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blythe finally has a lady! the last capture image is going to introduce her formally

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A loud, drawn out neigh roared from Blythe’s throat, sounding more like a war horn with the power behind the call. The stallion kicked and thrashed around in outrage, trying to free himself from the many wranglers dragging him along with ropes - Kyra and Adrik following calmly behind, albeit frightened by his tantrum.

Adrik was too young to understand what was happening, he was confused and afraid, he only knew to follow the older horses for protection, so he did - unroped and oblivious to the fact that he should have ran when he had the chance… Kyra was older, and aware of the danger, but too small to fend for herself, and the fact that she was surrounded by such intimidating, loud creatures added to her vulnerability.

The creatures were small, they could be fought, but appeared to be stronger in numbers, like wolves. Blythe cursed at them and called them “dirty humans”, along with a string of other unsavory profanities Kyra’s mother would berate her for repeating. Kyra had never seen a “human” before, and she hoped that she wouldn’t have to anymore after this…

Blythe’s violent struggling was starting to scare Adrik, who whimpered and pressed himself up against Kyra’s side for comfort.

Kyra looked down at Adrik with a reassuring smile. “It’ll be alright, don’t be afraid.”

“LET ME GO!” The furious stallion barked up ahead, actually managing to land a kick on the side of one of the horses serving the humans. The horse whinnied in shock and bucked slightly in reaction, panicking just a bit before the human on his back calmed him.

Kyra suddenly realized the weight of the situation, and how unreasonable Blythe was acting as her leader. “Blythe, calm down! You’re going to hurt yourself, you’re going to hurt us!”

“I’ll calm down when I get us out of this mess!” He spat through grit teeth.

“You’re not going to do that if you keep freaking out!” The filly yelled, her patience broken by that point. “You’re acting irrational and crazy, you’re not strong enough to fight your way out of this!”

Blythe finally calmed down, and realized that the filly was speaking the truth. Still, the fact that he and his herd had been captured felt emasculating… His pride bruised, Blythe reluctantly hung his head and glared at the ground.

The wranglers lead the herd towards a small area protected by metal fences, too high to jump over. Blythe swallowed thickly when he saw the structure, the gates looming over him almost menacingly. Once they were unroped, Kyra and Adrik went in first, albeit hesitantly, but Blythe stubbornly stopped at the entrance, his anxiety preventing him from taking another step further. This prompted one of the wranglers to brandish a long, black stick, and lash Blythe across the rump with it.

Blythe snorted in agitation and kicked at the wrangler before rushing in, but he dodged out of the way and slammed the gate shut when the stallion bolted off to get away. Blythe stopped in the center of the pen and breathed heavily, still angry and brewing with furious energy. He glared at the horses that walked by, all of them looking away from him in shame.

Only one made eye contact, a bay roan mare. She just frowned at him seriously, not guilty, but not proud either, and allowed her human to lead her over to a hitch to be tied up with the other horses. While Kyra rested next to a shaking Adrik to comfort him, Blythe walked over to the fence to speak to the horses.

“Why didn’t you help us?” Blythe asked in a deeply disappointed voice. “You’re all bigger than them, why didn’t you kick them off?”

“It’s not. Our. FAULT!” The mare barked, whipping around and glaring at Blythe with a pissed off expression, clearly done with all of his complaining. This surprised Blythe, he hadn’t expected a reaction. “If you wanna be mad, don’t be mad at us! We were all in the same boat as you, tough guy!”

Blythe recoiled, but still stood his ground. “You’d think that those with the power to help would do so… “ He said, softer this time.

The mare opened her mouth to reply, but then looked away, her demeanor softening as she shook her head solemnly. “... No… We don’t have that power here.”

Blythe stared at her for a moment, trying to come up with another comeback, but then reluctantly turned away and walked over to check on the two foals. Adrik had been crying, Kyra doing her best to comfort the scared colt.

“Are you alright…?” Blythe asked softly.

Kyra looked up at him and nodded, her expression tired, she must’ve been drained from the experience. “Yeah… “

Adrik sniffled and peered up at Blythe with watery, pitiful eyes. “W-What’s going to happen now?”

Blythe sighed, looking around at the sturdy gates with a helpless expression. “I don’t know… “

stallion; Blythe(#67)

in response to; "The whole herd gets captured by illegal wranglers!" + encounter mare

art features; Blythe(#67) , Mare 45
story features; Blythe(#67) , Adrik , Kyra , Mare 45
word count; 821

aging; n/a
healing; n/a
pregnancy; n/a
captured; whole herd (2/3)

items used; n/a
companion animals; n/a

other notes; references used - 1 - blythe , 2 - mare

© hostile-elf

Description
blythe finally has a lady! the last capture image is going to introduce her formally

<< previous | next >>

A loud, drawn out neigh roared from Blythe’s throat, sounding more like a war horn with the power behind the call. The stallion kicked and thrashed around in outrage, trying to free himself from the many wranglers dragging him along with ropes - Kyra and Adrik following calmly behind, albeit frightened by his tantrum.

