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[x.Whinny [Nay]]

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First come love and then comes pain.

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My head was held high, my tail as well. The repetitive sound of my hooves drumming on the hard turf below me pleased me. The wind whistled in my ears, the sun beating against my back. My golden locks flying in the breeze. Free, I was free. Away from the terrors, the screaming the pain, the blood spilling and life killing, it could no longer harm me. It could no longer affect my train of thought, fill my eyes with hate. But one thing that would never change or maybe it would change. Who am I to judge whether, I will ever like a human. I will hate them forever! They… what they did is unspeakable. She was only young, only fragile, they took her away. They, they…. killed her. It was not nice and quick but full of suffering and torture. And where did they leave me, standing in front of them, helpless, watching them kill my own… my own daughter! Oh and don’t think for a second that I didn’t try and resist. I bit someone’s hand, I kicked someone’s knees. They got a knife and ran it along my neck, if I could have spoken their language this is exactly what I would have said. “It’s only a flesh wound, only a flesh wound, come here and I’ll bite your kneecaps off!”

But I couldn’t speak their words, believe me I would have kicked them silly. I would have died for her, killed for her. I did, and I’ll do it again! I shook my head, ridding my mind of these thoughts. But still, they stalk my every step, my shadow haunting me all the time. I slid to a halt, looking at the fresh jade grass under my feet. Taking a few steps forward my nose at the ground, soon I was staring back at my own reflection. My mane was even more wild and untamed than before, a feather entangled in the mass of matted hair. My black muzzle and cold eyes, my white star sitting proudly on my forehead, I shook my head. My forelock covering the single spot of bleached fur.

Arching my neck I tilted my dome backwards. Emitting an ear splitting whinny, possibly there would be other wild horses around. Or even worse… more humans, although I would duck and weave, escape there flying ropes. Do anything to stay free, where I belong. Or do I belong with the humans, my mother always said to me… I was too beautiful to be on this planet, all I would do is break hearts. But they do not understand they broke my heart, one thing of mine that can never be broken, is my proud wild spirit! So come on… catch me, if you can!

Let the games Begin.

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Theo


Theo jogged in slowly, his nicely worn-in boots lightly dusting up the ground underfoot as he continued at the easy pace. His mind wandered, thinking back to his dad, whom he hated with all his heart. How he wanted to hurt him, for hurting his mum! God, he just wanted to destroy his father's life, as he destroyed Theo's mother's!

Theo shook his head violently. What was done was done. Nothing he could do about it. He loathed not being able to do something about things like that! If only there was a way he could do something, anything, he would hopefully feel better. If only there was something....

By now, his breath coming in shortening gasps, a pain in his side telling him he had a stitch, the fit, copper-haired male burst forth with an extra amount of speed. He didn't care if he collapsed later, gasping for oxygen, barely able to breath, he just wanted to run, here, now. But he stopped abruptly. His boots digging into the emerald stalks of grass, his hair flung forward and settling about his seaweed green eyes.

Unknowing of these new lands and this new place he now called his home, Theo had managed to stumble into the wild plains. The vast, gorgeous landscape holding, in it's centre it seemed to Theo, a single, medium-sized azule lake, it's surface shimmering and mirroring the vegetaion surrounding it. Not to mention the horse. The gorgeous, palomino horse. From this far distance, Theo couldn't be sure of it's gender, of how old it was, anything. Except, of course, it;s colour. He stood, staring, dumbfounded at having seen one of the untamed, said untameable, with his own eyes. His limited riding experience offered him no comfort to say that he had very little chances of getting anywhere near this wonderous creature. But he had to try, right?

Slowly, carefully, though making little noises every now and then to make sure the horse knew he was there, Theo crept up, towards the lake, going sideways slightly so as not to end up at the horse's rear end. No sense in getting kicked. Clicking his tongue gently, emitting soothing words, Theo reached the lake, standing away from the palomino. He wondered at it's wild beauty, the legance it had gathered in it's untamed state of being, and knew, then, that he wnated to prove his horsemanship with the horse. Even if none could break it in, he could, at least, act as friend to it, love it, if it would choose to trust him. Half-hiding in the shade of the medium foliage, Theo stood quietly, watching the horse. A mare, he guessed, though in his inexperienced state, he could not be sure from this angle. He waited patiently, to watch the reaction that would surely be issued from the creature, and held his arms limply bu his sides, not really ddaring to move too much lest that be the trigger to set it off.

