Bullet watched his son in sad disappointment. His hard gaze shifted from Vanner, to Flame; he smiled. The colt was strong, but he had an arrogant side to him. That can be worked out. Bullet mused to himself.
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Vanner sprinted after the foals, his long legs pumping madly. He reached his slender muzzle out to Flame’s flank, and was just about to tag him, when a splitting, ear piercing call resounded through the field. All the horses immediately stopped what they were doing, whether it was grazing or playing, it all came to a standstill. Shasta stiffened. That was not the call of her own stallion, but that of a challenger. She snorted, and all the mares bustled together, calling to their foals. Within a minute, the foals were beside their mothers; Shasta looked up towards the hill. The silhouette of Bullet was not there. Only the sound of thundering hooves could be heard. Please protect him. She thought, then whinnied loudly, and led the herd swiftly towards the grove of trees.
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Bullet thundered towards a jet black stallion. His head swung side to side, sizing up his opponent. This was not one of the young colts who were stupid enough the challenge at such a young age; this was a stallion, with a broad back, and wide shoulders. He wouldn’t be a pushover. The horses’ dark brown eyes burned with fury, and his lip was curled to show a row of powerful teeth. “Give it up, old man! Your herd will be mine today!” He screamed, his voice deep and commanding. Bullet threw his large head back; “Not until the day I die!” He snorted. “Then I’m afraid, that day will be today.” The black stallion replied, his eyes gleaming with hate. “Try me.” Bullet scoffed, his voice calm and cool.
The two stallions tucked their head, and circled each other, looking for a weakness. It was Bullet who saw one first, and kicked out with his hooves at the horses’ chest. He let out a snort of anger, and lunged for Bullet’s flank. Bullet screamed in fury as the stallion’s teeth dug into his flesh. He reared, and twisted, then fell hard onto the horses’ the back. The black horse screamed in agony, and scrambled away. The two began to circle each other again. “Tell me,” Bullet inquired, his eyes never leaving the black horse in front of him. “What is your name?” The stallion pinned his ears flat against his skull. “My name is Raven.” He growled. A sky smile played at Bullet’s lips; “Well, Raven, you were stupid to think you could take my herd.” He sneered, the smile full on his face now. Raven bared his teeth; “You won’t think I’m so stupid when I kill you.” “Alright. Have a go.” Bullet replied, bracing himself. Raven lunged at him, and the two stallions clashed once more.
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Shasta stood still, gazing out into the field, her pelt flinching with each dull thud of hoof hitting flesh. Her herd stood behind her at a distance; all listening intently. Flame’s teeth were bared, his ears back. Vanner shivered in place. Bullet was the father of each foal, but he was also Shasta’s mate; his mother. He felt a true connection to his father, one that none of the other foals felt. Twilight nibbled nervously at the small buds of grass, while Gypsy shuffled nervously. All were waiting for their stallion to come. None of them knew whether it would be Bullet, or the challenger.
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Raven slashed his teeth down Bullet's shoulder. The large stallion was clearly winning, but Raven wouldn't give up. Bullet was doing damage to Raven, and was receiving damage as well. Both stallions were covered in sweat that seeped into their open wounds, creating a stinging sensation. "Give up son," Bullet nickered. "You're beat." Raven's brown eyes burned with a new flame. Bullet advanced, and Raven retreated a step. "Get! Before I really tear you apart!!" Bullet screamed, and charged Raven. The young stallion screamed, and sprinted towards the border. Bullet was right on his heels, nipping and driving. Raven leaped across the border, and pelted away, before stopping. "I'LL BE BACK! YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THAT LAST OF ME!! I WILL HAVE YOUR HERD!! SOMEDAY BULLET!! ONE OF THESE DAYS!" He screamed, and sprinted away, bucking wildly.