This is doing to be a very intense cruel drama/love story RP between Me & Galloping Graces! Please, Do NOT post unless you are one of us (which is unlikely ;))....

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Gender: Stallion

Age: 5

Name: Reese Cups (Reese)

Nickname: Don't have one... yet ;)

Breed (optional): Wild Mustang/ TB Mix

Looks (scars, wounds, etc): Hazle Hues w/ a orange hint, deep scar leading from his neck (half way) as it trials down to his chest

Height: 16.5hh

Personality: Strict, Thinks he is uncapable of love, very perswasive, a sweet talked yet a hard A$$. Stubborn, a fighter for sure, not very pleasnt to be around, cold hearted, cruel. Thinks love is a pathetic and weak emotion.

Likes: working hard, His alone time and space from others, fighting, winning.

Dislikes: Losing, Anything to do with Love or mares because Mares = Twitterpated (<--means smittin' or love struck) , anything that crosses his path and shows a challenge.

Herd Life or Loner: Loner

Backstory (optional): Reese was always a different colt growing up, his mother was a very beautiful racing throughbred that got lose after winning her last big race, she was a very thick black mare who wound up lost and kept running until she reached the mountains..... trying to learn the ways of being a wild horse and trying to fit in, she soon came along meeting Reese's father, a very odd colored Aprioct stallion. Not much time went by and his dam (Sonya) was pregant and few months later both his dam and sire (Sam) had the little colt. He was defintaley odd... neither dam or sire seen such a coat but, they thought it was a beautiful materpeice between them both for sure enough. Their little colt had a painted pelt of black and apricot colors. They soon named him Reese.... though his parents started to argue when Reese was one years old. His father wanted to join a herd before starting their own and they tried herd life for a while but, Reese was always an odd colt, from the rest. He didn't much care to play with the others and when they tried to play with him, he always bullied them. He wasn't one for wantingto spend much time near his mother ether. He always liked his free time, alone and man, did he love to run.

Sonya, his dam, thought that maybe the wild herd life wasn't best for their son as she watched him react in the herd, she spoke to his sire about going back to the stables she came from... that perphaps his life was meant to be on the track.

Of course, this made a huge dispute between his parents, though Reese didn't much pay attention to their silly arguments but, their fights soon lead them getting kicked from the herd. and With that... his parents had a fall out, Sam refused to go with his mate to live the life she did and with that..... Sonya and her young colt, Reese, started the long journey home... back to the racing stables...

It took a few weeks but, soon the tired mare had lead them back home where she resigned. Surprised to see the mare after so long, the humans took her back in yet had an odd feeling about the colt she had brought with her but, she wouldn't budge anywhere without him..... The humans started to take it as a blessing and began to work with Reese as he got older. However, Reese didn't like this life at all, he hated to be touched, he was always lashing out at the humans and was hateful towards the other horses, his mother tried to reason with him but, it was no use. When Reese become age 2, they started to put equipment on him, by forcing a bit into his mouth and a saddle on his back. He hated the taste of the cold metal as he chomped it and bucked with everystep... the only way the knew how to rid him of his wild side was to beat it out of him. Forcing him to race against others at such a young age. Oh, how Reese hated the gate, he hated all the noise, he hated the people, he did everything to keep himself from running, he'd dump riders left and right and even lash out at other horses as they raced. Until they began using tools like, whipping and shocking where made to keep him running until they forced him into being the perfect race horse. Though, he had injured so many riders and caused so many problems and most was not willing to race him, after he had sent so many people end in the hospital, he wasn't allow to run in any races due the risk factor of him causing injuires.

He soon was sold to a older man, who was the bounty hunter of these parts of the county and looking for a fast horse.....Reese still didn't like humans after he was bought by the older man and for the first few weeks, he would lash out his new owner, yet the owner was paitent... and it didn't take long before Reese seen a different side to this man that he eventually grew to like, for it seemed to Reese, thay many he and his human weren't so different at all.

Eventually the man worked and trained Reese into the perfect partner in crime, Reese was a very nice built stallion as he turned 3. He would ride his human around in a western saddle and a bitless tack as they dashed through the woods, and other mountain terrian, capturing those that owned his human money or worse..... collecting them for jail and prison. Reese found this job thrilling, chasing down the bad guys, feeling the wind in his face. He and human become the best and unstopple bounty hunters in the whole county, nothing got away from them. Until.... one day..

During, a big chase, Reese was hot on the trail of another man, wanted for his debt who refused to come in..... and his human who turned out to be just as cold hearted as Reese, had a heart attack upon his saddle, a gun shot went off as a bullet shot into the chest of his human causing them to fall off as Reese reared into the air, knowing his human was now probally dead, he bolted away dragging the runaway that clung to his bridle trying to mount him. The extra weight caused Reese to buck until the runaway fell off him and hit onto hard mountain rocks, Reese ran for miles and never look back......