Adrik was too young to understand what was happening, he was confused and afraid, he only knew to follow the older horses for protection, so he did - unroped and oblivious to the fact that he should have ran when he had the chance… Kyra was older, and aware of the danger, but too small to fend for herself, and the fact that she was surrounded by such intimidating, loud creatures added to her vulnerability.

The creatures were small, they could be fought, but appeared to be stronger in numbers, like wolves. Blythe cursed at them and called them “dirty humans”, along with a string of other unsavory profanities Kyra’s mother would berate her for repeating. Kyra had never seen a “human” before, and she hoped that she wouldn’t have to anymore after this…

Blythe’s violent struggling was starting to scare Adrik, who whimpered and pressed himself up against Kyra’s side for comfort.

Kyra looked down at Adrik with a reassuring smile. “It’ll be alright, don’t be afraid.”

“LET ME GO!” The furious stallion barked up ahead, actually managing to land a kick on the side of one of the horses serving the humans. The horse whinnied in shock and bucked slightly in reaction, panicking just a bit before the human on his back calmed him.

Kyra suddenly realized the weight of the situation, and how unreasonable Blythe was acting as her leader. “Blythe, calm down! You’re going to hurt yourself, you’re going to hurt us!”

“I’ll calm down when I get us out of this mess!” He spat through grit teeth.

“You’re not going to do that if you keep freaking out!” The filly yelled, her patience broken by that point. “You’re acting irrational and crazy, you’re not strong enough to fight your way out of this!”

Blythe finally calmed down, and realized that the filly was speaking the truth. Still, the fact that he and his herd had been captured felt emasculating… His pride bruised, Blythe reluctantly hung his head and glared at the ground.

The wranglers lead the herd towards a small area protected by metal fences, too high to jump over. Blythe swallowed thickly when he saw the structure, the gates looming over him almost menacingly. Once they were unroped, Kyra and Adrik went in first, albeit hesitantly, but Blythe stubbornly stopped at the entrance, his anxiety preventing him from taking another step further. This prompted one of the wranglers to brandish a long, black stick, and lash Blythe across the rump with it.

Blythe snorted in agitation and kicked at the wrangler before rushing in, but he dodged out of the way and slammed the gate shut when the stallion bolted off to get away. Blythe stopped in the center of the pen and breathed heavily, still angry and brewing with furious energy. He glared at the horses that walked by, all of them looking away from him in shame.

Only one made eye contact, a bay roan mare. She just frowned at him seriously, not guilty, but not proud either, and allowed her human to lead her over to a hitch to be tied up with the other horses. While Kyra rested next to a shaking Adrik to comfort him, Blythe walked over to the fence to speak to the horses.

“Why didn’t you help us?” Blythe asked in a deeply disappointed voice. “You’re all bigger than them, why didn’t you kick them off?”

“It’s not. Our. FAULT!” The mare barked, whipping around and glaring at Blythe with a pissed off expression, clearly done with all of his complaining. This surprised Blythe, he hadn’t expected a reaction. “If you wanna be mad, don’t be mad at us! We were all in the same boat as you, tough guy!”

Blythe recoiled, but still stood his ground. “You’d think that those with the power to help would do so… “ He said, softer this time.

The mare opened her mouth to reply, but then looked away, her demeanor softening as she shook her head solemnly. “... No… We don’t have that power here.”

Blythe stared at her for a moment, trying to come up with another comeback, but then reluctantly turned away and walked over to check on the two foals. Adrik had been crying, Kyra doing her best to comfort the scared colt.

“Are you alright…?” Blythe asked softly.

Kyra looked up at him and nodded, her expression tired, she must’ve been drained from the experience. “Yeah… “

Adrik sniffled and peered up at Blythe with watery, pitiful eyes. “W-What’s going to happen now?”

Blythe sighed, looking around at the sturdy gates with a helpless expression. “I don’t know… “

stallion; Blythe(#67)

in response to; "The whole herd gets captured by illegal wranglers!" + encounter mare

art features; Blythe(#67) , Mare 45
story features; Blythe(#67) , Adrik , Kyra , Mare 45
word count; 821

aging; n/a
healing; n/a
pregnancy; n/a
captured; whole herd (2/3)

items used; n/a
companion animals; n/a

other notes; references used - 1 - blythe , 2 - mare

© hostile-elf