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Hook straitened, neck stiff and veins rippling. Snorting with frustration, he pawed the dusty burning soil. He heard the screams of his herdmates, the sickening cries from foals being ripped from their mothers hold.
Yet he sat, sat and watched, waiting. He would never be caught, he would build another herd like last time. Then lead them to be caught by the humans, ripping them of the safe home they deemed Hell. Nobody tried to catch him, until the women and her white stallion came. He had a black marking on his eye just as Hook did, not a patch more of a tribal mark. The other stallion screamed his name into Hooks brain, Morpheus. Hook made out only a few words the stallion spat at him, "catch." "mine."
Hook turned, tails whipping in the hot steam filled wind. His horns were slashed by the burning brush, they stung his face and choked his airway.
Morpheus was coming hard, metal covered hoofs pounding the dirt, protected face grinning. The women atop him rode like a shadow, it was no challenge for her on the stallion. They had a connection, one of slavery? Or a bond of friendship? Hook would not stay long enough to find out.
He felt the slap, and heard the woosh as the rope looped his thick neck. He bellowed frantically, throwing his body into the air. Spinning fast and hard in circles trying to throw the Stallion off, trying to free himself. Through the spins Hook noticed yet another Narakari, this time a dark sooty grey raced in. Her name met his mind slower and quieter, still biting hard and fierce, Greer. Another women was atop, she was thin but strong, long robes around her. Another rope met his back hoof, spreading his body apart, slowing him... down....

Description
Hook straitened, neck stiff and veins rippling. Snorting with frustration, he pawed the dusty burning soil. He heard the screams of his herdmates, the sickening cries from foals being ripped from their mothers hold.
Yet he sat, sat and watched, waiting. He would never be caught, he would build another herd like last time. Then lead them to be caught by the humans, ripping them of the safe home they deemed Hell. Nobody tried to catch him, until the women and her white stallion came. He had a black marking on his eye just as Hook did, not a patch more of a tribal mark. The other stallion screamed his name into Hooks brain, Morpheus. Hook made out only a few words the stallion spat at him, "catch." "mine."
Hook turned, tails whipping in the hot steam filled wind. His horns were slashed by the burning brush, they stung his face and choked his airway.
Morpheus was coming hard, metal covered hoofs pounding the dirt, protected face grinning. The women atop him rode like a shadow, it was no challenge for her on the stallion. They had a connection, one of slavery? Or a bond of friendship? Hook would not stay long enough to find out.
He felt the slap, and heard the woosh as the rope looped his thick neck. He bellowed frantically, throwing his body into the air. Spinning fast and hard in circles trying to throw the Stallion off, trying to free himself. Through the spins Hook noticed yet another Narakari, this time a dark sooty grey raced in. Her name met his mind slower and quieter, still biting hard and fierce, Greer. Another women was atop, she was thin but strong, long robes around her. Another rope met his back hoof, spreading his body apart, slowing him... down....