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"Today's the day, Vee!" Madeline crooned at Vulcan as she and Sean locked the last of the temporary fences into place. The couple had some stablehands working with them today on this project, so that there was someone available to open the gates after both Madeline and Sean saddled up atop their mounts. Today was freedom day for the two mustangs; Vulcan and Wisteria. Their gates would be opened, they would be directed to run down the ajoining chutes, and then the human couple would drive them further away from the settlement atop their trusted quarter horses.

Vulcan, after spending months here, had become unintentionally familiar with the woman's presence. She no longer startled him like she used to; however, he still very-much disliked her, relating her to his current 'captured' situation. She was talking to him again, like she did quite often now, and in response the stallion offered an annoyed grunt and irritated snort her direction. He was growing anxious seeing the fences go up again, and understood that their construction meant someone was being moved.

Wisteria, unlike Vulcan, was not comfortable enough to stand, stare, and study the current ongoings. Warm carbon was being pumped from her flared nostrils as those strong legs assaulted the Earth with a great power. Each fear-influenced step called a new cloud of dust to rise into the air, the mare darting about her paddock like a craized maniac. On the occassion she'd even offer a high-pitched squeal before skirting about and bolting a new direction, seemingly spooked by her own fast-moving shadow. She was so hot-headed, so angry, so .. REACTIVE in this moment, that her brain couldn't properly decide between acting on her flight or flight responses.

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Sqeeeee-EEEEEEEEEK!
The gates swung open, the two horses were driven out, and then they were given chase by a whistling Maddie and Sean. The two-leggeds didn't push the mustangs hard, no. They gave chase at a reasonable pace, driving them across the plain and towards the dense forests that made the border of the wild management areas.

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Wisteria ran hard on her own account, her gaze straight-forward and focused on the forest she was fixing to dive into. That was until she heard Vulcan's voice call out from behind her, and her skull moved to award a curious glance o'er her own shoulder. "Hey! Wait up!" he had called out to her, his own hooves carving cresent-shaped ruts into the Earth as he tried desperately to keep up. Wisteria shifted her gaze to look behind him, and that's when she realized the humans had stopped giving chase. "I never got your name!" Vulcan called out again, hoping to instigate some friendly conversation. How dare he try to talk to her right now! There was one mission here, one task, and it was to get as far away from this place as possible. Sure, they had probably run a safe distance by now, but THAT wasn't good enough for Wisteria!

The mare's brows furrowed, and her gaze hardened as though wishing to burn through the bay-roaned brute. In one swift motion she pushed from off the ground, dug her forehooves in upon reunion to it, and thrust her hindquarters backwards in an aggressive fashion. "PISS OFF!!!"

Vulcan was forced to apply the breaks and skid to a halt in order to dodge the mare's violent assault towards his face. He also, immediately felt his stomach sink. Wisteria had rejected him a second time now, and said feeling of rejection sure stung. "Ok.." he whispered to himself silently, as though this was the moment he had finally decided to give in. He was a gentleman, afterall, and would never force himself upon someone so.. unwilling. The bay-roan stallion would simply watch this beautiful, silver-wrapped gem disapear into the horizon and through the thickening treeline.. wondering what could have been if things had gone differently. What now? Sigh.

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Stallion ID: #169-2
In response to: E-Human, Capture (3/3)
Art features: Vulcan, Wisteria
Story features: Vulcan, Wisteria
Word Count: 651

Healing: Vulcan i(1/1)
Captured: Captured (3/3)

Rolls: Normal

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References: xx xx xx xx xx xx xx

Description

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"Today's the day, Vee!" Madeline crooned at Vulcan as she and Sean locked the last of the temporary fences into place. The couple had some stablehands working with them today on this project, so that there was someone available to open the gates after both Madeline and Sean saddled up atop their mounts. Today was freedom day for the two mustangs; Vulcan and Wisteria. Their gates would be opened, they would be directed to run down the ajoining chutes, and then the human couple would drive them further away from the settlement atop their trusted quarter horses.

Vulcan, after spending months here, had become unintentionally familiar with the woman's presence. She no longer startled him like she used to; however, he still very-much disliked her, relating her to his current 'captured' situation. She was talking to him again, like she did quite often now, and in response the stallion offered an annoyed grunt and irritated snort her direction. He was growing anxious seeing the fences go up again, and understood that their construction meant someone was being moved.

Wisteria, unlike Vulcan, was not comfortable enough to stand, stare, and study the current ongoings. Warm carbon was being pumped from her flared nostrils as those strong legs assaulted the Earth with a great power. Each fear-influenced step called a new cloud of dust to rise into the air, the mare darting about her paddock like a craized maniac. On the occassion she'd even offer a high-pitched squeal before skirting about and bolting a new direction, seemingly spooked by her own fast-moving shadow. She was so hot-headed, so angry, so .. REACTIVE in this moment, that her brain couldn't properly decide between acting on her flight or flight responses.

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Sqeeeee-EEEEEEEEEK!
The gates swung open, the two horses were driven out, and then they were given chase by a whistling Maddie and Sean. The two-leggeds didn't push the mustangs hard, no. They gave chase at a reasonable pace, driving them across the plain and towards the dense forests that made the border of the wild management areas.

--

Wisteria ran hard on her own account, her gaze straight-forward and focused on the forest she was fixing to dive into. That was until she heard Vulcan's voice call out from behind her, and her skull moved to award a curious glance o'er her own shoulder. "Hey! Wait up!" he had called out to her, his own hooves carving cresent-shaped ruts into the Earth as he tried desperately to keep up. Wisteria shifted her gaze to look behind him, and that's when she realized the humans had stopped giving chase. "I never got your name!" Vulcan called out again, hoping to instigate some friendly conversation. How dare he try to talk to her right now! There was one mission here, one task, and it was to get as far away from this place as possible. Sure, they had probably run a safe distance by now, but THAT wasn't good enough for Wisteria!

The mare's brows furrowed, and her gaze hardened as though wishing to burn through the bay-roaned brute. In one swift motion she pushed from off the ground, dug her forehooves in upon reunion to it, and thrust her hindquarters backwards in an aggressive fashion. "PISS OFF!!!"

Vulcan was forced to apply the breaks and skid to a halt in order to dodge the mare's violent assault towards his face. He also, immediately felt his stomach sink. Wisteria had rejected him a second time now, and said feeling of rejection sure stung. "Ok.." he whispered to himself silently, as though this was the moment he had finally decided to give in. He was a gentleman, afterall, and would never force himself upon someone so.. unwilling. The bay-roan stallion would simply watch this beautiful, silver-wrapped gem disapear into the horizon and through the thickening treeline.. wondering what could have been if things had gone differently. What now? Sigh.

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Stallion ID: #169-2
In response to: E-Human, Capture (3/3)
Art features: Vulcan, Wisteria
Story features: Vulcan, Wisteria
Word Count: 651

Healing: Vulcan i(1/1)
Captured: Captured (3/3)

Rolls: Normal

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References: xx xx xx xx xx xx xx