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Spirit watched intently over his herd as they grazed in a small valley below. All seemed peaceful. Spirit turned to see the rest of his territory. He squinted his eyes. A field and a hill away, stood a stallion snoozing; his head resting in and amongst the marigolds. Spirit flared his nostrils and tossed his head in fury. What nerve! A Rogue stallion taking a nap in Spirit's territory with no consideration or respect for the occupant? Spirit would not have this. Not in his herd. He reared and lashed out with his front hooves, whinnying loudly. Launching himself forward, he galloped straight towards the intruder. As he decended into the valley below, the hill blocked his view of the strange stallion. It seemed to feed his anger more. He ran even harder, digging his hooves deep into the soil. He thrust his weight forward as he began to ascend up the hill, his teeth bared and ready for action. At last, he reached the top of the hill and proceeded downward upon the invador. Suddenly, Spirt straightened his legs in an attempt to cease. But as he simply sled the rest of the way down towards the now MUCH larger enemy. The stranger flicked an ear and lifted his mighty head as a pebble hit him above the eye. Spirit now tried frantically to stop, as this intruder was a massive tank of a horse. His chest was wider then Rain's backside, and his mane was long, thick and grew the opposite way normal horse manes grow. His feet were enormous and he was stacked with muscle upon rippling muscle. Spirit finally came to a stop just inches away from Cyclone's annoyed face. Cy opened his nostrils wide and snorted in Spirit's face. He growled low in his throat.

"Who the hell are YOU?" The mighty draft mustang hissed in a deep, yet quiet voice.

Spirit's eyes travelled up Cyclone's black legs, up his massive chest and thick neck and finally into his icy blue eyes. The tiny buckskin quivered in fear, cowering before the dark tower who stood over him menacingly. With a sheepish grin, Spirit stuttered out his final words.

"W-...w-...Welcome to th-..the......neighborhood?"
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I think Spirit is feeling a little inadequet.

Just wanted to show the size diff between Cy and Spirit The fun story is just a bonus^^

Done with *new* colored pencils (only RoseArt pencils...but at least it's a brand name) and sharpie.

Cyclone (C) *MichelW

Spirit (C) Dreamworks

Description
Spirit watched intently over his herd as they grazed in a small valley below. All seemed peaceful. Spirit turned to see the rest of his territory. He squinted his eyes. A field and a hill away, stood a stallion snoozing; his head resting in and amongst the marigolds. Spirit flared his nostrils and tossed his head in fury. What nerve! A Rogue stallion taking a nap in Spirit's territory with no consideration or respect for the occupant? Spirit would not have this. Not in his herd. He reared and lashed out with his front hooves, whinnying loudly. Launching himself forward, he galloped straight towards the intruder. As he decended into the valley below, the hill blocked his view of the strange stallion. It seemed to feed his anger more. He ran even harder, digging his hooves deep into the soil. He thrust his weight forward as he began to ascend up the hill, his teeth bared and ready for action. At last, he reached the top of the hill and proceeded downward upon the invador. Suddenly, Spirt straightened his legs in an attempt to cease. But as he simply sled the rest of the way down towards the now MUCH larger enemy. The stranger flicked an ear and lifted his mighty head as a pebble hit him above the eye. Spirit now tried frantically to stop, as this intruder was a massive tank of a horse. His chest was wider then Rain's backside, and his mane was long, thick and grew the opposite way normal horse manes grow. His feet were enormous and he was stacked with muscle upon rippling muscle. Spirit finally came to a stop just inches away from Cyclone's annoyed face. Cy opened his nostrils wide and snorted in Spirit's face. He growled low in his throat.

"Who the hell are YOU?" The mighty draft mustang hissed in a deep, yet quiet voice.

Spirit's eyes travelled up Cyclone's black legs, up his massive chest and thick neck and finally into his icy blue eyes. The tiny buckskin quivered in fear, cowering before the dark tower who stood over him menacingly. With a sheepish grin, Spirit stuttered out his final words.

"W-...w-...Welcome to th-..the......neighborhood?"
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I think Spirit is feeling a little inadequet.

Just wanted to show the size diff between Cy and Spirit The fun story is just a bonus^^

Done with *new* colored pencils (only RoseArt pencils...but at least it's a brand name) and sharpie.

Cyclone (C) *MichelW

Spirit (C) Dreamworks