Post by flyff on Feb 2, 2008 11:39:36 GMT -5
Name: My Lost Love
Age: 8 years
Breed: Connemara Pony
Height: 12hh
Colour: Dun
Eye Colour: Light brown
Gender: Mare
Markings: None
History: Love Lost, as she is known, was born and raised in captivity. Her parents were both excellent sports ponies, as Connemaras are known to be. Both were renowned jumpers, and although they were short they were agile, spry things. Everyone was anticipating the results of their breeding, predicting a foal fit for sporting events if there ever was one, the foal that would become a horse with even more prowess at jumping than his or her parents. As a result, love lost was quite famous before she was even born. And everyone had very, very high expectations for the offspring.
Thus, Love Lost was born into a whirlwind of excitement and people shouting about a foal that would make history among sport horses. However, the moment they looked upon Love Lost they knew they had all been wrong. Everything had gone wrong. The filly was incredibly weak and sickly, the exact opposite of a typical Connemara. She had defied all predictions and turned out the worst of the worst. Her parents' owners wasted very little thought on her, other than to conclude she should be shot. It was what they did to the weaklings, the sheep that contracted painful diseases, the working dogs and cattle that got too old. It was their way.
It was midsummer, nighttime, when they decided to finally get cracking on it. Love Lost was only a few months old. The humans came in, hefting the usual rifle they used. Her mother, standing guard, thought nothing of it, assuming that they were here to kill another sheep or some other livestock. After all, they hardly ever used the gun on horses, except to scare them away from something.
But, as the stable hands came towards their stall, her mother heard the humans talking amongst themselves. "There'll be no love larst between us," one man snarled dryly to his companion. "The thing would be naught but trouble fer us, y'hearken t'me, mate. Erh, aye, better git crackin'. Take the runt out, t'the paddock, y'all know the routine!" Love Lost's mother was not stupid, and heard every word.
"The moment you get outside, run," she whispered desperately to her daughter. "Run, Love Lost. Run and never stop!" Of course, the little filly hadn't been named before then. It had just come to mind what to call the little thing. Poor Love Lost was terrified and yet elated to finally have a name. With a mixture of emotions pounding through her, the stable hands separated her from her mother and led her outside. But, with all the strength a filly can muster, she broke free and ran. Apparently she was better for jumping than her owners had thought, for she cleared the fence with a graceful ease. And she continued to run as long and far as she could, long and far and hard.
She galloped into the woods, deep into the woods, where the strange and mysterious and dangerous creatures dwelled. But, there was also a different creature that lived there. A human.
But this human was like no other human she had ever seen before. This human was dressed in rags and lived in a rambledown sort of dwelling that really couldn't be too sturdy, ad yet it was under such a thick canopy of tree branches that Love Lost doubted a drop of rain had ever reached its roof. He welcomed her like she was a human and not a horse. He fed her and rode her, and their relationship grew. Although he did not bother to groom her, Love Lost's old owners had never bothered with it either, so she knew not of this luxury. They lived together, deep in the woods, and they became friends. Or, as much friends as a human and a horse can be.
However, this human was not completely sane, you see. He hadn't had contacted with a being that had compassion for him in years and years, and strangely enough, he began to fall in love. You see, it began as a companionship, breaking all ever-thought-of barriers between human and animals when it came to relationships. They truly knew each other well, and had a way of communicating that was positively astounding. It started innocently enough, as he poured out his heart to Love Lost, telling her of all the cruelties the world had done to him. Nothing had gone right in his life, from the very first day. It was a depressing history that no one but Love Lost cares to remember all of.
And she felt compassion and sympathy for him, as if he was her fellow, as if they were of the same species. But he felt more than simply compassion for her in return.
Yes, it is strange for a man to fall in love with a mare. But alas, his mind was in a strange condition. He failed to function correctly in many ways, none of which had to do with his body. He had fallen in love before and had only received unbelievable pain in return, and yet, he had it in his head that Love Lost was the love that had betrayed him before. That she had died and been reincarnated as a horse and come to him to share their life together, although, as most of us know, this was not the case. And so, he was in love.
