The Clydesdale Secret

Chapter One

My herd and I were running through the pains of Scotland, our leader was taking us to a new destination as always. I was in a herd of Percherons that were brought over from France. I was a Clydesdale, my original herd was killed by some wolfs and I was picked up by my current herd. On top of being the only Clydesdale I was also the only horse shifter, I haven't shifted in around 13 years and I'm currently 18.

Night had fallen and the leader stopped us to rest. I lied down since it had been a couple of days. Some of the other horses were standing up as a way of moving faster if there were any danger. The was a loud neigh sounded from the leader as a signal that something dangerous was near the herd. I quickly got to my feet and looked around, I saw a group of cowboys riding towards us, they had lassos and what looked like to be Quarter horses. The herd started to run in the opposite direction of the humans. Some of the mares with foals were at the back of the herd with me, saying as how Percherons are normally faster than Clydesdales. 

Slowly one by one, four of us were already caught and I was the last on in the back of the herd. I saw the lassos just barely miss me, people yelling could be heard they were saying things like 'We can't let this one get away' or 'What a beauty' some even question as to why I was in this herd. I picked up my pace to escape the cowboys but sadly I wasn't fast enough and a rope was flung onto my neck, pulling me to a halt. I struggled to get out of the rope but only succeeded in cutting my neck with it, I saw some men dismount their horses and walk up to me, some were in front of me and some were behind me. One of the men reached out and tried to pet my head but I bit his hand and kicked the others. The rope around my neck loosed and I took that chance to bolt, I heard a string of curse words before the men started to follow me. The same thing happened, the lassos barely missed but one of the men got the rope on me and pulled me to a stop once again. I started to buck and pull, the men got ropes around my legs and pulled me to the ground.

"This one's a fighter," one of the men said, "Bring the trailer over, I don't think we can make it with her." One of the other men nodded and rode off. 

A big trailer pulled up to us and a new man got out and opened the trailer. The men pulled me up onto my feet but kept a stronghold of the ropes. They started to pull me into the trailer but I planted my feet firmly, I started to rear up in protest but they continued to pull me into the trailer and shut it before I could get out. Five of the herd members had been captured including me but I was the only one in the trailer, interesting.

~Authors Note~

Sorry if this story sucked, now let me explain why I used some of the horses I did and why I said something about the location and speed.

I guess for starters the Clydesdale, I used it because it's a gentle giant and I love them. I placed the story in Scotland because they are thought to originate from there.

Now as for the Percheron, they are usually bigger than a Clydesdale and faster, they are both Draft horses, now as to why I said that they were imported was because in my research the Percheron is one of Frances best know horses, once again I could be wrong but this is what my research had brought me.

Last but not least (I almost forgot about them) the Quarter Horse, I had them as the riding horse because they are some of the fastest horses, known for being able to sprint a Quarter of a mile.

Thank you for reading hope you enjoyed! 

Plese tell me if I need to fix anything.

~Authors Note End~