Jello's Story - Part 1
By Velski
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28th Oct 2010 •
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Jello, a red roan Quarter Horse mare, galloped toward the lake. Stanza, a black Mustang stallion, galloped after her, trying to catch her. The other herds watched them curiously.
They wondered why the lead mare’s daughter ran from the lead stallion.
What happened? They had heard that the horses of Stanza’s herd were fighting, but they didn’t know how bad it was until now. Jello’s eyes were filled with anger, and Stanza just looked confused. He didn’t know why his lead mare’s daughter was running away, or why he was chasing her. He stopped and turned around. Stanza went back to the herd while Jello kept running. Jello looked back and saw that Stanza wasn’t chasing her anymore, so she slowed and relaxed.
“Hey, would you like to join our herd? We were just passing through, we’ll be leaving tomorrow.” Snare, a dapple gray Arabian cross, asked.
“Sure, thanks.” Jello said. She needed to get away from this area, she could sense it would be human infested sometime soon. She walked over to the herd and realized she knew most of the horses. The only ones she didn’t know were a bit younger, and hadn’t traveled quite as long as the others. Clarinet, a black mare with a silver mane, was new to her, but Clarinet was at least eleven. Star Overture (Star), a fiery chestnut stallion, looked a bit younger, but more experienced. The rest she knew from her own travels. She walked over to her friend Trumpet, a palomino Mustang mare, and nickered softly. Trumpet nickered back, happy to see a good friend. Stanza started walking back over, and Snare instantly flattened his ears, ready to fight. Stanza saw this and turned, scared by the idea of a fight. He still had his mares, why fight for just one? Star neighed to her.
“Come over here! We’re having a meeting.” He said, studying Jello’s frame. Jello had more of a stocky frame, but she was a gentle looking horse. She listened for the clatter of hooves on the ground, but heard no attacking hoof beats. She relaxed and spotted Snare’s son, Cello. Cello was a dark bay Arabian cross, with a striking frame. The horses split into groups based on their section of the mini court they had to choose if they could have a newcomer or not. The main horses were Snare and Clarinet, with Cello and Star for help. Trumpet and the others were bystanders who helped decide the fate, but didn’t play a major role. Cello took her out to take a few tests, and must have decided she passed because she wasn’t kicked out. She was put as an apprentice navigator. She grinned as she realized that she would be Trumpet’s apprentice. Trumpet showed Jello a map that had been etched on the stone wall in the cave. Jello nodded and studied the map closely, for she knew she would need to memorize it. A small chip was a lake, a larger chip was an ocean, and a carved line was a river. A squiggly circle was a forest. A zigzag circle was a marsh. A dotted line was a trail. She soon learned the trails and headed back out by Trumpet.
“Have you learned the map?” Trumpet asked.
“Yes. That’s incredible, how that was made.” Jello responded.
“I know! Could you imagine being the horse that had to chip all that out with hoof and tooth?! That would be a mix of horrible and amazing to know what you have done.” Trumpet said while her eyes wandered into the distance. Jello nodded. She looked over at the open plains and sighed slightly. She was tired and she honestly couldn’t believe that she had stayed awake more then two days. Trumpet wandered away and Cello nickered to Jello. Jello walked over and he rubbed his head against her. Jello jumped back and Cello jumped toward her. She realized in the darkness that it wasn’t Cello, it was Stanza. Stanza flung himself at her, knocking her down. She heard hoof beats coming toward them and looked up at the horse that was galloping toward them.
“Clarinet.” She whispered as she recognized the mare. Clarinet yanked Stanza up, her long legs strained as she pulled him away. Snare walked up and glared at Stanza.
“She is no longer your mare. You have no right to be with her.” Snare said, his dappled coat gleaming in the moon light. Stanza sighed and galloped away. Snare’s herd exchanged glances, but they decided it was safe and they all went to sleep. But a dark figure stood by the entrance of the cave, unseen by anyone else.
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Pintie
Awesome Story :D I can't believe my Digi's were used!! :D
Awesome Story :D I can't believe my Digi's were used!! :D
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Oct 28, 2010
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toffeelola
good story! theres alot of instruments in it, you should have put in flute (lolz I play the flute)
good story! theres alot of instruments in it, you should have put in flute (lolz I play the flute)
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Oct 29, 2010
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Run Free
great story well done
great story well done
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Oct 29, 2010
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Velski
Thanks guys! It was a lot of fun!
Thanks guys! It was a lot of fun!
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Oct 29, 2010
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