Post by lily on Apr 5, 2012 19:53:32 GMT -5
Name: Siren
Age: 4 Years
Breed: Thoroughbred
Height: 15.2 hh
Color: Black
Eye Color: Black
Gender: Stallion
Markings:
Approprite shading. (Lighter around left muzzle side)
Small White snip.
Battle scars all over.
History:
The baby-faces soldier rubbed Siren's velvet muzzle up and down,"You're a good horse, Siren. I've been with you since you were a foal, and you'll be with me till the end." The soldier removed his hand from Sirens nose and lightly patted his horse's broad neck. Siren nickered softly and bumped his head tenderly into the soldier's shoulder. They had a strong bond, Siren and Jack. They had each watched the other grow and progress, develop and change. Now, they head off into brutal combat each armed with only the security of each other's love. Siren had served Jack in battle before, always they worked as a team. As one whole unit. They had survived the harshes of fights, due to their intertwined skill and knowledge .
'We've been through many wars... I and Jack...but this one is different' Siren glanced around cautiously at the other horses tethered to weathered tying posts, while he continued to think to himself. 'So few of us now' he refelcted sadly, flicking his gaze arond the severly diminished equestrain fleet. 'Brother and Father were shot with bullets yesterday.' Siren flinched slightly at the thought, he didn't want to even try and imagine he pain his fellow family members had endured. The death had shaken him somewhat and natrually put a dampner on his previously positive mood. He could not help but wonder 'How do I know that I won't be the next to fall?'
BOOM!!!
Siren reared high into the air as a canon fired, the bomb landing only yards away. It was too close for comfort. Panicing, he began to tug viciously backwards, desperatly trying to free himself of the wooden post. The horses around him were screeching loudly, begging for their master's arrival.
Men in navy blue uniforms scrambled around hopelessly, wearing expressions of doom on their faces. They were loading rifles, saddling pacing horses, and grabbing sharpened blades. "Siren!" Jack called out, dressed in his uniform He was untying Siren from the post, as a number of bullets flew through the air around them. Jack held his steed's face steady in his hands "This might be it...for both of us. We're out numbered. Yet, we must fight now!" He yelled to the stallion. Siren snorted in reply, tossing his head up and pawing at the ground ready to meet the enemy. The eighteen year old soldier, put his boot in the stirrup and held tight to the saddle as he rose into position. Reins in hands, Jack and Siren- along with a blatoon of other terror stuck service men and their steeds, rushed towards the war zone...
Horses and men were constantly falling to the ground all around them, scarlett puddles streched out on the canvas below. Siren tried to center his mind only on Jack's safety, not the dying men and companions he'd known. Rifles fired, the sooty smell of death lingering in the air. The brittal clashing of metal upon metal, echoed through the feild. Yet, nothing could drown out the dreadful sound of a man so close, scream in pitiful agony as a single bullet penertrated his heart. Before Siren knew it, Jack had clasped hold of his reins while falling backwards off Siren, his failing body was now pulling siren down to. Siren whinnied in anguish, as the cold bit began to slice deeply into the corners of his mouth. Siren he fell backwards; collapsing next to his master. The obsidean stallion, swung his legs out in front of him and rose to the ground quickly, before turning back to the ground to see his Jack. He was laying lifelessly on the battle field, eyes wide open, with a merlot stain of blood dripping from his lips. Everything in his world when silent, his legs began to shake, he couldn't bear it. A man's voice was carried into Siren's ears "Retreat!" it bellowed.
Why, oh, why hadn't it come sooner?! Why hadn't that single stupid word have come a second before?! He nickered to Jack, hoping and praying that the boy would rise from the floor and they could go home. The blast of canons was getting louder, obviously coming closer. With the most reluctance Siren lifed his head away, his hooves resisting his movements as he woefully turned and galloped after the rest of the retreating men. He had left his Jack for dead.
One year later...
Siren stood in a pasture, grazing silently along with all the retired war stricken horses. They all had similar stories. That was the drill. When you were new, you came and told your tale. That was it. No more contact after the story. Everybody lapsed into silence, each horse hiding behind the terror of their pasts. Siren enjoyed the introductory talks, it reminded him of Jack. For a few moments he allowed his thoughts to wander to the boy. What am I doing here? He kept thinking to himself. This was a place for hopeless horses, who had no more drive. For those who had just given up. But that wasn't the way. Jack wouldn't have wanted it. Siren's head turned towards the wooden fence, after a second of contemplation, he ran towards it. Instinctivly, jumping it. Siren paused turning back on the paddock he had just escaped from. Not one horse had even turned a hair. He had escaped. He ran, oh how he ran. Over the rolling hills and running streams he now saw before him. His hooves picking up the pace with every step. Jack...I'm living the dream you told me to live...