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IM INSANE. IT'S OFFICAL

THIS IS THE MOST CRACKFIC EVER

so, basically, there's this old movie called ' Spirit : Stallion of the Cimarron '

it follows a mustang who is taken from his herd and made to become an army horse but he beats the crap out of the army people and escapes with a slay native American.

I literally fucking had to, ok?

so, this is the dawn of the ' grain lore but make them all horses (mythical horses) '

.. like I said, I'm insane. 

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" Grian! No! Don't go with them, please, we need you.."

" I'm sorry, I truly am, but I have to.. EVO can survive without me.

Good luck, evolutionists. Run free, like we are destined too."

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Grian had to do it, he had to run down through that canyon, he had to bait the Watchers away from his herd.

That doesn't make it any less horrible.

That doesn't make it any less soul crushing, that he had to leave his kin.

But Grian? Grian is known for his resilience. And god knows, he'd never give up trying to escape.

This brings us to the present, a dusty desert with shitty humans and another enslaved pegasus..

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Grian's hooves hit the ground with a thump. They'd been walking through this damned desert for hours, and Grian's wings were begging to be stretched, to take him into the sky. Grian was quite the stallion, although short, he had a gorgeous palomino varnish roan coat, with large wings holding cascading red feathers, growing from bright to dark.

All-in-all, many would consider him quite the sight. Grian, on the other hand, finds his herd mates much prettier. Pearl had a gorgeous dappled grey coat that literally shimmered, matching her spiraling white horn. Jimmy had a crisper golden coat, his feathers actually matching. 

Oh, how Grian missed his herd. He'd make it back to them, though. He'd escape the insufferable ropes of the Watchers, he'd run the meadows and whip through the skies again. 

All he needed to do was escape.

He just had to weasel his way out of the ropes, distract the Watchers, anything.

One thing Grian had noticed throughout his journey, was that the Watchers thought him defeated. They thought he'd go willingly.

Oh, they were wrong.

Grian reared, bringing his front hooves into the air far above the cowering humans. They tried to scatter, fearing the strength within the strike. His wings fought to be flared, fraying the ropes even as he was forcefully pulled down.

Everyday, he'd repeat. Grian tried bolting and bucking, he frayed the ropes to no end and bit, he reared. No matter how many times he was smacked for this wild behavior, no matter how many times it failed, he continued.

Because the thing about Grian? Grian was stubborn. He was more stubborn then a pony mare, and boy are they sassy.

The Watchers would yell at him, try to scream in their pitiful little language. Everytime, Grian would respond with a harsh nicker

' Can't take me, I'm free '

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For months, Grian fought. He fought with a burning fire, a force of a thousand suns. But, like any flame, it burns out.

One night, when the moon shone like Pearl used to during midnight, preforming little magic tricks for everyone at the campfire, Grian really questioned it.

Where did it all go wrong?

Why did the Watchers suddenly demand him, for the freedom of the rest?

What would they do to him?

That night was marked with a deep longing, his instincts screaming at him.

I'm not where I'm supposed to be

Grian felt the pull of his herd, and he wondered, did they feel the same? The same deep magic, coursing through his veins, connecting them all?

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Grian didn't know, but what he did know, was that he couldn't stop. Not until he gets back to them, to his herd. He turned, looking at the Watchers with a burning hate, one previously missing from his fear-invoked responses to captivity.

That morning, just when the Watchers thought they'd broken him, he comes back with a vengeance..

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" GRAB THE FUCKING ROPES, NITWIT!!"

" FUCK YOU JOE, PUT OUT THE DAMNED FIRE FIRST??"

Fire had erupted, encircling the camp consisting of two horses, Grian, and the Watchers. It roared, hungrily consuming everything in its pathway. Grian's ropes smoldered, burning to a crisp. Ashes fell around him, and his wings unfurled upwards. The fire circle wasn't big enough for him to release them sideways.

The Watchers scrambled, frantically trying to save everything. Grian whinned with glee, watching the camp burn. It didn't matter that he couldn't escape, or that he'd be bound again.

All that mattered was the rushing wind, the crackle of the fire, the wild adrenaline that pounded through his veins, screaming to fly and take advantage of this, to feel the harsh winds curving under his feathers again.

Instead, Grian waited, he watched the utter chaos.

When the Watchers did come to collect him, they found the stallion with his wings spread wide, grinning - in a horse way - at the ashes of the camp. They found fire still reflecting in his eyes, even if it was already doused.

This was the first time The Watchers felt pure fear strike down their hearts, traveling down veins hidden under void-burned skin.

This was their first warning, that they'd made a terrible mistake.

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I'm free

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oh my

my adoration for this old movie & the playlist & how it just PERFECTLY fits evo is gonna be a bad combo, huh>

( highly suggested you watch the video, since it's taken from the actual movie and also a work of ART)