Mitty - The horse story
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If you have time can you please write another chapter? Dont rush cause we all havge things to do and we dont want to pressure you so whenever youd like.
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Yes I can write another chapter. What I sometimes do is write a little each day, then the third or fourth day I post all I've written. Tomorrow I'll do writing so expect one tomorrow.
Yes I can write another chapter. What I sometimes do is write a little each day, then the third or fourth day I post all I've written. Tomorrow I'll do writing so expect one tomorrow.
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Chapter 41
Grey streaks were splitting the sky as I sighed; Rachel and Lune left me standing so alone and desolate in the same spot. My legs were rooted to the ground as I sniffled, still recovering from a very stressful time. My emotions seemed bi-polar these days, they would shine with happiness one moment, then be thundering in rage the next. What's wrong with me? Why did I ever have to see Lune again? I hate him. And I always will hate him. I will always resent his presence in this country, and if I get the chance, I will trip him up any way I can conjure up! With those angry thoughts, I wheeled around and before I took a step, my mouth dropped open in awe.
I hardly dared to breath as I soaked in all the beauty around me. Snowcapped mountains, so stately and tall, were rimmed red with the burning brightness of the sun. The sky was pink and orange, with pink clouds streaked across it, meeting with white fluffy ones. It looked like a concert, the sun flaunting all it's handsome colors for the world to see. The clouds looked like ladies, dancing across the sky, changing appearance every minute. At first, a dull gray, as they are just rising, but then as soon as the sun rises, they leap out of bed and dance for joy in it's bright light. They turn icing pink, rosy and excited to be the first ones awake on this misty morn; then their happiness folds in to bright orange with passion for their dancing and fluttering across the boundless sky. As the morning wears on, their lively performance ceases and they mellow, content to rest their pretty heads on downy white till sunset.
It was utterly beautiful. I shook myself out of my reverie and picked up a trot to the top of a small hill. Which would dip down into a little valley, at the end of which is a forest at the foot of the mountains. I climbed the hill and stood at the top, the wind playing at my mane as I looked down at my herd. Alastair was grazing, every once in a while picking up his head and observing the mares, then dropping it again to snip the dewy grass. I smiled at him, no, I could never love Lune with the deep respect I had for Alastair. What is love without respect? I squinted, trying to spot Agnes. There were only three chestnuts in the herd before the werewolves attacked, and they killed Nellie, one of the chestnuts, so that means there was only Agnes and Lily left. Ah! There she was! So pretty and sad looking. In fact, she looked down right depressed; even from up at my tall vantage point I could see that she was unhappy. Her head hung a little lower, and she looked very skinny - wait! I focused harder, what was that beside her?
On an impulse I half reared and whinnied! As long and hard as I could! It echoed through valley, splitting through the silence like a dagger. When I finished, I looked down at the herd, they were all looking at me, suddenly Agnes whinnied back:
"MITTY!" She screamed! Then started towards me like she had fire at her heels.
Alastair whinnied and ran hard by Agnes's side, two of her short fast strides counted for one of his; yet she kept up with no problem. Flushed with excitement, I started down the hill, my tail whipping after my like a flag and my head held high with my spirits soaring across the ceaseless sky. When we met, I could hardly see through tears. Alastair was beside me, warm and nuzzling. Me eyes looked into his, never with words would I try to explain what passed between us in a glance. Agnes was nuzzling me and crying, in fact, we were all crying! I even caught some tears sliding out of Alastair's eyes. It just felt so wonderful to be surrounded by Alastair and Agnes, even the herd was nuzzling me and looking me over.
"Oh, Mitty - " Agnes faltered, catching her breath.
"Agnes," Was all I could gasp in my state of mind, "Alastair - I - I "
"Your home now, Mitty," Alastair's deep voice was comforting, "We all missed you,"
I'm sure the look in my eye's was pure worship towards that stallion, he that meant almost everything to me. "I missed you all the most," New tears sprang to my eyes.
"Mitty!" A familiar voice was at my side, and a stark grey head looked up into mine. It was the filly!
"You made it back!" I cried!
"I - I'll never forget what you did for me, Mitty," She gave me a hug, "You risked your freedom for mine."
"I'm glad I did," I blushed, wishing she didn't bring it up.
"Mitty, tell me everything!" Agnes smiled, "Including how you got those gashes on your back," She indicated towards the wounds the cougar made on my poor back.
"I'm still trying to process everything that just happened, it's all seems like a haze."
"Well, of course, but here's something that may come as a shock " Agnes replied, and everyone suddenly went silent, as if waiting in suspense for her to finish. "Here's my foal, Miriamne."
My mouth dropped open as a curious, yet somewhat hesitant filly peeked out from behind Agnes' haunches. I was at a loss for words! Agnes's foal?
"Agnes, she so b-beautiful!" I cried with excitement, "She looks like you in so many ways!" I noticed the fine curve of her nostrils Arab like, which was one of Agnes's features. Her big, brown eyes full of expression were like looking into Agnes's! She had a saucy tilt of the head that looked so much like Agnes it took my breath away. Marianne's build was Alastair's, her deep girth, broad back and well muscled chest, strong legs that were obviously more feminine than Alastair's - but still Alastair's trait. I looked up into Agnes's eyes, and they shined proudly, "What do you think of her?"
"She looks so much like you it takes my breath away, Agnes."
"What about me?" Alastair teased.
"Yes, her body is much like yours, yet not so masculine. I think Miriamne is such a pretty name! Where did you get it, Agnes?"
"It was my mother's name, for I always wish to remember her." Agnes replied, very solemnly.
Those words kind of struck me, for I didn't remember my mother's name, I didn't even really remember my mother. "I'm sure your mother would be very happy for you," My words rang a little hollow, but I don't think I realized it.
