Post by Dusty's Girl on Feb 27, 2009 23:47:32 GMT -5
Name:Mourning
Age: 7 years old
Breed:Nokota
Color: Chocolate Palomino
Height:14 hh
Markings: Flaxen Mane and Tail, Star and Snip, White left fetlock
Personality: inward and withdrawn from the world. Quiet
Family Line: Unknown
History: She is alone. The last of her herd. They left her, or so she thought. She was never to know that beyond the hill that marked the edge of the terra lay the remains of her herd. She could never have known that fateful day to happen. She stood, alone, facing the wind. To her, it seemed as if the world was about to crash down into the oceans. Hopelessness filled her heart as she stood and wept, her tears caressing the ground and watering the grasses beneath her feet. No one came to her weeping, there was none to comfort her in her time of need. Her age was unsure at that time, young though. Her head hung nearly to the ground as she wept for the past and the future, though she knew not why she wept, only that she was alone in this world.
The years passed slowly for the lone mare. Never did she stay in the same place, for it would remind her of what once was. She was kind to the horses that she crossed, never uttering more than a few short sentences and kindly nodding her head. Some asked of her calling and she merely told them "Mourning", for that is what she was in, a time of mourning. Though she still did not know as to why she was mourning. Word of a land where a horse could start over touched her ears one day, the words of a place where the unwanted were wanted once more.
But Mourning never dreamt that her hooves could ever take her there, especially since she was nothing more than a horse. But she had to find out, she had to be accepted at least once in her life. Time was running out for her, the last of her herd.
Age: 7 years old
Breed:Nokota
Color: Chocolate Palomino
Height:14 hh
Markings: Flaxen Mane and Tail, Star and Snip, White left fetlock
Personality: inward and withdrawn from the world. Quiet
Family Line: Unknown
History: She is alone. The last of her herd. They left her, or so she thought. She was never to know that beyond the hill that marked the edge of the terra lay the remains of her herd. She could never have known that fateful day to happen. She stood, alone, facing the wind. To her, it seemed as if the world was about to crash down into the oceans. Hopelessness filled her heart as she stood and wept, her tears caressing the ground and watering the grasses beneath her feet. No one came to her weeping, there was none to comfort her in her time of need. Her age was unsure at that time, young though. Her head hung nearly to the ground as she wept for the past and the future, though she knew not why she wept, only that she was alone in this world.
The years passed slowly for the lone mare. Never did she stay in the same place, for it would remind her of what once was. She was kind to the horses that she crossed, never uttering more than a few short sentences and kindly nodding her head. Some asked of her calling and she merely told them "Mourning", for that is what she was in, a time of mourning. Though she still did not know as to why she was mourning. Word of a land where a horse could start over touched her ears one day, the words of a place where the unwanted were wanted once more.
But Mourning never dreamt that her hooves could ever take her there, especially since she was nothing more than a horse. But she had to find out, she had to be accepted at least once in her life. Time was running out for her, the last of her herd.
