People? Humans? What are those? In these times, humans lived in what they believed to be sprawling metropolises but to the wider world, they were practically a different type of grass. This would lead to many of the animals who were truly the definition of massive to impassively pass by; just not without causing a significant amount of damage. This was especially true for what the humans referred to as "Roamers" who were the animals that were always on the move. All of them were the worst but it was horses that caused the most damage.
Their strong hooves would slam into the ground at devastating degrees of power smashing cities and the humans living within in an instant, leaving nothing but speckles that would pitifully stay stuck to the underside before inevitably being flung forwards crashing into another city. There wasn't even reprieve when the hooves that fell from the sky missed the city as it was also common for entire cities to be uprooted flipping like a coin in the air from the shock wave. The only warning, if the sound wasn't enough, was the immense dust and dirt clouds that would choke the populace down to skitters. If it was a herd of horses though, they could be miles away before the dust reduced the city to nothing but the most minuscule tops of what were once skyscrapers being the only thing visible.
It was about to get a lot worse, for a Herd of Mustangs who seemed to finally decide to make a place of their own. The whole group of them slammed their hooves deep into the ground until a nice long track was made perfect for them to race each other in. In the middle of that track was one of these human cities that went unnoticed for ages now bombarded by the dust, cracks in the ground, and shock waves from the sound they made. Their only grace was certain structures that made the dust clouds not bury them beneath but nothing was perfect as the dust could still easily choke or blind them. No matter how resilient they were though, they found the outer stretches of their cities smashed as it was in the way of the new barrier of a track now made around them.
The humans would try to escape but their size made it so that only their cities could provide the food and water for them to move and with the time that would take, the horses would lapse once more around the track crashing it right back to bits. Not even accounting for the lack of shade on the track itself. Leaving the lone human city no recourse to fight against the massive Mustangs, their fur coats black and bay, as they constantly overshadowed the cities on THEIR new track.
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