Post by lily on Mar 25, 2012 16:54:03 GMT -5
Name: Caballo
Gender: Mare
Breed: Anglo-Arab X Paint
Colour: Flea-bitten
Age: 7
Height: 15.3hh
History:
She had belonged to a young human child. The girl had been nice to her, feed her carrots and groomed her until her pelt glistened. She had been lucky, always had a warm stable to sleep in, with a thick layer of straw to lay on a night. She had fallen into the little girl's hands when her wealthy uncle, had brought her as a Christmas gift. As far as she could tell, her child owner had no parents, she lived solely with her Aunt and Uncle, in a secluded farmhouse far away from the harsh grasps of reality. Because of this, the girl would spend every waking hour with Caballo, spilling out all her secrets to the mare. It was clear the child had no friends, so the only one she could confine in was Caballo.
It was a chilly August evening, far too cold for the summer month. Caballo lay in her stall, curled up dozily in her bed of straw, when the door burst open. It was the child's Uncle. But then was it? It had not seemed like the same man that had occasionally come to see her, tell her and the girl how well they rode together. No, this was a man shouting wildly at her, a blaring slurring monster. He stummbled into her stall, having to scrap hold of her manger to stay up right. Caballo rose quickly, her eyes wide with fear. Never before had she encountered such a human. The man was then accompained by more hooting humans, their volumme exceeding anything Caballo had experienced. They came towards her a group of three men, forcing a saddle roughly on her back. All the while their snarling laugher and brutish shouting causing her to skitter around her stable. All she wanted was for it to stop. Where was the little girl? She wouldn't let them hurt her surely? Then the women came in their fine peices of material baring all too much of their boney, hairless bodies. All of them cackling and jeering at the mare.
They forced the cold iron bit into her mouth, pushing it in so violently it split the corners of her mouth. She snorted out in pain willing them to stop. She didn't understand why they were hurting her. The ear-splitting group pulled her out of her warm home, out into the freezing swirl of the night. They would trip as they yanked on her reins, falling onto the gravel floor and forcing her head to be pulled with them. They finally reached Caballo's training padock, a few jumps were still in place from her earlier session with the child. Although they had tried desperatly as they were stummbling along to get into the saddle they had all failed. However, now they were all helping one women onto Caballo's back, her dangerously pointed shoes digging into the mares side like knives. She attempted to disobey the women's furious movements. Her sharp jabbing kicks, her frantic flurries of her reins. Each action more painful than the last, that was until one member of the drunken crew found a broken riding crop in the corner of the arena.
It was nothing more then a shard of brutally sharp plastic. The orginal form had been snapped in two, when the child had refused to use it. Now, the broken whip lashed down upon her rump, time and time again. Each lash causing blood to come running to the surface of her coat. She gave short pleading whinnies for them to stop. She tottered around on her hooves, begging them to see reason. She was only trying to keep the girl's Aunt, who was upon her back out of harm's way. Alas she could not stand the agony any more. She set off at a quick walk, her eyes rolling backward in terror. They started to run after her, their rowdy cheers following her. They brandished the whip in front of her, smashing it down on her hind again and again until she sped to a canter.
All the time, the women aboard her yelling out in manic laughter in a form she had never seen. Her body swayed backwards, pulling back Caballo's head. She was arched towards a jump. It was 4 footer. There was no way the intoxicated women would be able to endure that. Yet, they had not seen she had slipped backwards, her bent double form unconcious from her overdose on alcohol. They still came thundering after her, throwing rough peices of debris at her. One of them had located a small collection of left over bricks they had used to restore an old chicken coop at the back of the yard. They now where handed out and thrown at the petrified mare. Caballo's body tremmbled in outright fear as she realised nobody was going to save her. The child was probebly snuggled down deep in bed, blissfully unaware of the chaos that was unravelling outside.
A brick caught her square on the face, the impact made her stummble. Her vision blurred, as her mind began the throb heavily. A warm liquid dripped down her cheek and slithered down her neck. Still the bricks kept coming. She had two options either cross the jump or be stoned to death. The unconcious human did not stir on her back, it was a marvel that she had not been hit herself. Caballo slurring herself, she could aviod the jump, but that would mean more hours of painful torture until she did so. She cantered as best she could, still attempting to keep the women safe. She was in mid-flight, she would have made it if the Uncle had not jumped out in front of her, startling her and causing her to roll into a landing. There was a devistating crack and then silence.
When the little girl awoke from her bed the following morning. She no longer had an Aunt. She no longer had Caballo either. The flea-bitten mare had killed her. Caballo was on her way to a slaughter house. This was to be the end of her life also. A small filthy van had been ordered to take her away forever. She did not cry on the way to her death. She just stared into nothing. Nor did she stir when the van crashed into another. She just stood. Mind blank. She was a murderer. She would never see her child again. Never sleep in her warm cosy bed of straw. The trailer doors fell open, the hinges broken from the crash. Caballo turned and began to walk. She walked away from the humans, never to return again.