(Flash Forward Two Years) Reese was now a very strong 5 year old stallion, who had eventually adapted back into his wild nature... fighting his way to the top to be on his own and to survive agasint those that thought they had the upper hand. None of them knew his past, but knew he was one of the cruelest equines they had ever come across. Reese didn't forget his time here as colt and chose to resigned in the mountains from which he was born in. Still nothing had changed, he hated every horse he came across, he got into many fights and never backed down from one until the last challenger was dead.

He became known to many wild horses in the mountains as a cruel bounty hunter where others called him, Sheriff. Reese would be approached by many herd stallions of them offering him a job, to catch run away mares from their herds, or to kill off bachelors that threatened their herds, or at times he would go after any mare or foals that another stallion wanted, it was very rare that he'd do a deed for a mare even if she was willing to offer him a good time... but that's what he loved.... catching others and bringing them pain and sorrow. He didn't care what he was doing, only that he was rewarded for his duties. At times stallions or herd stallions would pay their debts to him for his work with the best grasses, apples they would find from trees, some would allow him to have their land as they moved the herd elsewhere while others would offer him a good time with any of their herd mares of his choosing with no strings attached. He didn't mind having a good time with a mare here and there, but it wasn't the best time of their lives for the mares... unfortunetly.

He would often fight with lone bachelors just to keep up his strength...... Many and especailly mares knew to stay out of his site and many mares had trouble leaving the herds they was in, due to the fact they knew who their herd leaders would go to if they escaped..... for many it was a risk, or a situation of life and death...to ether get caught by the bounty hunter or suffer staying in a herd they no longer wanted to be apart of.

The stallion has deffentily won his fair share of bruises and wounds over the years but, only one deep scar remained on his neck and chest..... the stallion spends his time alone near a cave in the rocky mountains, away from those that might cross his path.... some might even call him a Grinch, at that.......what will happen next in this story of this hot headed stallion?

Nostrils flared as sweat collected over his thickly built body and silk pelt. Hooves stomped the earthly dirted pathways of the mountain, licking his lips with a snort as he shook his frame. The stallion had just finished a chase, he was after a mare that snunk out a herd to be with another stallion who wasn't her mate. He was hired to kill the lover and turn the mare back home to where she belonged. Damp mane clung to his neck as the two studs had gotten into a battle into deep waters, needless to say the blood washed right off and the lover was soon dead floating down the river. The mare was heartbroken and devasted yet she gave a good fight as she had given sooted stallion a good swift kick in his throat, but that wasn't a match for the way he dragged her by her mane and snaked her back to her mate. With a nod of approval from the stallion that hired him, he had his fill of sweet apples by a shaded tree before his journey back home

Hazel hues was cold and dark as ever as he made his way back to the hidden cave of the mountains, letting out a snort as he peared around to make sure no one was tresspassing near his home. Audits softly pinned as he narrowed his orbs before he lowered his frame to graze under the beating sun of the day.

The area around the apricot stallion was peaceful, just the way he liked it as he munched on the sweet dry grasses of the day, his tail thrashed at his backside to rid of the pesky insects that began to bother his audits, shaking his frame, as his ears pinned, he let out a big snort of irration with a side kick of his leg as he mozed forward hoping they wouldn't follow him.

Shortly, a nicker busted into the air being carried by the winds as it broke the silence of his peaceful afternoon. Audits flicked as he heard a twig snap and some clicking of hooves, he rolled his shoulders as if to get ready for a beat down, he stood tall as his frame snapped behind him and a few yards away was a mostly white painted stallion.

Reese had bared his teeth with narrowed hues, he began to make his way towards the tresspassor, his hooves dragged along with him as if they were part of the grounds ripping up from the soft soils like roots being broken away from it's lifesorce. His hues were dark and almost errie looking as he planted them right on the stallion, hot breathe blew from his muzzle as he snorted on the way down, his muscles tightened with each step as he paused a few feet from the stranger. Audits pinned as the white stud walked closer, "Best have a good reason your hooves are on my property" he hissed.

A brow slightly rose upon hearing the the words of a job come from the stallions muzzle, he shown no emotion, yet looked deeply into the face of the white stallion before him, who seemed to advoid contact, hearing the words of a missing mare float towards his audits, caused him to grin in a most evil way. "I see..." he nickered deeply. "I have no care for a herd but I'll gladly take you up on that land offer, must be a special lass to want to give up a whole herd" he studied the stallion closely "Well, what does she look like? What's her name? Last place you seen her and where should I bring her once I got her" he spat the questions out left and right like icey blades, clearly he was ready to get a move on, as he soon marched past by the white stallon.

