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His body thick with sweat as she cantered through the thick forest. The voice of his herd leader rung in his head and just made him ran even faster. You do not belong here anymore. Kill him. He snorted. What had he done that had been so bad? His past herd treated him like shit and all he did was try to make them like him and appreciate him. That was all he wanted. His heart had grown stale for the herd and he had become a warrior. He hated them. All of the horses in his old herd. They constantly ripped off chunks of his skin and he had to deal with the pain of their horns slashing his skin. He did not deserve that type of treatment. In fact, nothing should ever be treated like that. Never could he remember a smile from one of his fellow herd members, and even if one did smile, it was evil and full of hatred for the world. He was actually, in a way, happy that he had gotten chased.
The slight breeze made his mane and tail quiver. His pace had slowed down to a trot and his navy blue eyes searched for the land. The sun was high in the air and it seemed to illuminate the golden streaks in his hair and the strange lightning bolt marking on his shoulder. His shiny black hooves striked the ground with such a strong force, that it seemed to shake the earth. His curved sliver horn shined brightly. The heartless brute then stopped. He could smell other horses. Some scents were strong and others were weak. He did not feel like talking to others right now. His mind was still stuck on the his old herd and the bastard that led them. Though he knew that the only way to get his mind off of that, was to join another’s herd or band. Then he would get his vengeance.
The slight breeze made his mane and tail quiver. His pace had slowed down to a trot and his navy blue eyes searched for the land. The sun was high in the air and it seemed to illuminate the golden streaks in his hair and the strange lightning bolt marking on his shoulder. His shiny black hooves striked the ground with such a strong force, that it seemed to shake the earth. His curved sliver horn shined brightly. The heartless brute then stopped. He could smell other horses. Some scents were strong and others were weak. He did not feel like talking to others right now. His mind was still stuck on the his old herd and the bastard that led them. Though he knew that the only way to get his mind off of that, was to join another’s herd or band. Then he would get his vengeance.
