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Must....go.....put....the chickens......up........
Mitty - The horse story
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Likey the story so far?
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Likey the story so far?
The first part of 19 is really good!!
I love it! We need more.
When do we get more??????
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Edited chapter 3.
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Workin on 19 1/2! Sorry it's taken me awhile to post on here again, I've been wacko busy.
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Chapter 19 1/2
Alastairs' hooves pounded the blood-red dirt. His mares were jittery, which Alastair knew was bad. When they got jittery and something bad happened, chances are they would probably spook and not listen to his commands.
"Terrific," He muttered under his breath. "Girls! Listen up, if something bad happens don't move unless I say so. Hear?"
He could hear the mares talking in high, panicky voices.
"L-like what?" A buckskin mare ventured.
"Let's not think about the possibilities. For now, keep cantering behind me and stick close. Make sure no foals or yearlings wonder away."
He was weaving in and out of the slim, dead tree trunks with amazing agility for a horse his size. His hooves knew where to step exactly, and his brain was calculating each move he made, every sound, every smell, especially that screech! Where could that have come from? Whatever it was, it's treacherous and near by. Earlier he saw the edge of this dead forest, but now... it was nowhere. Alastair was puzzling over how it could have dissapeared so fast, or, he had a hunch that it was no forest edge at all. His brown eyes were darting, catching every grasp of wind, every hoof beat and watching for anything predatory. It went on like this for a good ten minutes, till he caught a glimpse of the copper colored soil and the edge of the white trunks. He cantered toward that, but suddenly it too dissapeared and stretching before him were black trees instead of white. The sky was dark and the clouds looked evil. This forest had black jagged trees, huge ones that looked to be hundreds of years old. They completley blocked out the sun, and in the vast darkness before them heart stopping shrieks were erupting. Here, Alastair paused and took a long look at the black trees, the bark scraped his velvety nose as he sniffed it. He lifted his head and looked long and hard at the jagged tangle of branches, shrouded in mist. Finally, he decided it was their only way. So he turned and faced his girls, who were scared out of their wits.
"Ladies," He cleared his throat. "this forest is evil. I can feel it, so can you." Here they nodded nervously. "So, you stick to me, keep your foals and yearlings close too. Most of all, don't spook. That would be the end of all of us," He glanced around with large, sad eyes. Then uttered two words, "Let's go." he turned and walked into the forest, knowing this could be disastrous.
As they entered the black atmosphere the feeling of evil was creeping in every corner and shadow. Schreeching was heard all around them, sometimes to their left, then another one at their right, and another in front of Alastair. Fog was another problem, it was twisting around every tree and seemed to be grasping the horses bodies and touching their heaving sides with icy fingers. You cold hear the silence echo at you, crying, mourning, shrieking, hissing, a silence that was alive.
They walked for many hours, you lose all sense of time in a place like that, who knows how long they were walking?
After many hours of stressing about every shimmy and noise, Alastair was exhausted. How long will this take? We'll probably starve before we walk through this. I know some forests in this land go on for thousands of miles, did we walk into one of them? The weight of this new thought overwhelmed him. He visibly trembled, now thinking that he was a failure, a stallions failure. He brought death upon his herd, a sad slow one. All because of what? Two moronic fillies! He raged, getting madder every moment. He continued getting angrier until a silent swift wind rushed past him. It breezed his side, he could feel the hate in him melting. What was I thinking? Every mare is worth something, especially Agnes and Mitty. I've always kinda liked them, anyhow. He calmed down, but was concerned about that breeze. What the heck was that? Oh what a day I'm having!
Alastairs' hooves pounded the blood-red dirt. His mares were jittery, which Alastair knew was bad. When they got jittery and something bad happened, chances are they would probably spook and not listen to his commands.
"Terrific," He muttered under his breath. "Girls! Listen up, if something bad happens don't move unless I say so. Hear?"
He could hear the mares talking in high, panicky voices.
"L-like what?" A buckskin mare ventured.
"Let's not think about the possibilities. For now, keep cantering behind me and stick close. Make sure no foals or yearlings wonder away."
He was weaving in and out of the slim, dead tree trunks with amazing agility for a horse his size. His hooves knew where to step exactly, and his brain was calculating each move he made, every sound, every smell, especially that screech! Where could that have come from? Whatever it was, it's treacherous and near by. Earlier he saw the edge of this dead forest, but now... it was nowhere. Alastair was puzzling over how it could have dissapeared so fast, or, he had a hunch that it was no forest edge at all. His brown eyes were darting, catching every grasp of wind, every hoof beat and watching for anything predatory. It went on like this for a good ten minutes, till he caught a glimpse of the copper colored soil and the edge of the white trunks. He cantered toward that, but suddenly it too dissapeared and stretching before him were black trees instead of white. The sky was dark and the clouds looked evil. This forest had black jagged trees, huge ones that looked to be hundreds of years old. They completley blocked out the sun, and in the vast darkness before them heart stopping shrieks were erupting. Here, Alastair paused and took a long look at the black trees, the bark scraped his velvety nose as he sniffed it. He lifted his head and looked long and hard at the jagged tangle of branches, shrouded in mist. Finally, he decided it was their only way. So he turned and faced his girls, who were scared out of their wits.
"Ladies," He cleared his throat. "this forest is evil. I can feel it, so can you." Here they nodded nervously. "So, you stick to me, keep your foals and yearlings close too. Most of all, don't spook. That would be the end of all of us," He glanced around with large, sad eyes. Then uttered two words, "Let's go." he turned and walked into the forest, knowing this could be disastrous.
As they entered the black atmosphere the feeling of evil was creeping in every corner and shadow. Schreeching was heard all around them, sometimes to their left, then another one at their right, and another in front of Alastair. Fog was another problem, it was twisting around every tree and seemed to be grasping the horses bodies and touching their heaving sides with icy fingers. You cold hear the silence echo at you, crying, mourning, shrieking, hissing, a silence that was alive.
They walked for many hours, you lose all sense of time in a place like that, who knows how long they were walking?
After many hours of stressing about every shimmy and noise, Alastair was exhausted. How long will this take? We'll probably starve before we walk through this. I know some forests in this land go on for thousands of miles, did we walk into one of them? The weight of this new thought overwhelmed him. He visibly trembled, now thinking that he was a failure, a stallions failure. He brought death upon his herd, a sad slow one. All because of what? Two moronic fillies! He raged, getting madder every moment. He continued getting angrier until a silent swift wind rushed past him. It breezed his side, he could feel the hate in him melting. What was I thinking? Every mare is worth something, especially Agnes and Mitty. I've always kinda liked them, anyhow. He calmed down, but was concerned about that breeze. What the heck was that? Oh what a day I'm having!
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