Post by ღRedwoodღ on May 13, 2006 23:08:44 GMT -5
What is the rain, but a bringer of Memories, and death?
Bear felt numb, physically and mentally. He heard the screams of the redwoods as they swayed and fell once in awhile. Falling of the Redwoods was a horrible danger, killing everything in it's path, bringing the hurt of loss to the world.
Bear listened, not hearing anything but horses, Redwoods crackling, the thunder smashing, the lightening sreaming the world... The sound of galloping... The rain slowly left him... he was standing... The thunder cracked... A gun shot rose... The gates were cold... The ringing scared him into a Gallop, a sprint, a horse smashed his side... The sound of a Redwoods fell... He Leaped forward, beating #7, passed #9, and leaving the favorite of the race in the dust. His bit pulled him as he skook his head. He slowed. halfway there he was in right next to #2. Is galloped into him, he reined though and smashed #2, and he lunged back. He stretched, getting again another 10 feet. The final stretch... The sound of Screams of people arose... the sound of screaming thunder arose... he Reared. His rider fell. he turned and saw his rider in his last seconds before the herd came. He leaped into the crowd. the sounds of screams arose. He ran to the marble. The feel of Cold metal penatrated his skin. He yanked back, blood pooring from the gash... he looked down, seeing the Scar there... He ran to the side, people running in front of him, his anger made him continue, even though it meant screams... A branch hit his head from the wind... He reared high, and galloped toward the desert. hours passed as reeds and weeds dared to break him in, leaving their bloodied mark... he could feel it like he did then... He stopped one stop, and then galloped, blood and foaming at the mouth. He came to the redwood forest and fell. He screamed... he screamed, the lightening illuminating the rearing figure. His hooves fell to the ground. His legs hurt like then. He looked at his front left shoulder, blood pooring from it like a then. The lightening flashed, showing it was just rain water pooring from it's side. He looked toward the sky. he hurt, just like then, then, now, and forever.
Lightening flashed, as the lost stallion stood there. he'd ran here in fear. Again, he heard the gallop. behind him. He turned his head. Nothing. He looked forward in relief. He turned his head in front of him, as an illumination of lightening lit up a figure in front of him. He Reared back in fear. It stood there. A red horse, smaller than he, the size of him when he raced about... The horse looked dark brown in the Rain and soaked, but it wore a racing number, saddle, and mask to keep dirt from it's eyes. The Lightening lit up again, the horse wasn't there. His imagination played a trick on him. A horrible one. He was in no danger of falling redwoods from here, but he felt in danger...
Bear felt numb, physically and mentally. He heard the screams of the redwoods as they swayed and fell once in awhile. Falling of the Redwoods was a horrible danger, killing everything in it's path, bringing the hurt of loss to the world.
Bear listened, not hearing anything but horses, Redwoods crackling, the thunder smashing, the lightening sreaming the world... The sound of galloping... The rain slowly left him... he was standing... The thunder cracked... A gun shot rose... The gates were cold... The ringing scared him into a Gallop, a sprint, a horse smashed his side... The sound of a Redwoods fell... He Leaped forward, beating #7, passed #9, and leaving the favorite of the race in the dust. His bit pulled him as he skook his head. He slowed. halfway there he was in right next to #2. Is galloped into him, he reined though and smashed #2, and he lunged back. He stretched, getting again another 10 feet. The final stretch... The sound of Screams of people arose... the sound of screaming thunder arose... he Reared. His rider fell. he turned and saw his rider in his last seconds before the herd came. He leaped into the crowd. the sounds of screams arose. He ran to the marble. The feel of Cold metal penatrated his skin. He yanked back, blood pooring from the gash... he looked down, seeing the Scar there... He ran to the side, people running in front of him, his anger made him continue, even though it meant screams... A branch hit his head from the wind... He reared high, and galloped toward the desert. hours passed as reeds and weeds dared to break him in, leaving their bloodied mark... he could feel it like he did then... He stopped one stop, and then galloped, blood and foaming at the mouth. He came to the redwood forest and fell. He screamed... he screamed, the lightening illuminating the rearing figure. His hooves fell to the ground. His legs hurt like then. He looked at his front left shoulder, blood pooring from it like a then. The lightening flashed, showing it was just rain water pooring from it's side. He looked toward the sky. he hurt, just like then, then, now, and forever.
Lightening flashed, as the lost stallion stood there. he'd ran here in fear. Again, he heard the gallop. behind him. He turned his head. Nothing. He looked forward in relief. He turned his head in front of him, as an illumination of lightening lit up a figure in front of him. He Reared back in fear. It stood there. A red horse, smaller than he, the size of him when he raced about... The horse looked dark brown in the Rain and soaked, but it wore a racing number, saddle, and mask to keep dirt from it's eyes. The Lightening lit up again, the horse wasn't there. His imagination played a trick on him. A horrible one. He was in no danger of falling redwoods from here, but he felt in danger...