Love Lost knew not of this, and continued to regard him as not only a friend and companion but also her caretaker and provider. Not long after she came to him, he became a vegetarian. They huddled together during the freezing days of winter, and spent stormy nights communicating to each other in their own special way. And, he gave her a name. She knew wht her name was, and remembered it well, but although she did not truly understand human language she understood when he called out this name to her. She didn't know that his name for her was My Lost Love. For indeed, as mentioned before, he thought that she was his love, his love that he had lost in her past life but was ready to love him in return now. And although Love Lost would feel almost scared of this man if she knew he thought so of her, she didn't. So they lived in peace.
But this couldn't last.
One day, human hunters stumbled upon the small clearing, now an impressively sophisticated campsite, in which Love Lost and the man lived together. He was serenading her, singing aloud in his scratchy voice, as she grazed. She knew not that his song was of love for her, for he had sung in such ways to her before, and usually it had all been in good humor. But the humans destroyed everything, and humans tend to do. They carried took the man and horse by force, and being weak from years of meager food he found it hard to resist. Love Lost had very little memories of humans, and trotted away with them without resistance, curious of what they planned to do.
In the end, the man was driven away to the city, to a state-of-the-art mental asylum where they would find his relatives and, hopefully, break him away from his world of delusion. And Love Lost, against all prediction, had grown into a fine, strong young mare, beautiful and well-muscled. They immediately drove her off into the city, where they praised her as being the perfect sports horse, with a bit of training. She was sold to a farm in the country that raised Connemaras. Little did any of the humans know that this was the farm Love Lost was born on.
But she recognized it at first sight. The same stable hands, although they all looked older, the same smells and sights. And both her parents were still alive and absolutely overjoyed to see her. But all the humans couldn't figure out for the life of them why the horses all acted so weirdly upon seeing her... and they never did.
Love Lost hated the reigns and saddles they slapped on her, hated how restricted her lifestyle was. How everything from what she ate to when she slept was rigidly controlled by the humans. One day, she did as she had done before... she was let out in the paddock to graze, and she immediately cleared the already high fence at a run and galloped off into the woods, running off to a new life.
Age: 8 years
Breed: Connemara Pony
Height: 12hh
Colour: Dun
Eye Colour: Light brown
Gender: Mare
Markings: None
History: Love Lost, as she is known, was born and raised in captivity. Her parents were both excellent sports ponies, as Connemaras are known to be. Both were renowned jumpers, and although they were short they were agile, spry things. Everyone was anticipating the results of their breeding, predicting a foal fit for sporting events if there ever was one, the foal that would become a horse with even more prowess at jumping than his or her parents. As a result, love lost was quite famous before she was even born. And everyone had very, very high expectations for the offspring.
Thus, Love Lost was born into a whirlwind of excitement and people shouting about a foal that would make history among sport horses. However, the moment they looked upon Love Lost they knew they had all been wrong. Everything had gone wrong. The filly was incredibly weak and sickly, the exact opposite of a typical Connemara. She had defied all predictions and turned out the worst of the worst. Her parents' owners wasted very little thought on her, other than to conclude she should be shot. It was what they did to the weaklings, the sheep that contracted painful diseases, the working dogs and cattle that got too old. It was their way.
It was midsummer, nighttime, when they decided to finally get cracking on it. Love Lost was only a few months old. The humans came in, hefting the usual rifle they used. Her mother, standing guard, thought nothing of it, assuming that they were here to kill another sheep or some other livestock. After all, they hardly ever used the gun on horses, except to scare them away from something.
But, as the stable hands came towards their stall, her mother heard the humans talking amongst themselves. "There'll be no love larst between us," one man snarled dryly to his companion. "The thing would be naught but trouble fer us, y'hearken t'me, mate. Erh, aye, better git crackin'. Take the runt out, t'the paddock, y'all know the routine!" Love Lost's mother was not stupid, and heard every word.
