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It had been about a day since Whiskey was taken away from his herd. He was so close to being reunited with Syria. He was right there! The cave was in sight! What was he going to do now? The grandfather and his granddaughter had taken him away. He had no idea where he was as he was unwillingly taken away from his home and his herd. He only hoped the mares could put aside their differences and do what was best for the colts.

In the meantime, Whiskey just pinned his ears as his body tensed. A strange object was put on his face as he tried to rub the object off, but nothing happened. The stallion just snorted angrily as he reared although there was nothing for him to do. Whatever was on his face had constrained him to a post he was tied to for only a few minutes. Though it didn’t take long for the grandfather to come into sight with strange sharp objects in his hands.

“Easy boy…this won’t take long…” the older man had spoke as he put the objects down before making sure the stallion wasn’t going to try anything. Whiskey just snorted loudly as a warning before he stomped his hoof leaving a perfect indent in the dry dirt below him. Whiskey may have even tried to bite the man’s hand when he got too close. All he wanted was to go back home and find his missing mare….even his firstborn perhaps.

Though the man didn’t seem to care as he grabbed one of the objects once again before reaching for the stallion’s long and tangled mane. Before Whiskey knew it, the man was cutting his mane. What for? It didn’t matter to Whiskey as he tried fighting against it making it difficult for the man. Though once again it was useless as the stallion’s mane was cut. What once was a long mane was now a roached mane, but the man didn’t seem to be done as he grabbed the stallion’s tail.

Luckily the man was smart enough to stay out of the way as Whiskey let out a kick or two in retaliation. Though the man just cut away making his tail shorter and even made sure the ends were nicely even. Whiskey was outraged, but he didn’t seem to be the only one, “Grandpa!?” a girl’s voice rang as she hurried over to see the stallion’s mane and tail cut, “What are you doing? I thought you said we were just doing a check up. Why is his mane cut?” she asked worriedly.

The man looked up before letting out a sigh, “I’m sorry..yes it is a check up, but his mane and tail needed cut. You saw how tangled it looked.” he said making up a lie on the spot, “His mane will grow back in a months time. Now go do your chores and stay away from him. I don’t need you getting hurt.”

The girl wasn’t too sure about the answer she had gotten, but she only nodded before hesitantly leaving. Whiskey just snorted watching the interaction before he was soon taken into a small pen. One small enough that didn’t allow him enough room to jump. Whiskey just trotted around the pen trying to find a way out of there. No matter how times he went around the fence, nothing changed. Eventually the stallion just came to a stop as he looked out in the distance, “I need to get out of here before they do anything else to me….” he said to himself before he looked at the fence.

Didn’t take long before the stallion had started to kick at the fence hoping it would break, but after a few kicks nothing had changed. The stallion was about out of options as he just stood there unsure of what to do. He needed to get back. He didn’t have a choice. Though the stallion looked over as he heard some sounds of other animals nearby. Ones he hadn’t heard before. Guess the stallion was too distracted to even notice the odd creatures.

It seemed like the girl was caring for some of the animals. One of which was a bull in a pen not too far from where Whiskey was, but there was another odd animal on two legs with large wings. Much like a large bird. Well it was a large bird. An ostrich. Whiskey was confused by this, but also slightly curious. Humans were such odd creatures.

Though Whiskey soon snapped out of it as he looked in the opposite direction. He needed to get out there away from this mess, but it didn’t take long for something else to catch his eye. It was another horse. A mare. He didn’t recognize her, but the stallion just let out a nicked to try to get her attention. Luckily it worked. The mare had stopped and looked in his direction before she hesitantly made her way over.

“I-I need to get out of here…please do you think you could help me?” Whiskey spoke not even giving the mare the chance to say anything once she got to the fence which made the mare stand there for a moment unsure of things.

“But you aren’t wild like me…” the mare spoke as she mistaken the stallion due to the cut mane and the rope halter, “You wouldn’t survive out there…”

Whiskey just snorted pinning his ears, “I’m like you! They took me away from my herd. They cut my mane and they put me here. I need to get back to my herd! They need me! I-i was so close to finding her….I was right there…I haven’t seen her in weeks…” Whiskey spoke as he started to ramble. He was loosing it the more he was with these humans, “Please…I need to get out of here…”

The mare was silent as she gave the stallion an odd look. She wasn’t too sure what to do as she looked at the strange stallion before looking around making sure she wasn’t going to get caught herself. “I-I don’t think there is anything for me to do….I-I’m sorry…” the mare spoke softly yet a little nervously. It seemed like the stallion was going through a lot recently. She did hear something about a fire not too long ago, “What happened to you…a-and your herd…if I may ask..?” she said still a little unsure.

Whiskey just looked down when the mare said she couldn’t help. He went silent for a moment, “We were caught in the fire…I lost my only mare at the time. Though in the past weeks my herd grew twice the size…we were looking for my mare and we were just right there when I was captured and taken here..I need to get back to them..I need to…” he said repeating himself in a quieter tone each time he repeated himself.

The mare just looked down feeling bad for the stallion as she looked around again, “L-let me see if there’s anything I can do…” she spoke before hesitantly nuzzling the stallion, “I’ll be back tonight…” she spoke before turning away and galloping towards the distant trees for cover.

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Stallion ID: #29 Whiskey
In Response to: Unclaimed Meadow , E-fences, E-bull, E-ostrich, Captured (2/3)
Art Features: Whiskey , Mare 1994
Story Features: Whiskey , Mare 1994
Word Count: 2,338
Aging: n/a
Healing: n/a
Pregnancy: n/a

Roles: feather

Refs: Left , Right

Description
It had been about a day since Whiskey was taken away from his herd. He was so close to being reunited with Syria. He was right there! The cave was in sight! What was he going to do now? The grandfather and his granddaughter had taken him away. He had no idea where he was as he was unwillingly taken away from his home and his herd. He only hoped the mares could put aside their differences and do what was best for the colts.

