Post by Captain Stumpy on Jun 13, 2010 14:11:22 GMT -5
Name: Wish
Age: 9
Breed: Gypsy Horse
Height: 14.3 hh
Colour: Piebald
Eye Colour: Blue
Gender: Mare
Markings: Mixed
History: ...
Draft Horse.
Cart Horse.
Cob.
Gypsy Horse.
Worthless.
Just One of Hundreds...
But I want to Be One In A Million!
I started my life at the top of the Appleby Hills, with my mother, and family. There where about 19 of us, mostly black and white. I played with my brothers up until about 6 months old. Then my brothers were taken away by metal monsters. It was the first time in my short life I'd seen so many people and monsters.
With the colts away it was the first time I'd meet a stallion. Not the one that fathered me- this stallion was huge, and black. Within days he'd mated with most of the mares old enough. He ignored me for the most part, even when he bred with my mother.
Within the month the stallion was gone again, and it was back to normal, grazing our huge paddock with little disturbance from the humans.
2 years passed, and I soon realised I was just one of hundreds. One weekend every year I was marched off the hills down to the river and valley where there were seemingly millions of piebald horses just like me. Humans didn't understand I didn't want to be lead round by my head, or dunked in the freezing river but somehow they made me every year.
It was my 3rd year on the hills and the dreaded weekend was taking place. This year I was pregnant with my first foal. As normal I was dragged from my grazing, walked though the river and tied the other side to be gawked at by humans of all ages. Just one of hundreds, I never stood out. Not like the palominos or the appaloosas. They always attracted a crowd.
There I stood tethered and miserable, I could have screamed my head off and never been looked at, I fitted in when all I wanted to do was stand out. Then out of nowhere this human plucked a young-human on my back. Well stupid person, I was pregnant and pissed. I wasn't about to be sat on as well. I squeeled and bucked... off flew child, who seemed unnaturally amused.
Well I was sold that day, 3 years old, pregnant and very angry. I was moved by horse-box, I won't go into detail but it wasn't pleasant. And again I stand in a field, this time not knowing the horses around me.
Time passed and when I gave birth I had a still-born. It was a shame, it was a little filly the same color as me. I waited with it for 2 days wishing it would be okay, but it never moved, on the 3rd day the humans took it off. And after that I was bred again, only for the same thing to happen. I got right though my pregnancy only to lose the foal again. That made me even more depressed.
Seeing as I was unable to reproduce, and I'd then turned 5 years old I was broken into harness. Nothing too complicated about that... as long as they held on, apparently I was a little fast, but they liked it like that. I was always told I was a cart horse anyway.
It was my 9th year. I'd been driving carts for the past 4 years, I was bomb-proof as they called it. I'd been there and seen everything. And again I ended up at Appleby, to stand with hundreds of other black and white horses. For a change I did have a bucket of water... which I tipped over shortly after receiving, it was in my way. While I was grazing by my master's home, a man with a unheard of accent came around, he petted me before talking to my master. God they talked for ages. But they must have agreed on something. Because before the day was out I was in one of those horse-boxes traveling to god-knows-where.
After that I didn't eat real grass for 5 days! I ended up in a tiny crate, my ears popping as the loudest horse-box ever took me away. When I finily saw grass again it was yellow and dingy. Like the whole of england was having a drought. That was enough, I was damn sick of change, and damn sick of humans treeting me like just a number in the crowd. I kicked and kicked this stupid wooden crate till the sides broke all ways. Humans tried rushing at me but I was having none of it.
I was strong enough to break the rope around my head and crack the crate around my body, swiftly I backed out and bolted round... Already I realized I was trapped, by wire netting about 8 foot high. I kept running round, for what seemed like miles looking for a escape I wasn't going back. Soon wire fencing turned to post and rail, wood I can handle. I took a long run up, cantering strongly I jumped... failed, I hit the top rail breaking it and triping me at the same time. I landed in a heap the other side, dazed but unhurt I stood up, shook myself off, and never looked back.