"The moment you get outside, run," she whispered desperately to her daughter. "Run, Love Lost. Run and never stop!" Of course, the little filly hadn't been named before then. It had just come to mind what to call the little thing. Poor Love Lost was terrified and yet elated to finally have a name. With a mixture of emotions pounding through her, the stable hands separated her from her mother and led her outside. But, with all the strength a filly can muster, she broke free and ran. Apparently she was better for jumping than her owners had thought, for she cleared the fence with a graceful ease. And she continued to run as long and far as she could, long and far and hard.
She galloped into the woods, deep into the woods, where the strange and mysterious and dangerous creatures dwelled. But, there was also a different creature that lived there. A human.
But this human was like no other human she had ever seen before. This human was dressed in rags and lived in a rambledown sort of dwelling that really couldn't be too sturdy, ad yet it was under such a thick canopy of tree branches that Love Lost doubted a drop of rain had ever reached its roof. He welcomed her like she was a human and not a horse. He fed her and rode her, and their relationship grew. Although he did not bother to groom her, Love Lost's old owners had never bothered with it either, so she knew not of this luxury. They lived together, deep in the woods, and they became friends. Or, as much friends as a human and a horse can be.
However, this human was not completely sane, you see. He hadn't had contacted with a being that had compassion for him in years and years, and strangely enough, he began to fall in love. You see, it began as a companionship, breaking all ever-thought-of barriers between human and animals when it came to relationships. They truly knew each other well, and had a way of communicating that was positively astounding. It started innocently enough, as he poured out his heart to Love Lost, telling her of all the cruelties the world had done to him. Nothing had gone right in his life, from the very first day. It was a depressing history that no one but Love Lost cares to remember all of.
And she felt compassion and sympathy for him, as if he was her fellow, as if they were of the same species. But he felt more than simply compassion for her in return.
Yes, it is strange for a man to fall in love with a mare. But alas, his mind was in a strange condition. He failed to function correctly in many ways, none of which had to do with his body. He had fallen in love before and had only received unbelievable pain in return, and yet, he had it in his head that Love Lost was the love that had betrayed him before. That she had died and been reincarnated as a horse and come to him to share their life together, although, as most of us know, this was not the case. And so, he was in love.
Love Lost knew not of this, and continued to regard him as not only a friend and companion but also her caretaker and provider. Not long after she came to him, he became a vegetarian. They huddled together during the freezing days of winter, and spent stormy nights communicating to each other in their own special way. And, he gave her a name. She knew wht her name was, and remembered it well, but although she did not truly understand human language she understood when he called out this name to her. She didn't know that his name for her was My Lost Love. For indeed, as mentioned before, he thought that she was his love, his love that he had lost in her past life but was ready to love him in return now. And although Love Lost would feel almost scared of this man if she knew he thought so of her, she didn't. So they lived in peace.
But this couldn't last.
One day, human hunters stumbled upon the small clearing, now an impressively sophisticated campsite, in which Love Lost and the man lived together. He was serenading her, singing aloud in his scratchy voice, as she grazed. She knew not that his song was of love for her, for he had sung in such ways to her before, and usually it had all been in good humor. But the humans destroyed everything, and humans tend to do. They carried took the man and horse by force, and being weak from years of meager food he found it hard to resist. Love Lost had very little memories of humans, and trotted away with them without resistance, curious of what they planned to do.
In the end, the man was driven away to the city, to a state-of-the-art mental asylum where they would find his relatives and, hopefully, break him away from his world of delusion. And Love Lost, against all prediction, had grown into a fine, strong young mare, beautiful and well-muscled. They immediately drove her off into the city, where they praised her as being the perfect sports horse, with a bit of training. She was sold to a farm in the country that raised Connemaras. Little did any of the humans know that this was the farm Love Lost was born on.
But she recognized it at first sight. The same stable hands, although they all looked older, the same smells and sights. And both her parents were still alive and absolutely overjoyed to see her. But all the humans couldn't figure out for the life of them why the horses all acted so weirdly upon seeing her... and they never did.
Love Lost hated the reigns and saddles they slapped on her, hated how restricted her lifestyle was. How everything from what she ate to when she slept was rigidly controlled by the humans. One day, she did as she had done before... she was let out in the paddock to graze, and she immediately cleared the already high fence at a run and galloped off into the woods, running off to a new life.