"Manny!Help me! Mommy won't get up, I can't find Tyson and daddy isn't coming back!" My little sister Lily whinnied some where in the mass of running bodies smoke and screaming. Lily was sobbing for our mother to get up, to move, to help us. I was g...
You follow the rules, keep up when we migrate, Shift back to your human if necessary, and respect the lead stallion I'm my herds case that's my dad Bryson leader for 18 years now.
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And if your wondering this is him. Well his horse anyway. Intimidating right? He was from Oklahoma, met my mother Maria when he was my age, and they had me a few years after he became leader. He was 25 when he became leader and he is 16 hands at the shoulder (hands is about 4 inches). He loved us but he was busy a lot taking care of the heard so he didn't spent that much alone time as a family with him.
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This was my mother Maria's horse she's 12 hands at the shoulder. She was sweet and caring, but always knew when to put me in line. She was originally from somewhere in Arizona but ran away to find others like us. That's when she met my dad. Oh and if your wondering we don't have 'true mates' or stuff like that we are designed for, we use human courtship rituals. Wolves bears and other shifters have mates but not us.
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This is my little sister Lily's horse. Ain't she cute? She was born when I was 12 so I was the one who took care of her for training when I had my own kids. She's a wild baby. Though that might be my fault as she mostly got spoiled by me and mom.
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