Post by TobyMacFreak03 on Nov 28, 2007 11:09:07 GMT -5
Gun shots blasted in the air. Cannons boomed all around them. The clashing of swords and the screams of dying men and horses were just too much for the bay horse. He turned when he felt the weight on his back, dissapear. He looked down and saw his indian friend on the ground, a wound in his chest. A small wound, but enough to kill him. The horse turned and saw the one that had done it. A black horse and his rider were smiling. The bay reared and screamed. Then he ran. A he felt something sharp go into his side and he looked and saw three wounds on his sholder. A solder had a peice of rope with three things on it to tare skin off the bone. The bay had just made it out. He felt another sharp pain, on his hip on his left side. The same side where he had just gotten hit. Two more wounds were bleeding along with the others. His scream filled the air as another one came apon his back. He fell and just lied there. He looked up just in time to get kicked by the black stallion. A deep wound was knocked into his skull, just above his left eye. The stallion lied there as indians and solders faught. He saw his friends die and other indians. But he also saw the enemy fall as well. When the battle was over he was lying there. In pain and almost dead from lossing so much blood. He saw a man, with a gun coming towards him. He also saw a black horse standing in the background. He closed his eyes, felt something up against his head and heard a loud nose. Then felt nothing.........The stallion was killed, by a blood red lake.
The black stallion had seen the bay getting beat over and over by one of his own men. A smile was on his face as he watched his master kill him. Pride was on his heart as he heard the noise. He snorted as the man came walking back. He was the general of the army and he was his horse. He felt the man kick him and he was off. Swerving in and out of dead bodies. The general lead him to a place where headstones were everywhere, holes were too. The stallion's neck was bleeding from and wound and so was his hip, both on the left side. He shook his head once the general dismounted. He stayed where he was as the man walked over to someone and began to speak to him. The stallion turned when he heard an indian's scream. The general began to yell and everyone mounted up and began to gallop towards the indians. The black stallion was in the front of the pack he lead. His eyes were burning red with hate for the indians, even though his own father had been raised by them. So they were part of his blood too. The lead indian shot an arrow, it flew stright at him, he ducked and it got his rider in the heart. He felt the human's weight slip off him and he ran into a horse, an indian horse. The indian on it's back lifted a club and smaked the stallion in the head. He heard a crushing sound and then he fell. Another indian shot an arrow and got him in the neck. Then another arrow, in his back. Then he heard a gun shot and felt nothing....His own side had killed him for his own good. No more pain for the brave stallion.
The black stallion had seen the bay getting beat over and over by one of his own men. A smile was on his face as he watched his master kill him. Pride was on his heart as he heard the noise. He snorted as the man came walking back. He was the general of the army and he was his horse. He felt the man kick him and he was off. Swerving in and out of dead bodies. The general lead him to a place where headstones were everywhere, holes were too. The stallion's neck was bleeding from and wound and so was his hip, both on the left side. He shook his head once the general dismounted. He stayed where he was as the man walked over to someone and began to speak to him. The stallion turned when he heard an indian's scream. The general began to yell and everyone mounted up and began to gallop towards the indians. The black stallion was in the front of the pack he lead. His eyes were burning red with hate for the indians, even though his own father had been raised by them. So they were part of his blood too. The lead indian shot an arrow, it flew stright at him, he ducked and it got his rider in the heart. He felt the human's weight slip off him and he ran into a horse, an indian horse. The indian on it's back lifted a club and smaked the stallion in the head. He heard a crushing sound and then he fell. Another indian shot an arrow and got him in the neck. Then another arrow, in his back. Then he heard a gun shot and felt nothing....His own side had killed him for his own good. No more pain for the brave stallion.