08-20-2016, 12:58 AM
A young stallion sighed to himself as he tossed his mane and swished his tail. There was so much going on in his mind that not many would like to read it. He was trying to deal with the loss of his two adopted daughters; twin foals that had been with their dead mother. He sighed once more and pawed the earth beneath his hooves. Oh how he wished he could have done something to protected them but in the end he was not enough to have protected them from the dangers or even from life itself. Shaking his head even more, he tried to clear the thoughts in his mind away and soon a few tears slipped from his eyes.
Nicca was a soft hearted and gentle stallion and he would gladly take in any orphans or even any foal, motherless or not and raise them as his own but would that ever happen again? The young stallion lowered his head and sighed hard. "I must think of something else." he muttered to himself and then decided to go for a gallop along the trails. Now most knew him as "the ghost horse"; reason being was that when at a gallop or even a canter between the trees, you would only catch a glimpse of goldish coloring or nothing at all if you weren't paying attention.
Nicca was soon cantering down a trail but moved on into a gallop and soon everything was a blur around him. He smiled to himself and added a little buck into the mix before returning to a gallop. As he had bucked, he had tossed his head and arched it, gaining more lift to the buck and you could tell he was having fun. Then he decided to do a dead stop, rear and let out a squeal to see if anyone was around.
Nicca was a soft hearted and gentle stallion and he would gladly take in any orphans or even any foal, motherless or not and raise them as his own but would that ever happen again? The young stallion lowered his head and sighed hard. "I must think of something else." he muttered to himself and then decided to go for a gallop along the trails. Now most knew him as "the ghost horse"; reason being was that when at a gallop or even a canter between the trees, you would only catch a glimpse of goldish coloring or nothing at all if you weren't paying attention.
Nicca was soon cantering down a trail but moved on into a gallop and soon everything was a blur around him. He smiled to himself and added a little buck into the mix before returning to a gallop. As he had bucked, he had tossed his head and arched it, gaining more lift to the buck and you could tell he was having fun. Then he decided to do a dead stop, rear and let out a squeal to see if anyone was around.