A friendly equine girl and anime/manga fan 2491378d33154a96a2c9af449897f8b5.png I love Disney, books and Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron will always be one of my favorite movies. 

“Humans are more arrogant and greedy than any other living creature, and I'm part human too, which why I refuse to give up! On top of that, when a human has someone he's gotta protect, his power grows exponentially. I have what it takes to destroy you. All thanks to my human mother!"- InuYasha” 

Wolf demon graveyard protector: "Foolish child... You chose your companions over the treasure?"
Kōga: "Hear this! Why do you think I need the Goraishi? To avenge the wolf-folk slaughtered by an enemy! You honestly think I'd allow more of our tribesmen to die just for that? Go to hell!"- Koga, Inuyasha 

"Father once said to me
Many moons ago
A demon hand will defend

Mother said one day
There is more that you must know
A mortal hand will sustain

Two hands together
Incomplete alone 
Balance and union
And the gate will open

Go my children go 
Go to crimson flames 
To save our children"
The lights of memory remain
-Song of Parting from Inuyasha: Fire on the Mystic Island 

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"The story I want to tell you cannot be found in a book. They say that the history of the west was written from the saddle of a horse, but it's never been told from the heart of one. Not till now. I was born here, in this place that would come to be called the Old West. But, to my kind, the land was ageless. It had no beginning and no end, no boundary between earth and sky. Like the wind and the buffalo, we belonged here, we would always belong here. They say the mustang is the spirit of the West. Whether that west was won or lost in the end, you'll have to decide for yourself, but the story I want to tell you is true. I was there and I remember. I remember the sun, the sky, and the wind calling my name in a time when we ran free. I'll never forget the sound and the feeling of running together. The hoof beats were many, but our hearts were one."-Spirit, Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron 

"My heart galloped through the sky that night, back to my herd, where I belonged and wondered if they missed me as much as I missed them."-Spirit, Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron 

"I'm never going to ride you, am I? And no one should."-Little Creek, Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron

The story that I want to tell you cannot be found in a book. They say the history of the West was written from the saddle of a horse, but it's never been told from the heart of one, not 'til now. I was born here, in this place that would come to be called the Old West, but to my kind the land was ageless. It had no beginning and no end, no boundary between earth and sky. Like the wind and the buffalo grass, we belonged here. We would always belong here. They say the mustang is the spirit of the West. Whether that West was won or lost in the end, you'll have to decide for yourself, but the story I wanna tell you is true. I was there and I remember. I remember the sun and the sky and the wind calling my name, in a time when wild horses ran free.