In the meantime, Whiskey just pinned his ears as his body tensed. A strange object was put on his face as he tried to rub the object off, but nothing happened. The stallion just snorted angrily as he reared although there was nothing for him to do. Whatever was on his face had constrained him to a post he was tied to for only a few minutes. Though it didn’t take long for the grandfather to come into sight with strange sharp objects in his hands.

“Easy boy…this won’t take long…” the older man had spoke as he put the objects down before making sure the stallion wasn’t going to try anything. Whiskey just snorted loudly as a warning before he stomped his hoof leaving a perfect indent in the dry dirt below him. Whiskey may have even tried to bite the man’s hand when he got too close. All he wanted was to go back home and find his missing mare….even his firstborn perhaps.

Though the man didn’t seem to care as he grabbed one of the objects once again before reaching for the stallion’s long and tangled mane. Before Whiskey knew it, the man was cutting his mane. What for? It didn’t matter to Whiskey as he tried fighting against it making it difficult for the man. Though once again it was useless as the stallion’s mane was cut. What once was a long mane was now a roached mane, but the man didn’t seem to be done as he grabbed the stallion’s tail.

Luckily the man was smart enough to stay out of the way as Whiskey let out a kick or two in retaliation. Though the man just cut away making his tail shorter and even made sure the ends were nicely even. Whiskey was outraged, but he didn’t seem to be the only one, “Grandpa!?” a girl’s voice rang as she hurried over to see the stallion’s mane and tail cut, “What are you doing? I thought you said we were just doing a check up. Why is his mane cut?” she asked worriedly.

The man looked up before letting out a sigh, “I’m sorry..yes it is a check up, but his mane and tail needed cut. You saw how tangled it looked.” he said making up a lie on the spot, “His mane will grow back in a months time. Now go do your chores and stay away from him. I don’t need you getting hurt.”

The girl wasn’t too sure about the answer she had gotten, but she only nodded before hesitantly leaving. Whiskey just snorted watching the interaction before he was soon taken into a small pen. One small enough that didn’t allow him enough room to jump. Whiskey just trotted around the pen trying to find a way out of there. No matter how times he went around the fence, nothing changed. Eventually the stallion just came to a stop as he looked out in the distance, “I need to get out of here before they do anything else to me….” he said to himself before he looked at the fence.

Didn’t take long before the stallion had started to kick at the fence hoping it would break, but after a few kicks nothing had changed. The stallion was about out of options as he just stood there unsure of what to do. He needed to get back. He didn’t have a choice. Though the stallion looked over as he heard some sounds of other animals nearby. Ones he hadn’t heard before. Guess the stallion was too distracted to even notice the odd creatures.

It seemed like the girl was caring for some of the animals. One of which was a bull in a pen not too far from where Whiskey was, but there was another odd animal on two legs with large wings. Much like a large bird. Well it was a large bird. An ostrich. Whiskey was confused by this, but also slightly curious. Humans were such odd creatures.

Though Whiskey soon snapped out of it as he looked in the opposite direction. He needed to get out there away from this mess, but it didn’t take long for something else to catch his eye. It was another horse. A mare. He didn’t recognize her, but the stallion just let out a nicked to try to get her attention. Luckily it worked. The mare had stopped and looked in his direction before she hesitantly made her way over.

“I-I need to get out of here…please do you think you could help me?” Whiskey spoke not even giving the mare the chance to say anything once she got to the fence which made the mare stand there for a moment unsure of things.

“But you aren’t wild like me…” the mare spoke as she mistaken the stallion due to the cut mane and the rope halter, “You wouldn’t survive out there…”

Whiskey just snorted pinning his ears, “I’m like you! They took me away from my herd. They cut my mane and they put me here. I need to get back to my herd! They need me! I-i was so close to finding her….I was right there…I haven’t seen her in weeks…” Whiskey spoke as he started to ramble. He was loosing it the more he was with these humans, “Please…I need to get out of here…”

The mare was silent as she gave the stallion an odd look. She wasn’t too sure what to do as she looked at the strange stallion before looking around making sure she wasn’t going to get caught herself. “I-I don’t think there is anything for me to do….I-I’m sorry…” the mare spoke softly yet a little nervously. It seemed like the stallion was going through a lot recently. She did hear something about a fire not too long ago, “What happened to you…a-and your herd…if I may ask..?” she said still a little unsure.

Whiskey just looked down when the mare said she couldn’t help. He went silent for a moment, “We were caught in the fire…I lost my only mare at the time. Though in the past weeks my herd grew twice the size…we were looking for my mare and we were just right there when I was captured and taken here..I need to get back to them..I need to…” he said repeating himself in a quieter tone each time he repeated himself.

The mare just looked down feeling bad for the stallion as she looked around again, “L-let me see if there’s anything I can do…” she spoke before hesitantly nuzzling the stallion, “I’ll be back tonight…” she spoke before turning away and galloping towards the distant trees for cover.

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Stallion ID: #29 Whiskey
In Response to: Unclaimed Meadow , E-fences, E-bull, E-ostrich, Captured (2/3)
Art Features: Whiskey , Mare 1994
Story Features: Whiskey , Mare 1994
Word Count: 2,338
Aging: n/a
Healing: n/a
Pregnancy: n/a

Roles: feather

Refs: Left , Right