Post by Black Magic on Mar 11, 2008 17:54:28 GMT -5
Name: Duet
Age: 3
Breed: mustang
Height: 15hh
Colour: Palomino
Eye Colour: brown
Gender: mare
Markings: none seen
History: Born in a different place, living upon many kinds of things. Seeing many deaths was my life. I never really understood at birth why I was never understood. Some would say I was stupid, weak, and never worth the time to be taught new stuff. After all I was just a young foal at that time after birth. My legs grew strong in a few days, long and strong so I was mostly running around in my new born times. My mother use to tell me to stop running around and to stop been stupid running around. But I was only a foal and they didn’t understand, because they all had no heart. I had grown to know this when my father returned to the herd from a very long travel over many places. When he saw me he thought just the same as the others did. I didn’t know at this time what I was going to do, even if I would live past this point.
My father's look in his eyes were very determined to kill me, and you could see he had outrage in him. When I was 1 it seemed things grew worse. I saw the killing of a new born who looked weak. All stood around and did nothing. The mother was never upset that her new foal had been killed. She knew deep down the foal was strong. But no others cared to look for that. I just hoped they didn’t do it to me. I started to understand I had to get out of this place. Out of this hell. I soon grew into a 2 year old. I had started to look more like a mare, and I knew what I would have to do when it came to been 3. They all wanted me to be cruel and harsh and you could see it all the time. Though through this I grew into a decent mare, I left the herd at 2 and a half to start my own life. Not so long have I turned into a 3 year old. Now I must await and follow my path to which ever way that fate guides me to.
Age: 3
Breed: mustang
Height: 15hh
Colour: Palomino
Eye Colour: brown
Gender: mare
Markings: none seen
History: Born in a different place, living upon many kinds of things. Seeing many deaths was my life. I never really understood at birth why I was never understood. Some would say I was stupid, weak, and never worth the time to be taught new stuff. After all I was just a young foal at that time after birth. My legs grew strong in a few days, long and strong so I was mostly running around in my new born times. My mother use to tell me to stop running around and to stop been stupid running around. But I was only a foal and they didn’t understand, because they all had no heart. I had grown to know this when my father returned to the herd from a very long travel over many places. When he saw me he thought just the same as the others did. I didn’t know at this time what I was going to do, even if I would live past this point.
My father's look in his eyes were very determined to kill me, and you could see he had outrage in him. When I was 1 it seemed things grew worse. I saw the killing of a new born who looked weak. All stood around and did nothing. The mother was never upset that her new foal had been killed. She knew deep down the foal was strong. But no others cared to look for that. I just hoped they didn’t do it to me. I started to understand I had to get out of this place. Out of this hell. I soon grew into a 2 year old. I had started to look more like a mare, and I knew what I would have to do when it came to been 3. They all wanted me to be cruel and harsh and you could see it all the time. Though through this I grew into a decent mare, I left the herd at 2 and a half to start my own life. Not so long have I turned into a 3 year old. Now I must await and follow my path to which ever way that fate guides me to.