Phantom's Herd(all the mares he captured, come)

[::Sam::]

The painted stud galloped into the rocky terrain. Alerting all he was here, he raised his head and let out a galleant scream. His stride was long, but held together. He carried his hellish head high, declaring his dominance. He kept up his steady pace until he reached a thicker, dense trail. He skittered to a stop and knew this was his terrain now.

The stallion reared up, calling for Jetstream and his other mares he had captured. He needed three more, he thought. He had to heal his wounds before he set off again. The four from the whips were bleeding and burning, but he ignored the pain. If he died, he died trying to free the horses. The stallion reared up once more, screaming out to his herd, telling all that the Phantom of the Opera was here.

[RUSH]

Jetstream heard his screams - loud and clear. She knew exactly who he was and what he wanted. She broke into a fast trot too find him. Soon enough she halted next too him - letting out a cruel and indifferent glare at every shadow and movment near them. She felt like his partner almost, but not so much a soul mate. She would still protect him from other stallions even if it ment her life, he had protected her so why should she?

[::Sam::]

Seeing the dark colored mare appear by his side, he raised his head and nodded to her.
Jet. Who else did we capture? Was it just Beauty? We are four behind!
The anger rose up in him. HE felt like striking something...nothing was around for him to kill.

Turning around in frustration, he gave a small kick of his heels. He shook his head, his ears pinned back. Why hadn't he just stolen a mare from the Zoo place? He could have easily beaten those crocodiles...why couldn't he have just done more work? Why? Why? Why? He whinnied out in rage, calling Beauty before him.

[RUSH]

Jetstream only stood bored and calm just watching him run like a lunatic. She shook her facade, rolling her optics at his doing. She turned and trotted away too the shadows, she rarely complained - too her it was just, Life. Deal with it or live in torcher.

[::Sam::]

Jetstream. You act as if you have no purpose. Do me some goods and find me 10 cloversHe said, slowing his pace. His burns and cuts were killing him. HIs painted flesh was redening with the bloody stains. He needed to help himself soon, or he would be living in flames.

Phantom shook his head. He suddenly felt the stabbing of pain and he moaned. His knees buckled and he couldnt' stand any longer. Collapsing of pain, he whinnyed.
Hurry!
He gasped at her. The mighty horse was sweating and nervous. The warden had never experianced this much pain.

The welt on his neck was burning like fire! He felt as if someone was putting a burning stick apon his bare flesh. The slash across his flanks were bleeding and split open. MOst of his cuts were covered in mud and infection by now. The worst cut of all was the one straight across his beautiful facade. It was from the top of his left ear across his right eye down to his right nostril, splitting it open. Blood ran into his eye, making him lose partial vision. His ear had blood running out of it and he truely looked like someone back from the dead.

[RUSH]

Hearing his pain, she quickened her pace and a few minutes later she came with the clovers he asked for. She lowered her head and placed them on the ground them gently licked his wounds, cleaning them from any infection or germs. She found her way down her back and cleaned all of them gently, not caring if it tasted nasty or made herself sick.
Soon she was done with the cuts at his body and gently licked his face, she didn't enjoy this too swell for acting this gentle around his eyes but still..she did it.

[::Sam::]

Feeling her rough tongue across his eyes was interesting. IT was soft and rough at the same time, yet a soft calming appeared over him. NOr did he strike out at the mare or nuzzle her, but just lay softly.

Then Phantom knew what she reminded her of. His mother. she would always lick him and 'clean' him...he missed her so much. The fire had killed her. Why hadn't he known it before? Why hadn't he stopped them from setting the forest on fire?

[RUSH]

She paused a moment because her throat felt like it tickled her. She turned her head after lifting it away, and coughed a couple times loudly. She shook her pelt with a snort then turned her head and placed it near his looking at his wounds. She gently licked a couple more strokes them reached down too his muzzle were it was fine, and licked for no reason. She lifted her head and couhed again then stood by him twitching her thorns..
{awwww..}

[::Sam::]

Phantom didnt' apreciate the affection. Shaking his dusty muzzle away from her, he stared daggers out at the misty air. He had never experianced love and if he found himself in love he might as well have been ill.

The painted stud groaned and attempted to stand. No way would he be found with a mare taking care of him! Pushing his pillars under him, he mangaged to stand up by himself. Supporting his weight fully now, he gave a small kick of his heels and trotted to the water to soak his cuts.

[RUSH]

She only flickered her ears towards him then turned back too the shadows not liking the horrid taste from him in her mouth. She stood quiet, only looking around feeling tired. She as well had cuts and bruises but didn't complain, she would get over it.

[::Sam::]

Phantom looked at his reflection...what had happened to him? What had happened to the cute little fuzzy foal playing in the river that day? Why had he become the horse he had? Kicking the water with his heavy pillars, he turned away from himself. In a way, he felt like he could never please anyone. He had been whipped by the girl, he had been torchered by his father, and his mother was killed...Phantom couldn't even save her.

Sighing unhappily, he picked up a trot into the forest. He ignored Jetstream for now. She could choose to follow, or to leave him for good. He felt no emotions toward her...or did he? No. He decided. He must not let himself feel anything to his mere beta.

[RUSH]

Jetstream only flickered her ears at what he did. She turned, then paused in unertainty - did he want ehr too follow? Should she follow? Or did he want her away?
She would most likly jsut move away but just decided too follow since there really wasn't much too do. She snorted loudly, letting him know she was there and following. She didn't have any more feelings for him as the only time she slightly did was when he had ran backt oo her when she had been stuck in the paddock...that was all.

[::Sam::]

He heard a slight rumble behind him and knew she was behind him. Baring his ivories at the feel of something behind him, he increased his speed so she was not in range of his back legs as he thrust them up into the air.

Spurting out energy in huge bucks, he galloped faster each stride. Running was something he gave no thought to. He could run for hours on end and nod be tired. He loved to just gallop through the woods.

This was heaven. He was free as the wind and no one could tame his wild heart. He had never killed a man before...men had tried to kill him but they failed.

[RUSH]

No, she didn't run after him and extend her hooves, flinting daggers cutting into the earth's flesh as far as they would allow. She didn't feel like thrusting her legs outward as far as far as they would allow with tons of bruises and cuts on her that were sooner or later going too be infected. She didn't care, she would walk too a stream in a little while or lake and wash off. Hopefully one would come into view.

[Lorrinda Pine<3]

Black Penny trotted toward the land,she then went into a canter passing the two,tears where spilling from her orbs.Her mate Dream had died,she had no reason to live with him gone.