Stalin

Tall clydesdale brute saundered into the area, his ears pinned back, his jet black pelt dull in the sunlight. He head a rustle. He screamed and reared. He came crshing down. A little house cat appeared. He picked it up with his teeth and threw it on the ground. He stepped on it to assure death, and threw the carcass around, smirking. He was a great killer, but he coukld kill anything that dared approach him.

Psyche

She watched the male through black eyes and huffed. Amature she moved towards him her daggers pounding into the earth below angrily. She was a hispano arabe also known as an andalusian arabian cross. She was evil and filled with hatred and pain but would show this all much later in life.

Stalin

He saw her and raised his brows as she approached. He dropped the carcass and licked the blood off his lips. He smirked. Lo Vix. He hissed to her, his cold tones and mean voice coming out of his muzzle quickly and sharply. He tossed his head,looking down at her.

Psyche

You dare challenge the mind?

She watched him coldly then glanced to the house cat "Now was that really nescassary?" She said quietly. She honestly didnt care that the cat was dead. It wasnt of her species. She watched the male through ebony eyes as she pawed the earth below sending some flying about. She snorted and half reared at the finding of a foal. It had been Sheras foal. Psyche backed up a bit in respect for her friends dead child and watched the brujo closely. "Sometimes we dont always see what we think." The scent of humans clung to her as did the scent of wilderness for she was only half of each. She was casted out on both sides of the world and didnt mind that at all. She wasnt happy in the middle but was anybody truly happy with themselves?

Stalin

He smriked. Of course.I don't know. Cats kill us sometimes, don't they? He said. cats kill heaven kisssers. He thought and snorted. He looked down at her with cold, emotionless eyes. Of course not. He said. His tone was like his eyes, emotionless. He flicked his tail. she had the scent of human on her. Was she a trap for him? yet,there was that scent of the wild, so she couldn't be one.

Psyche

She snorted and watched him darkly. Her mistress had entered her in to a few events. One was dressage. She was unsure about that one for she had never done that. "Unnecsary." She shook her head hoping to release the tension inside of her. She felt as if something were wrong. Very very wrong.

Al Sheratan moved towards the to after racing darkly throughout the snow kissed land. She was wild and free with no home and full of pain.

Stalin

He raised his brows and looked straight ahead, for he was tired of looking own so much. He chuckled. Whatever. Hey, I have a question. Why do you have the scent of humans on you? I'm just curious. He said. He noticed the other mare but he didn't acknowledge her yet.

Jason and *Horse*

Jason was watching a long distance away, far enough where they couldn't spot him or see him.or even hear him. He chuckled as he saw the horses. He wasn't interested in the mare, but the clydesdale got his attention, especially when he made the kill. He put down his boniculars and took a horse, a young colt, out of his halter. he would use him as a bait for him. He slapped him on his rump and the colt galloped towards him, his eyes full of fear. Run! He said.

Stalin and *Horse*

He raised his brows at the colt. Why should we? He hissed.

The little colt bit him. Run!

He swore and started cantering after him. You'll pay for that..colt. He hissed.

The colt kept running, but Stalin quickly caught up with him. The colt got faster and Stalin started to gallop, his senses focused on him. He was unaware that he was galloping straight into a trap. ahead was a chute that led to Jason's trailer. Stalin screamed at the colt, but he was a tail ahead of him. They kept running.

Stalin and *Horse* and Jason

Stalin snorted as the colt slowed but he looked up. He looked beside him. He was trapped. He ran back to the gate but it was close shut. The colt was gone, and so was his freedom. He snorted and reared as he went the only way-forward.

He was cautious at the trailer, but a crack of a whip was behind him and he jumped right in. The door was closed behind him quickly. He paced the small trailed and screamed for anyone to save him.

Jason started the car and drove away to the streets, where he lived.