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Renegade's father wouldn't have, espescially since the band concisted of all stallions. His father consulted the stallions, telling them to stay away from his band. They refused causing war and chaos. If things weren't bad enough, humans had turned up. The humans thought that the horses were nucincences, taking up room for buildings and roads. They started shooting any horse in sight. The only good thing that came of that was the band of stallions had shrunk in size.
That still didn't stop them. The land had became a war zone with Renegade's father constantly fighting off the stallions. Then came a gunshot. It echoed far. Renegade could her his father's cry in pain. His mother froze, then took off galloping into the grass lands dotted with the bodies of dead horses. Renegade plunged forward after his mother. It seemed as though they could never stop. Bullets raced past them, striking anything in their way. One struck his mother. She went down. (Cont. this turned into a story)

(Cont.)
His mother, now dying, realised what she had done was reckless and put her colt in danger. They were too far from the herd she struggled but managed to get out one word. Run.
Renegade ran, bullets wizzed past him, none caught him. It seemed he was alone now, most horses being dead or caught. Out of nowhere, Renegade realised there was a small cliff. Before his small hooves could stop, down he tumbled end over end. When he reached the bottom, barbed wire had tangled it's way around him, clawing at his sides. He'd never felt such terrible pain. All four of his legs had been fractured. He had no hope, nor chance of living. He struggled, even though he couldn't move his legs. As he struggled, the wire sank further into his side, legs, and head.
After 2 days of laying there, he looked dead and comepletly hopeless.
A man was walking along the cliff muttering about something to himself and saw the foal.
He set him free of the wire, then took him to his home. (Cont.)

(Cont.)
The man turned out to be an armor designer. He cleaned Renegade's wounds and stitched them up. The man made a special frame so that Renegade's legs could heal propperly.
Ever since Renegade has worn armor to hide his scars. He is also blind in his left eye. -

I could've just wrote a book with that. xD Sorry was in the mood to write, got no paper so here's Renegade's life story.

re: thanks! I really liked doing that part!

Also I love this story!

Re: a DT is were two people tell each other a list of animal elements colors and so on to the other person and they come up with a character design for that description, and the other person does the same for them, it's really fun and a good way to practice creativity :)

Re: wOAG-
Thank you friend!! ;w;

re: it's fully animated ^-^

and if you use youtube on your phone or tablet, maybe you can try flipaclip sometime? it's not the best, but there's actually some great flipaclip animations out there

yup
do you have DA too?