Born to be free

Where it's begins 🏞️

Looking towards the sun a winged shadow soars into view, squeak of an unknown bird disturbs the silence. Following the shadow as it appears to be an eagle gliding towards a herd of horses in the sky, soaring downwards between two canyons as rivers rages below. As the eagle continue fly while racing river, soaring towards the wooded area filled with trees and life. Weaving through the trees different creatures appear such as small birds and deer.

Spirit/Duska:
The story that we want to tell you cannot be found in a book. They say the history of the West was written from the saddle of a horse and their rider but it's never been told from the heart of one, not till now. We were born here in this place that would come to be the Old West but not to us, the land was ageless. It had no beginning and no end, no boundary between the earth and sky. Like the wind the buffalo grass we belonged here. We would always belong here.

As the eagle soars low in the wide open wildness, gliding gracefully for trees.

Spirit/Duska:
They say the mustang is the spirit of the West. Whether that West was won or lost in the end you'll have to decide for yourself but the story we want to tell you is true. We were there, and we remember. We remember the sun and the sky and wind calling our names in a when wild horses ran free.

In the distance a herd of wild horses and their riders can be seen in the distance, when suddenly the horses are racing with their riders upon their backs. Rushing through a river with thundering hoof as a jet black stallion riderless leading them. Blades of grass now dancing and swirling with the wind, we see a woman beside a horse both visibly in pain. The two grunting and moaning as they tried there hardest to push their child out, finally as the both let scream of pain while their herd watches with worried expressions a foal and baby are born. The mother's tiredly greet there new borns, the woman holds her new born daughter in her arms while gently nuzzling her small tiny nose. The golden horse nibbling on her foals ear, the two both standing walking away from the foal laying the soft blades of grass. The woman walk towards her people are eagerly awaiting to meet their leaders daughter.

Pine:
Oh River she is ever so beautiful, what will she be called.
A young woman around the age of 20 ask her leader excitedly, the mother who we now know to be called River smile softly and thanks Pine who complimented her daughter.

River:
If I'm being honest it took me some to thought of a name but she shall be called Duska.
The newly mother smiled at her people, before turning to her horse Esperanza showing her child Duska. Esperanza greeted the child being the most gentle she can knowing how fragile young humans were. The two started nursing their children both flinching at the uncomfortable sensation of their children nursing from them. When the foal and daughter were done the both of them had milk bubble of their mouths, the mothers sharing a look shock at the sound of the bubbles popping but then smiling so sweetly at their child once more.

10 years had already passed, we see the foal and Duska grow so quickly. Duska now been old enough to ride but unfortunately her best friend was still to small be ridden. Now being winter with snow being everywhere Duska riding with her mother upon Esperanza while Spirit was running on slope higher up from where the rest of herd was running, when the slope can to an steep end Spirit sliding down towards the herd where they had stop looking to see young foal with panic in their eyes. Spirit flying past them all as Duska jump Esperanza hiding behind to prevent herself from getting covered in the snow, once spirit had passed Duska chases after him tackling him to the freezing snow both laughing and rolling around, while the herd looks at them in annoyance but the two mothers smiling quickly noticing the herd instance, they quickly frown, and they all shake off the snow.

A few days after we see the herd below some icicles catching the water dripping from above them, unfortunately Duska and Spirit are having some trouble. The two getting frustrated they run of elsewhere quickly coming across a monster size icicle as Duska would say. Spirit and Duska lick the hugs icicle, unlucky for them their tongues had gotten stuck both of them now panicked as they heard the herd moving. With a sudden loud creak we see the young ones walking passing the herd a bit too proudly, while their mothers rolling at their eyes towards the children.

A week passed by pretty quickly, the snow melting a sign for spring. We see a group of foals and children playing around in the now slightly warmer water. Both Duska and Spirit becoming to thirst started to drink the water from the small lake they stood in, a loud thundering could be heard the ground was shaking. The others looked behind Spirit and Duska with fear in their and bolting towards the two herd leaders, they quickly hid behind them. Spirit and Duska looked towards the herd confusion obvious of the two faces, Spirit looking under himself his eyes appearing on a rather big nose while Duska watches his actions. But Spirit quickly jumped now facing the much larger herd of buffalos, Duska soon after mimicking Spirit the two looked at the large buffalo in front of them with shocked looks evident on their faces. The buffalo looked at another of its kind quickly turning towards Duska and Spirit with a loud roar, the roar coming to a stop both Spirit and Duska had wide grins upon their faces. Duska held out her hand onto the buffalo while Spirit held himself up with his front legs upon the buffalo.

River:
Duska, Spirit come on you two time to go.
The two looked towards River, quickly approaching her. They both turned towards the buffalo herd one last time, Duska held her hand up in the sky while spirit rearing, this was their way of saying goodbye.