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Post by Magdalene DeFoe on Aug 29, 2010 2:44:07 GMT -5
Free.
It had been over eight hours of being on the road transported from one place to another in a trailer and now that the scents around him were becoming slightly more familiar, the eight-year-old Friesian stallion felt more at ease. With an explosive snort ripping through his distended nostrils, Bracken dropped his Roman-styled head, bucking down the diagonal of the pasture, his feathered forelegs striking out in complete glee with each stride. It felt amazing to be able to stretch his legs and be off the road, out of a trailer. Digging into the grass and tearing across the pasture at a thundering gallop, Bracken slammed his haunches down right as he neared the fence, his dark eyes bright, alert, aware of his surroundings. He pivoted in a well-performed turn on the haunches, leaping into a floating, elegant yet powerful trot to the far end of the pasture, drawing to a halt, his head held high, crest rounded, another blast of carbon exploding from his lungs through his nostrils.
His ears remained pricked, curious of this new place. He knew he was to settle here. This was home, but he wanted to get to know every aspect of it. He was massive, a powerful animal, yet kind and gentle as he was capable of being. He thrived off of the praise of his human companions, being the sort to turn and shove his rump in someone's direction only to insist on being scratched. He was of exceptional breeding, his maturity and ability already thriving. He walked along the fence, dropping his head, ears still pricked as he watched everything that went on within his range of sight. |
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