still thought that this was a game..they would soon have to learn the hard way..when the next brumby drive came..

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