[x.Whinny [Nay]]

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Is this just another day

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I lowered my mug, touching the cool water. Ripples running along its now broken surface, spreading out in wide circles around me, I waded in. the water now up to my knees, my nose coming out of the liquid. Heavy droplets falling from my skin back into the main source, rejoining as one. My ears perked forward as I heard footfalls hitting the ground, but nor four, two. My eyes narrowed more humans; I tucked my head between my knees, staring out the back. Where, where was one of these nasty two leggers? I gritted my teeth, preparing for a battle, not that these stupid human beings can put up much of a fight. I heard the noises now to the left side of me. Pulling my head up high I arched it with such power, elegance and untameable beauty. I saw him, yet he looked some what kind, but do not be ridiculous! No human is kind that is what I’ve learnt… from a tragic, tragic past.

I rose up on my hind legs, striking out in the air. I snorted and squealed putting on such a fuss; I swerved on my hind quarters. Letting out a buck I surged forth into a canter, my flowing pace carried me a few feet away. Expecting an ambush from the bushes I carried myself further and faster. But yet… no one came, turning back around I reared up once more. Only one… human? Maybe this wasn’t so bad; possibly I could see what he wanted in me. The ‘slaughter’ houses usually have many men come out to capture horses. Yet this time, there was only one… or was there?

My instincts told me to run and to get as far away as possible yet my heart told me to stay. Taking my anger out on this one poor human would not be necessary, for all I know I might be blaming him for a crime I didn’t commit. I trotted forward a few paces, standing behind a tree. I poked my head out away from the low branches. Spying on him, although most likely, actually most definitely he could see me, I snorted. Sometimes it doesn’t pay to have such a large body, way to difficult to hide. Although we, us horses we tend to use our speed more than our hooves. But if for whatever reason this human did try to hurt me and I couldn’t get away, I think it would be extremely easy to knock him down. One gentle kick to the head and he’d probably be out cold?

I pranced forward snorting, standing only metres away from him. If he did try to approach or do something that I wouldn’t want him doing I’d just turn and gallop further away. I rested my hind leg, my ears falling into a relaxed position. I closed my eyes, but not fully, I left them open a slit. I was playing the part of a sleepy old school horse; maybe he’d think he could just approach me and take me home with him. Haha, I’d give him such a fright… if he does come close.

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Theo had watched, silently of course, whilst the sun-kissed beauty had swam in the azure liquid, and had turned it's head, following the noises which had previously been emmitted from himself. Seeing him, standing there, he presumed it would run off, probably screaming it's defiance. He did not, however, expect it to lift it's fores into the air, rearing in the sun, droplets of water still clinging to the elegant bodice that made up the palomino. He watched, whilst it galloped off, running away from him, it's eyes wild and seemingly scared, but that was to be expected.... wasn't it?

A small sigh escaped the inexperienced young man, his inadept skills at horsemanship going through his mind, basically telling him to turn around and flee before he hurt himself, or, somehow, the horse. Another sigh escaped inot the atmos, a smile exitting with it. The wild elegance, the untamed beauty, of this one gorgeous equine, astounded him. It's beautiful poise it held, the position of it's dial, hell, even the way it's mane blew in the wind whilst it ran further, and stopped. It was all, just all of it, perfect. But could she be his? Or was this one truly untameable?

The twenty-year-old watched, as usual, silently, noticing the way it stopped, a nice, smooth halt, not too rough and not too fast. Again, a soft, caring smile was found curving his lips, his light hair blown slightly by the slow rush of wind. The sleek, elegant mare, he was almost certain, was coming back towards him. Theodore rubbed his eyes carefully, sure that the beaut had already chosen to stay far away from him. But no. It was there. Hiding, it seemed, behind the thick foliage.

I can see you, girl

For now, he was certain that the equine was female, having glimpsed no sign of male whilst the animal had reared. He laughed softly, so as not to scare the girl away again, when he realized that she was right in front of him, why, only a few metres in front of him! His seaweed green eyes widening at the closeness of which the mare had placed herself. Slowly, her eyes drooping, and her hind leg bent, her ears casually relaxing, Theo backed up a bit. The view of the euine was slightly marred by the small distance between them, and, as he now hoped he was further back enough not to scare her with any sudden movements, Theo sat, and watched. His keen eyes noting the fact that here eyes were not completely closed, and she seemed to constantly flick her ears back to him.

