Joined: 16 Jun 2011
Oh how that baby ran for her life. She was moving quick and trying so hard
not to cry. Her eyes had been closed, thrashing legs out in an angry form at her parents.
She held no life yet, being at the age of two and just leaving the herd in a fearful pace.
Her legs stretched over the rocks, jumping. She was flying across the river, almost in
slow motion. Tail was high, neck out to prepare for the land.
Legs hit, stretching out perfectly to take impact and bounce back at full speed. What was
wrong? Mother was dead. Mother. Was. Dead. Eyes gleamed, flinting with the firery heat
that it took to bust out of there. She had no clue where to go, but it was going to be
some where far, far away.
I trotted across the dry deserts, taking in a wuff in the heated air. The desert was a
home for me for years after I left the hell hole. Father had revengingly killed my mother
and I was furious. I learned to live on my own and take back what had been done. My rage
had forced me to do a lot of things out of revenge but I never would take them back.
Taking them back would make me nice, a goody horse.. I shook my head, walking down towards
the scents I had picked up earlier. They had been here for quite a while but I had tended
to other things in my life before noticing. Lingering on a small thought, I threw out a
call, letting him know the beast was coming.
I slipped down the hill, throwing rocks and sand around me as I went. Neck and head
launched up, rumbling to my self as I moved towards him, counting the paces between us.
Head bobbed with each step, mane flying, white face twisting a bit before speaking.
What are you doing out here? Ears flipped backwards, snorting.