Post by Dusty's Girl on Aug 24, 2009 13:56:05 GMT -5
Name: Delourian
Age: 4 years old
Breed: Irish Draught
Gender: Mare
Height: 15.1 hh
Color: sabino chestnut-based grey
Markings: blaze and socks
Eye color: Amber
Family Line: Unknown
Enter me. Purebred, haughty, full of myself. I am a mare, sure and tough, as free as the wind is through the willow trees. My name is that of Delourian, but I am nothing of it. I was told that I was named for a car, such petty foolishness from the humans that bred and raised me.
But fire. I know fire. It is what caused my escape in to this freedom. The barn burned down. How sad. My mother was in the blaze, but I was being readied to ship overseas. It still angers me that I could not have saved her. Though I am but a mere filly, or was at the time.
Shipped. Yes, the mere thought of it makes me sick once more. terrible storms were encountered and I could not take it anymore. Then the hull cracked on the ship. We went down and I somehow survived. I am still not sure how, but I am here today to tell this tale. Marooned on a lone island for weeks, I was alone and scared. But the humans found me and took me back to their lands. Once more, I was home. In a nice stable with nice food, back into training with her, they said. Training it was. Dressage and jumping. I could do anything that I wanted. But that stallion. The eyes that he gave me. Made me fear for my life, for my sanity.
Turned out in a lovely paddock, it was nighttime. Time to sleep and graze, graze and sleep. But no, the stallion was not having it. Jumping the fence or crashing through it, I will never remember, but he was upon me. Thrusting towards me, I was forcebred. The horror of it still haunts me, but I am a strong mare. Now heavy with foal, I roam. The foal is weak inside of me, but I am sure that somehow it will live or die trying.
Age: 4 years old
Breed: Irish Draught
Gender: Mare
Height: 15.1 hh
Color: sabino chestnut-based grey
Markings: blaze and socks
Eye color: Amber
Family Line: Unknown
Enter me. Purebred, haughty, full of myself. I am a mare, sure and tough, as free as the wind is through the willow trees. My name is that of Delourian, but I am nothing of it. I was told that I was named for a car, such petty foolishness from the humans that bred and raised me.
But fire. I know fire. It is what caused my escape in to this freedom. The barn burned down. How sad. My mother was in the blaze, but I was being readied to ship overseas. It still angers me that I could not have saved her. Though I am but a mere filly, or was at the time.
Shipped. Yes, the mere thought of it makes me sick once more. terrible storms were encountered and I could not take it anymore. Then the hull cracked on the ship. We went down and I somehow survived. I am still not sure how, but I am here today to tell this tale. Marooned on a lone island for weeks, I was alone and scared. But the humans found me and took me back to their lands. Once more, I was home. In a nice stable with nice food, back into training with her, they said. Training it was. Dressage and jumping. I could do anything that I wanted. But that stallion. The eyes that he gave me. Made me fear for my life, for my sanity.
Turned out in a lovely paddock, it was nighttime. Time to sleep and graze, graze and sleep. But no, the stallion was not having it. Jumping the fence or crashing through it, I will never remember, but he was upon me. Thrusting towards me, I was forcebred. The horror of it still haunts me, but I am a strong mare. Now heavy with foal, I roam. The foal is weak inside of me, but I am sure that somehow it will live or die trying.
