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Roxie lays down in mud rolling until she is Brown instead of chestnut |
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Zylon looked over his shoulder and gave a wary expression. "I must go." He nickered quietly, flicking an ear. Zylon listened in the direction he came from before looking at the mud-covered-mare. "Goodbye." |
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Roxie stared after him goodbye she said and turned around galloping. |
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Zylon turned away and began galloping as well. The humans, he had trampled earlier when he escaped from their ungentle hands, were coming into the forest. Shouting and whistling a series of several short whistles to their horses, Zylon picked his speed up and nearly seemed to race the wind. Zylon heard them give chase to him. |
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Roxie whinnied to the humans do they would follow her instead. |
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I have to go eat dinner brb |
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Alrighty)
Zylon heard the mare's whinny and skidded to a stop. In no way, was he going to let those humans ruin more lives. With a thunderous neigh, he reared and kicked his hooves at the heads of the humans before ropes were thrown. Luckily, he dodged the ropes and continued to flee with them just behind him. Ropes tickled his back legs and, out of anger, he planted his hooves into the tall grass and violently kicked the man's shoulders and threw him several feet away. This terrified the other man, he and the two tamed horses fled back to the barn. Zylon was exhausted. Silently, he stood and closed his eyes, breathing heavily from all that running. |
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Rosie ran to him are you okay |
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Zylon eventually gained enough energy to lift his head and open his eyes. He looked to the mare. "I'm exhausted. Nothing more, nothing less." He sighed "Don't ever do put yourself in harm's way for me. I can handle myself, mare." He scolded lightly. Zylon was not upset, he just wanted to inform her of her foolish decision. "I am a wild stallion after all." |
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Roxie my mother was wild she fell in love with Secretariat. So she got captured on purpose. She was a Belgian naked Rebel Lady. I miss her very much. She set me and herself free one night, but they couldn't capture her again so they shot her through the stomach. She was with foal again both her and my yet to be born sister died.
The girl my owner of as I like to call her my pet s grandma found me and they took care of me. No her grandmother is sick and the girls parents don't care. |
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Nighttime Thunderstorms with Hail