"Let's go, I don't have all day. Got a dead line?" he rose a brow to the stallion that scrambled to his side. He didn't like others on his land but, for a job, he would let the stud off with a silent warning.

The Aprioct stallions audits flicked some as the white stud spoke, hazel hues looking straight ahead as he felt the white stallion trying to prove himself some as he rolled his hues annoyingly. Yet, the last comment Cray had made caused the odd colored stallion to pause in his tracks.

Slowly turning his frame, as his dark hues narrowed some towards the white stud as his audits pinned. "Are you trying to tell me how to do my job" his tone was deep, short and harsh like someone had just slapped the white stud across his mouth. The demenor of the aprioct changed from eager to get moving to a very dark and domainat feeling. His nostils flared big for it wasn't really a question towards the other but, more so words that flowed to see how big the white stud's *b@ll$* where if he chose to speak again.

"Don't worry, you will have her alive and I'll see you in three days" he nickered seriously, yet his ears perked "two days if she's dead" he allowed a deep taunting smirk to tug at the corner of his lips and with a dark laugh, he took off towards the last place he was told the mare was seen, just a flick of his tail slapped Crey's soft muzzle and just like that, the apricot was gone and nothing but a trail of dust lingered.

The summer days would be coming to an end in a few short weeks, transitioning from green to an explosion of color. In the mountains the colors would have been limited due to the extensive population of pine trees. But once she had crossed the river at the base of the mountain, she had seen for herself the change in flora.

She had spent the majority of her life in the mountains and finally she was breaking away from all of that. She had done it. She had finally managed to do it- to escape from that prison. Her mane, thinned by the horses who had constantly yanked at it, could finally grow out. She could actually eat as much as she wanted, instead of being purposely starved. She could make any life she wanted for herself.

And that thought made her steps lighter as she trotted through her new world. If she went far enough, maybe she could make it into a land where no one knew her identity... but then she shouldn't hope for that quite yet. First thing was first, she had to get her strength back.

And so she settled into a glade far from the mountains for a couple days, after she'd put enough distance between her and them. Cray hadn't been able to catch her and she was beginning to grow more and more relaxed. She would have the chance to be happy... finally.

With these dreamy thoughts she woke up one morning, looking immediately at the mountains as if they were the only things that still threatened her newfound freedom. She then look back at her dangerously skinny frame, noting that she was already beginning to recover.

With a sweet smile, she began to rise to her hooves before hearing a small thud nearby. Sycamore trees surrounded her, sparking yellow and silver. Her eyes soften as soon as she realized that a small bird had fallen from one of the lofty branches. She walked over to it, helping it to its little feet, "There now... is this your first day out of the nest? Mine to."

It had only been an hour as the wild throughbred coverd a lot of ground, tearing up everything in his path as he raced through the mountains. Mane and plumage flagging in the wind, audits pinned as his hues where narrowed and focused on his mission, hard snorting blew from his muzzle with each thundering step, the hot day turned into a more settling comfort of warmth with a light breeze, and thought everything around seemed to be so happy and sunshiney... it seemed as if anything Reese touched turned dark and cold, like an errie death feeling leaving it's devasting path behind the hot headed stallion.

It wasn't long before he had reached the green river, coming to a sliding halt as dust forcefully floated around him before it slowly settled back to the grounds like snow, hazel hues slowly looked around for any signs, audits perked for any sourced of sounds, like a statue he stood there feeling the earth, listening to everything in detail. "Ahh" he nickered with a smirk as he noticed a rock out of place on the dirted pathway of the mountains, he calmly paced towards it, lowering his muzzle to the ground, snorting big as he blew the earth's dust away from hidden prints by the overturned rock. Small markings of old track could be seen and as he looked up he could see where grass had been pressed down and whatever it was, clearly was in a hurry. "Here I come pretty mare" he evily chuckles to himself as he takes off following the signs of where the mare could have ran off.

Each broken twig, and run down paths inside the foreset, tracks on the earth of pushed down grasses would lead him closer and closer to the mare and he wasted no time with his search. The sun would be settling in a few hours and he was determined to find her before it got dark, the more signs he found, the more his heart beat, he loved the thrill, the chase, the hunting down of his "prey".

The stallion soon slowed to a walk as for a moment somthing caught his attention. Audits perked as he lifted his frame into the air.... he could faintly smell the scent of a mare. He rose a brow as his hues shifted to the left then to the right "She's been here... and she's not far" he mumbled to himself, looking back towards the ground he noticed that the markings of the prints weren't as kicked up, he figured she lightened her step to hide from someone or she has left her gaurd down. He began to walk towards the open valley, stepping softly through the tall grasses as they dragged across his pelt and tickled his knees, he knew he was headed in the right direction, a smirk tugged at his lips for he knew it wouldn't be long now that he'd have more land to call his own.