Born Wild  {Completed}

Born Wild {Completed}

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Willow was a small, innocent foal. And when she met Wildfire, her life got even more exciting than it already is. After migrating to Nevada, the two foals get caught and lost in a storm, captured by humans, and nearly tamed to stay domesticated. Suddenly, after years in the ranch, Willow realizes that they shouldn't be there and they decide to leave. Not long afterwards, they get caught in another storm, luckily finding their way out. Willow and Wildfire, going through many herds and Willow dealing with bachelor stallions, they don't know if they can make it home. Will they ever find it back to where they belong? Find out when you add this story to your library and dip your nose into this Wattpad book. {Edited and Finished}
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Have you ever experienced the wind flapping through your mane and forelock as you gallop through vast plains and over rocky slopes? Have you ever known what freedom feels like, knowing that it isn't free? Of course you haven't. You aren't a horse-shifter like me. Well that so called freedom can be taken away any second of any day. In the blink of an eye, and you probably won't even know it. But I do. It happened to me. Like yesterday, when I was caught by the people that run the Wild Mustang Round Up. It isn't a beautiful sight. But I am. My coat, black as night, red as fire in sunlight. My mane, dark as coal, wild as the wind. My tail, as dark as ebony, that can't be tamed. My spirit? Ha, it is as wild as wild can be. I. Can. Not. Be. Tamed.

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