The lone stallion gazed upon a small herd that grazed in the valley below. "The mares will be mine. The stallion dead. And I, will be king of all the herds!" He thought when one mare caught his eye. A striking young mare of red roan. A wildness unlike anyother blazed in her trail as she circled the herd. "Must be the new lead mare. Not for long!" The stallion reared ad screamed a challang before charging the herd. His work swift as he rounded up the mares biting them and threatening their foals so they would obey. The lead stallion reared and returned the scream but his mares all but on were gone taken by a stallion who moved fast. The lead stallion gave chase but the herd had vanish. Apache wouldn't give up but he would have to rest for now. Whinnying once more he turned and galloped away swearing to find his mares
~~Strike~~
Strike chased the stolen mares biting them on their rumps to keep them moving. They ran hard and fast trying to leave the cruel stallion chasing them but whenever they tried to branch out of the herd Strike was there biting them and driving them back into the tighly bunched herd. Soon they reached the destanation. A large meadow stretched out before them with a large pond in the middle. "Get use to your new herd! You won't be leaving!" The mares were too tired to care right now. All the poor mares were coated in sweat and panting. Many foals had collapsed and died from the long hard run. But those who remained did not remain long. "All foals must leave. We will not have any Apache spawn here!" The mares cried out in protest and tried to stop him but Strike bit them and forced them away from the foals. Once they were seperated Strike took the foals out away from the herd and abandoned them then ran off a different direction so they would get lost if they followed. Strike returned to his mares and made sure none escaped before going to keep watch.
~~Strike~~
Strike chased the stolen mares biting them on their rumps to keep them moving. They ran hard and fast trying to leave the cruel stallion chasing them but whenever they tried to branch out of the herd Strike was there biting them and driving them back into the tighly bunched herd. Soon they reached the destanation. A large meadow stretched out before them with a large pond in the middle. "Get use to your new herd! You won't be leaving!" The mares were too tired to care right now. All the poor mares were coated in sweat and panting. Many foals had collapsed and died from the long hard run. But those who remained did not remain long. "All foals must leave. We will not have any Apache spawn here!" The mares cried out in protest and tried to stop him but Strike bit them and forced them away from the foals. Once they were seperated Strike took the foals out away from the herd and abandoned them then ran off a different direction so they would get lost if they followed. Strike returned to his mares and made sure none escaped before going to keep watch.