Author: flawsmadebeautiful PM
How she fell in love with the wild fire spirit. Oneshot.Rated: Fiction K - English - Romance - Words: 539 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 14 - Follows: 2 - Published: 10-17-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7473933
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Spirit: Stallion of the Cimmaron
First Spirit story ever. I promise I'm GLUED to Harry Potter, so no one worry about me transferring what I write anytime soon.
Disclaimer: I do not own Spirit.
This is a slight part of Rain's POV
I was born in a wild herd believe it or not. And once upon a time I did have a stallion who ruled. But I was young, and my mother had only been with me for a few months when men came.
White men, they rounded up our herd, running us to near exhaustion, though our stallion, Fearless, drove us onward, head held high and never surrendering.
They caught all of us and drove us into a corral. Trapped, we panicked. Fearless, held his head high, even as they cut away his mane, drove metal into his hooves, at least until they brought out the brander.
At that he snorted, struggling, but they held him, and when they held it to his skin he screamed, he reared, snapping, and twisting. They only held him stronger, burning away the hair and skin. His cry raised to a shrill desperate cry.
He didn't struggle as someone rode him around the other corral. He bucked, and reared, crying out against them, but it was no use. They whipped him badly, and finally, after another burning, he fought no more. He didn't life his head, or snap. The fire in his golden eyes that I loved so was gone in the depths of his eyes.
When our leader stopped fighting, so did we.
But my mother told me to run. Run away, leave them to their fate, and run far away.
I slipped through the gates and did as she said. I ran.
I galloped until I was chased down by two mustangs. Riding them were two indians, but they were different than the white men. They tames me nicely, and fed me. They even gave me an owner, Little Creek. I loved my owner.
I grew and learned to answer to his call. I learned of the tribe, and the indians ways. I slowly began to hate the white men even more. I laid my ears back every time they stole another horse, wild with a fire, and through a fierce burn of metal, that fire went out.
We tamed horses and made them part of us, they...they broke horses until their wind was broken. They were torn, all the fight was gone.
I ignored many mustang's affections, until I met Spirit.
I could see that they tried to break him too, but I could also see he was still fighting, even within him there was still that wild gleam in his eyes.
I could see the marks their ropes of restraint made on him, and the fire burning deep inside his eyes.
I fell in love.
But I never understood that fire until I became a part of it. I was free again.
I ran through the grassland, crying out for sheer joy. I was happy.
Spirit's wild soul was born of the wild, something I could never grasp. But now, with him I could see it again.