Age: 9
Breed: Gypsy Horse
Height: 14.3 hh
Colour: Piebald
Eye Colour: Blue
Gender: Mare
Markings: Mixed
History: ...
Draft Horse.
Cart Horse.
Cob.
Gypsy Horse.
Worthless.
Just One of Hundreds...
But I want to Be One In A Million!
I started my life at the top of the Appleby Hills, with my mother, and family. There where about 19 of us, mostly black and white. I played with my brothers up until about 6 months old. Then my brothers were taken away by metal monsters. It was the first time in my short life I'd seen so many people and monsters.
With the colts away it was the first time I'd meet a stallion. Not the one that fathered me- this stallion was huge, and black. Within days he'd mated with most of the mares old enough. He ignored me for the most part, even when he bred with my mother.
Within the month the stallion was gone again, and it was back to normal, grazing our huge paddock with little disturbance from the humans.
2 years passed, and I soon realised I was just one of hundreds. One weekend every year I was marched off the hills down to the river and valley where there were seemingly millions of piebald horses just like me. Humans didn't understand I didn't want to be lead round by my head, or dunked in the freezing river but somehow they made me every year.
It was my 3rd year on the hills and the dreaded weekend was taking place. This year I was pregnant with my first foal. As normal I was dragged from my grazing, walked though the river and tied the other side to be gawked at by humans of all ages. Just one of hundreds, I never stood out. Not like the palominos or the appaloosas. They always attracted a crowd.
There I stood tethered and miserable, I could have screamed my head off and never been looked at, I fitted in when all I wanted to do was stand out. Then out of nowhere this human plucked a young-human on my back. Well stupid person, I was pregnant and pissed. I wasn't about to be sat on as well. I squeeled and bucked... off flew child, who seemed unnaturally amused.
Well I was sold that day, 3 years old, pregnant and very angry. I was moved by horse-box, I won't go into detail but it wasn't pleasant. And again I stand in a field, this time not knowing the horses around me.
Time passed and when I gave birth I had a still-born. It was a shame, it was a little filly the same color as me. I waited with it for 2 days wishing it would be okay, but it never moved, on the 3rd day the humans took it off. And after that I was bred again, only for the same thing to happen. I got right though my pregnancy only to lose the foal again. That made me even more depressed.
Seeing as I was unable to reproduce, and I'd then turned 5 years old I was broken into harness. Nothing too complicated about that... as long as they held on, apparently I was a little fast, but they liked it like that. I was always told I was a cart horse anyway.
It was my 9th year. I'd been driving carts for the past 4 years, I was bomb-proof as they called it. I'd been there and seen everything. And again I ended up at Appleby, to stand with hundreds of other black and white horses. For a change I did have a bucket of water... which I tipped over shortly after receiving, it was in my way. While I was grazing by my master's home, a man with a unheard of accent came around, he petted me before talking to my master. God they talked for ages. But they must have agreed on something. Because before the day was out I was in one of those horse-boxes traveling to god-knows-where.
After that I didn't eat real grass for 5 days! I ended up in a tiny crate, my ears popping as the loudest horse-box ever took me away. When I finily saw grass again it was yellow and dingy. Like the whole of england was having a drought. That was enough, I was damn sick of change, and damn sick of humans treeting me like just a number in the crowd. I kicked and kicked this stupid wooden crate till the sides broke all ways. Humans tried rushing at me but I was having none of it.
I was strong enough to break the rope around my head and crack the crate around my body, swiftly I backed out and bolted round... Already I realized I was trapped, by wire netting about 8 foot high. I kept running round, for what seemed like miles looking for a escape I wasn't going back. Soon wire fencing turned to post and rail, wood I can handle. I took a long run up, cantering strongly I jumped... failed, I hit the top rail breaking it and triping me at the same time. I landed in a heap the other side, dazed but unhurt I stood up, shook myself off, and never looked back.
