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'Can you find someone to help us?'
Mother's words replayed in Seq's silent mind. The dappled mare was determined to make her mother proud; not only that, but also to prove to HERSELF that she could do something important.

Hooves ate up the ground with great speed, shear determination behind every well-balanced step performed. Seq wasn't about to let her down. I can do this, she thought, drumming up confidence. Her caramel gaze sought after other equine bodies. I can do this!!!

.. Fate had other plans, though.

A frightening squeal suddenly assaulted Seq's ears; and immediately after, a splash-patterned stallion cut off her traveled path. The dappled mare was forced to apply her breaks, forelegs locking at the knee as all four hooves slid through the slush-like snows.

*ARE YOU CRAZY?!* she wanted to scream at him. *YOU COULD HAVE CAUSED A SERIOUS INJURY!* ... No sound came from the mare's mouth though, even as jaws sprung agape as though meant to produce said words. Instead, carbon blasted out of her ebon nostrils in disgust.

"You're mine now!" The young stallion exclaimed, moving his head to snake the mare away. "This way!" He demanded. Said stallion was clearly young, unfamiliar with the proper way to woo a mare; and clearly inexperienced-- yet so was Seq. This was, after all, the first time she had been away from her beloved mother. Likewise, the young brute had just recently been driven from his birth herd. He was hopeful now to catch his own harem of mares.

This stallion was stronger than the petite mare, without a doubt. He could hurt her if he wanted to! That was a terrifying thought. With no choice, and some newfound fright, the dappled lass turned on a dime and fled from this stallion's snapping teeth.

*I have to help my mom!* she wished to protest. Seq wanted to simply plead her case, to explain that she required assistance; but then again, would this young brute even listen if she could?

If she could...
If only she could.

Instead, as hooves pounded at the earth's surface with great pressure, Seq released a series of annoyed snorts. The brute paid no mind, almost smiling as he drove her forward into a little forest clearing.

Why was he taking her here?

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Stallion ID: #169
In response to: Mare Steal
Art features: Sequoyah, Bachelor 50
Story features: Art features: Sequoyah, Bachelor 50
Word Count: 381

Mare Steal: Sequoyah(1/3)

Rolls: Feathers

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Description

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'Can you find someone to help us?'
Mother's words replayed in Seq's silent mind. The dappled mare was determined to make her mother proud; not only that, but also to prove to HERSELF that she could do something important.

Hooves ate up the ground with great speed, shear determination behind every well-balanced step performed. Seq wasn't about to let her down. I can do this, she thought, drumming up confidence. Her caramel gaze sought after other equine bodies. I can do this!!!

.. Fate had other plans, though.

A frightening squeal suddenly assaulted Seq's ears; and immediately after, a splash-patterned stallion cut off her traveled path. The dappled mare was forced to apply her breaks, forelegs locking at the knee as all four hooves slid through the slush-like snows.

*ARE YOU CRAZY?!* she wanted to scream at him. *YOU COULD HAVE CAUSED A SERIOUS INJURY!* ... No sound came from the mare's mouth though, even as jaws sprung agape as though meant to produce said words. Instead, carbon blasted out of her ebon nostrils in disgust.

"You're mine now!" The young stallion exclaimed, moving his head to snake the mare away. "This way!" He demanded. Said stallion was clearly young, unfamiliar with the proper way to woo a mare; and clearly inexperienced-- yet so was Seq. This was, after all, the first time she had been away from her beloved mother. Likewise, the young brute had just recently been driven from his birth herd. He was hopeful now to catch his own harem of mares.

This stallion was stronger than the petite mare, without a doubt. He could hurt her if he wanted to! That was a terrifying thought. With no choice, and some newfound fright, the dappled lass turned on a dime and fled from this stallion's snapping teeth.

*I have to help my mom!* she wished to protest. Seq wanted to simply plead her case, to explain that she required assistance; but then again, would this young brute even listen if she could?

If she could...
If only she could.

Instead, as hooves pounded at the earth's surface with great pressure, Seq released a series of annoyed snorts. The brute paid no mind, almost smiling as he drove her forward into a little forest clearing.

Why was he taking her here?

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Stallion ID: #169
In response to: Mare Steal
Art features: Sequoyah, Bachelor 50
Story features: Art features: Sequoyah, Bachelor 50
Word Count: 381

Mare Steal: Sequoyah(1/3)

Rolls: Feathers

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