The chestnut stallion was magnificent. His mane danced around in his neck and flowed in the wind direction. His lead mare was black as the night. They always knew I was watching them but they didn't mind. They where all so graceful and beautiful and took me by surprise sometimes. The stallion took charge and guided the mares. His foals where strong and healthy. The foals where nervous of me watching them at first but settled after a while. This particulars herd grazed next to the black stallions herd. The black stallion would let me touch him and ride him. The bond I had with him could not be broken. We galloped up the mountains, no bridle or saddle. We flew with the birds and ran with the wind. I called him whisper. As I went back to watching the chestnut stallions herd one night there was a new foal. It was a palomino with white mane. I wasn't afraid of me watching. It never flinched when I took a photo an the flag went of. This foal would one day take over his fathers legacy as the stallion of the mountains. It was unusual for him to be this colour as he came from a black mare and chestnut stallion. As I looked over to see the other stallions herd he was not there. My stallion where is he. I heard a scream from a horse."whisper" I yelled but I know it's to late
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Sorry it took so long getting this update and I know the chapters are pretty short but I'm not good at writing long chapters. Writing another book the know called "holding on" it's going to be series of books. Will publish holding on first chapter soon. Will update this soon asap
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The Stallion
LosoweThe soul of the wild, the stallion. He runs with the wind. His hooves are like thunder to the ground. He doesn't run from fear. The girl is brave and keeps going. When an accident brings them together they become unstoppable.
