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No one likes Mitty anymore?
Mitty - The horse story
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I guess not. Oh WW your doom has come! Reading your own chapters....editing something no one will read. That's ok, though. If I enjoy it then I will print it out and read it once a month.
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Just post a new one!
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I love Mitty! Please write a new chapter!
I love Mitty! Please write a new chapter!
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Great story!
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Chapter 21 1/2
Sheftu's body was trembling with fear. His strong hooves sent cascades of sand flying behind him, he knew no amount of running would get him out of this one. His capture was inevitable. He continued to run, his stubborness driving him on. The sand is hard to run in because your hooves dig in and sink, thus every stride was exhausting.
Triumphant whinnies reached his ears, he stopped.
His hindsight locked eyes with his pursuers.
A large, chestnut stallion yelled orders to the seventy other stallions, they all surrounded Sheftu and his brigade. Sheftu snorted with disdain as this new horror entered his mind. These stallions are from Larkspur! He despaired, knowing he had failed his mission. Mourir would not be pleased, but that was of no matter now. For his fate was near. Sheftu was not afraid of death, humiliation was the thing he feared. To be humiliated openly would mortally wound his pride, he would forever hate the ones who offended him. Sheftu had killed countless stallions as a result of wounded pride, ever since he was a colt his training was kill, hate, revenge. He had not known anything else, and slowly, those things destroyed all the good in him, all that was left now was stubborness and pride. Pretty shallow stuff if you ask me.
The chestnut stallion stalked towards Sheftu in a powerful stride. He was one of the cheif stallions in the valley of Larkspur. His name was Sieg, he owned one of the largest herds (forty mares!) and he had deep scars to prove it.
He stopped, his crackling blue eyes inches away from Sheftu's dark ones. "Sheftu," He muttered, "You have some explaining to do."
Sheftu did not appreciate the reproachful eyes of this large stallion. He felt threatened. "You'll get no such words from me," He growled.
"Perhaps, if we take you back to Larkspur you'll change your mind."
All hatred fled from Sheftu's eyes, fear shone brightly in it's place. "What do you want with me?"
"You've been a naughty boy, Sheftu. So, I think you can guess." The stallion retorted.
Sheftu's anger returned. "Your not going to manipulate me into talking."
"Oh, so. Your on mare duty, eh? That's what your doing with all these mares in the middle of a wasteland." Sieg was getting sarcastic. "Well, kind sir. If you'll kindly let us take you hostage and take the mares as a tip, I will be indebted to thee."
"Shut-up! You'll have to kill me first before I give away anything!"
"Boys!" Sieg wheeled. "Let's go Idaho! We will travel fast to Tödlich." His voice carried over the desert like thunder over quiet fields.
Sheftu, and the other EvilLands stallions were shoved along roughly, while the mares were enjoying this 'rescue' immensley, as the good stallions knew just how to woo a mare into walking.
Off they went at a fast canter, with Sieg in the lead.
Sheftu's body was trembling with fear. His strong hooves sent cascades of sand flying behind him, he knew no amount of running would get him out of this one. His capture was inevitable. He continued to run, his stubborness driving him on. The sand is hard to run in because your hooves dig in and sink, thus every stride was exhausting.
Triumphant whinnies reached his ears, he stopped.
His hindsight locked eyes with his pursuers.
A large, chestnut stallion yelled orders to the seventy other stallions, they all surrounded Sheftu and his brigade. Sheftu snorted with disdain as this new horror entered his mind. These stallions are from Larkspur! He despaired, knowing he had failed his mission. Mourir would not be pleased, but that was of no matter now. For his fate was near. Sheftu was not afraid of death, humiliation was the thing he feared. To be humiliated openly would mortally wound his pride, he would forever hate the ones who offended him. Sheftu had killed countless stallions as a result of wounded pride, ever since he was a colt his training was kill, hate, revenge. He had not known anything else, and slowly, those things destroyed all the good in him, all that was left now was stubborness and pride. Pretty shallow stuff if you ask me.
The chestnut stallion stalked towards Sheftu in a powerful stride. He was one of the cheif stallions in the valley of Larkspur. His name was Sieg, he owned one of the largest herds (forty mares!) and he had deep scars to prove it.
He stopped, his crackling blue eyes inches away from Sheftu's dark ones. "Sheftu," He muttered, "You have some explaining to do."
Sheftu did not appreciate the reproachful eyes of this large stallion. He felt threatened. "You'll get no such words from me," He growled.
"Perhaps, if we take you back to Larkspur you'll change your mind."
All hatred fled from Sheftu's eyes, fear shone brightly in it's place. "What do you want with me?"
"You've been a naughty boy, Sheftu. So, I think you can guess." The stallion retorted.
Sheftu's anger returned. "Your not going to manipulate me into talking."
"Oh, so. Your on mare duty, eh? That's what your doing with all these mares in the middle of a wasteland." Sieg was getting sarcastic. "Well, kind sir. If you'll kindly let us take you hostage and take the mares as a tip, I will be indebted to thee."
"Shut-up! You'll have to kill me first before I give away anything!"
"Boys!" Sieg wheeled. "Let's go Idaho! We will travel fast to Tödlich." His voice carried over the desert like thunder over quiet fields.
Sheftu, and the other EvilLands stallions were shoved along roughly, while the mares were enjoying this 'rescue' immensley, as the good stallions knew just how to woo a mare into walking.
Off they went at a fast canter, with Sieg in the lead.
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Sorry that was short, more will come later this evening or tommorow.
*shakes finger at Woo* It had better.
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Chapter 22
Sieg led the rest of the horses in a northerly direction, towards Tödlich. As they tirelessly trotted across the wasteland, Sheftu was deep in himself. Thinking, planning, sizing up other stallions, he didn't want to die at Tödlich - that, he knew would be a painful death.
For hundreds of years, Tödlich was used for killing. Not for petty things, but for important leaders of the evil places to meet their fate. The reason the horses chose Tödlich was because it was a natural execution site. It was a cliff, not a large cliff, but if one were to look over the edge they would be stratled to see jagged, pointy rocks sticking like spears up out of the ground.
Sieg led the rest of the horses in a northerly direction, towards Tödlich. As they tirelessly trotted across the wasteland, Sheftu was deep in himself. Thinking, planning, sizing up other stallions, he didn't want to die at Tödlich - that, he knew would be a painful death.
For hundreds of years, Tödlich was used for killing. Not for petty things, but for important leaders of the evil places to meet their fate. The reason the horses chose Tödlich was because it was a natural execution site. It was a cliff, not a large cliff, but if one were to look over the edge they would be stratled to see jagged, pointy rocks sticking like spears up out of the ground.
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