"Mitty could you please tell us everything?" Agnes asked.
"I -I'm a little tired right now, I mean I was up all night, y'know." With that I walked away, silently, broodingly. Since Agnes had her foal then I will be next!
Grey streaks were splitting the sky as I sighed; Rachel and Lune left me standing so alone and desolate in the same spot. My legs were rooted to the ground as I sniffled, still recovering from a very stressful time. My emotions seemed bi-polar these days, they would shine with happiness one moment, then be thundering in rage the next. What's wrong with me? Why did I ever have to see Lune again? I hate him. And I always will hate him. I will always resent his presence in this country, and if I get the chance, I will trip him up any way I can conjure up! With those angry thoughts, I wheeled around and before I took a step, my mouth dropped open in awe.
I hardly dared to breath as I soaked in all the beauty around me. Snowcapped mountains, so stately and tall, were rimmed red with the burning brightness of the sun. The sky was pink and orange, with pink clouds streaked across it, meeting with white fluffy ones. It looked like a concert, the sun flaunting all it's handsome colors for the world to see. The clouds looked like ladies, dancing across the sky, changing appearance every minute. At first, a dull gray, as they are just rising, but then as soon as the sun rises, they leap out of bed and dance for joy in it's bright light. They turn icing pink, rosy and excited to be the first ones awake on this misty morn; then their happiness folds in to bright orange with passion for their dancing and fluttering across the boundless sky. As the morning wears on, their lively performance ceases and they mellow, content to rest their pretty heads on downy white till sunset.
It was utterly beautiful. I shook myself out of my reverie and picked up a trot to the top of a small hill. Which would dip down into a little valley, at the end of which is a forest at the foot of the mountains. I climbed the hill and stood at the top, the wind playing at my mane as I looked down at my herd. Alastair was grazing, every once in a while picking up his head and observing the mares, then dropping it again to snip the dewy grass. I smiled at him, no, I could never love Lune with the deep respect I had for Alastair. What is love without respect? I squinted, trying to spot Agnes. There were only three chestnuts in the herd before the werewolves attacked, and they killed Nellie, one of the chestnuts, so that means there was only Agnes and Lily left. Ah! There she was! So pretty and sad looking. In fact, she looked down right depressed; even from up at my tall vantage point I could see that she was unhappy. Her head hung a little lower, and she looked very skinny - wait! I focused harder, what was that beside her?
On an impulse I half reared and whinnied! As long and hard as I could! It echoed through valley, splitting through the silence like a dagger. When I finished, I looked down at the herd, they were all looking at me, suddenly Agnes whinnied back:
"MITTY!" She screamed! Then started towards me like she had fire at her heels.
Alastair whinnied and ran hard by Agnes's side, two of her short fast strides counted for one of his; yet she kept up with no problem. Flushed with excitement, I started down the hill, my tail whipping after my like a flag and my head held high with my spirits soaring across the ceaseless sky. When we met, I could hardly see through tears. Alastair was beside me, warm and nuzzling. Me eyes looked into his, never with words would I try to explain what passed between us in a glance. Agnes was nuzzling me and crying, in fact, we were all crying! I even caught some tears sliding out of Alastair's eyes. It just felt so wonderful to be surrounded by Alastair and Agnes, even the herd was nuzzling me and looking me over.
"Oh, Mitty - " Agnes faltered, catching her breath.
"Agnes," Was all I could gasp in my state of mind, "Alastair - I - I "
"Your home now, Mitty," Alastair's deep voice was comforting, "We all missed you,"
I'm sure the look in my eye's was pure worship towards that stallion, he that meant almost everything to me. "I missed you all the most," New tears sprang to my eyes.
"Mitty!" A familiar voice was at my side, and a stark grey head looked up into mine. It was the filly!
"You made it back!" I cried!
"I - I'll never forget what you did for me, Mitty," She gave me a hug, "You risked your freedom for mine."
"I'm glad I did," I blushed, wishing she didn't bring it up.
"Mitty, tell me everything!" Agnes smiled, "Including how you got those gashes on your back," She indicated towards the wounds the cougar made on my poor back.
"I'm still trying to process everything that just happened, it's all seems like a haze."
"Well, of course, but here's something that may come as a shock " Agnes replied, and everyone suddenly went silent, as if waiting in suspense for her to finish. "Here's my foal, Miriamne."
My mouth dropped open as a curious, yet somewhat hesitant filly peeked out from behind Agnes' haunches. I was at a loss for words! Agnes's foal?
"Agnes, she so b-beautiful!" I cried with excitement, "She looks like you in so many ways!" I noticed the fine curve of her nostrils Arab like, which was one of Agnes's features. Her big, brown eyes full of expression were like looking into Agnes's! She had a saucy tilt of the head that looked so much like Agnes it took my breath away. Marianne's build was Alastair's, her deep girth, broad back and well muscled chest, strong legs that were obviously more feminine than Alastair's - but still Alastair's trait. I looked up into Agnes's eyes, and they shined proudly, "What do you think of her?"
"She looks so much like you it takes my breath away, Agnes."
"What about me?" Alastair teased.
"Yes, her body is much like yours, yet not so masculine. I think Miriamne is such a pretty name! Where did you get it, Agnes?"
"It was my mother's name, for I always wish to remember her." Agnes replied, very solemnly.
Those words kind of struck me, for I didn't remember my mother's name, I didn't even really remember my mother. "I'm sure your mother would be very happy for you," My words rang a little hollow, but I don't think I realized it.
"Mitty could you please tell us everything?" Agnes asked.
"I -I'm a little tired right now, I mean I was up all night, y'know." With that I walked away, silently, broodingly. Since Agnes had her foal then I will be next!
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Here you go.
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Thanks :3
Can you write another ??
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