He waited, patience learned from years of obedience, helping him contain his excitement, and stop him from jumping up and rushing towards the palomino beauty. So he waited, not moving, wondering why the obviously wild horse pretended tameness. Theo sighed softly once more, waiting for the mare to go phsyco again, sure that she would, and knowing that, had he approached the horse, either he would have been kicked, she would have run off, or both would be the result of his foolishness in thinking the horse was a tame one. Patiently, quietly, and willingly, he waited....

[x.Whinny [Nay]]

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Is this just another phase?

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A slight tiredness appeared to be kicking in as my muscles felt heavy. My lids opening just a few more millimetres, so this boy… as they call them was smart. Well so far he seemed smart but that was only one test, just one test of the many I had yet to come. He knew that he shouldn’t come to me, but wait for me to go to him. Well that’s what he expects for me to do. Shall I do it, approach this boy? No that would be darn right foolish, for all I know he could be wishing to take me away. But then there is also the slight chance that he won’t, the meagre chance that he might actually want me as a friend. Not as horse meat. Considering the chances I decided to stay waiting longer, to see if his patience would crack.

The minutes ticked by seeming like hours to me. My ears flicked forward, shifting my weight. I opened my eyes, looking at his, curiously but cautiously I took a few steps forward. On high alert, if he made any sudden move and be high tailing it out of there. His voice before sounded almost… friendly. But how do I trust something that has only ever given me pain and heart break. How do you learn to forgive something like this, how do you forget something that they did that changed your life forever, just tell me. Give me a sign, do you forgive and forget, when so much has happened. So much has changed, so much that it appears almost impossible to forget.

I snorted, the curiosity I had for this human was taking over. I stole a few steps closer, wishing that his back was turned to me. If it was I would not feel so endangered, but this way I felt him watching my every move. Were as if his back was to me, I would feel so much more comfortable. My eye twitched and my long golden tail flicked. A human… I was face to face with a human. How I was containing my anger for this wretched beasts I do not know.

What are with humans are they all different. This aspect of life was so confusing; the warm morning sun beat down against my untouched back. The two leggers had inflicted little damage to me physically, but mentally. That was a whole different chapter. How would they like it, if I took the person most dear to them and tortured them and killed them? Possibly that one person who’s had came in contact with my two back hooves, just maybe he was cherished by someone. It was not like I meant to do it, well maybe I did… But to remember that past brings great pain upon me.

I turned my gaze away from the boy sitting in front of me, tipping my dome back. I spied upon the heavens; the crystal clear turquoise sky gave me little comfort. It gave me no sign of whether humans were to be forgiven for what they had done. It gave me no support of whether ever human should be blamed for what just a few had done. I let out a long breath; no one was there to guide me. My mother wasn’t there to tell me, so I suppose I will just have to find out myself. I looked back to the boy, staring him straight in the eye… Was he of a good heart?

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Theodore

Deep jade visions watched the palomino warily. Theo knew that she coud try anything, anytime. He was at her mercy. Would he make the wrong move, and watch her run away, out of his life, or would she make the wrong move, wrong to the name of the wild equine, and befriend him, as was all he really wanted. Any capturing of the beaut would only be done with her free will and consent. Slowly, he closed his pools, thinking of what the pair would look like gliding over fences and dancing through the dressage tests. Another slow smile caught on his pale lips, a tender, thoughtful smile, and he opened his orbs again. And blinked.

I must be going mad, girl. You haven't moved closer, have you?

Of course, he did not expect an answer. But he was sure something was different. It might be the distance, but he couldn't be sure. Letting his medium hair trail lightly across his facade, Theo cocked his head to the left, watching as the mare flicked her tail. Annoyed? Curious? Who could tell? At the moment, Theo couldn't. Neither could he believe he saw the mare step closer once more. He must be dreaming. He was, he thought, too inexperienced a horseman, to even get this close. Why, had he lifted his arm and extended it out, he could pat the soft muzzle. But he wouldn't do that. No, that was a stupid thought. Instead, he spoke quietly, encouraging her closer, his tone friendly and supporting, offering freedom with the friendship of a two-legged, with a human.

Girl, wouldn't you love to be loved? To be free of danger, and cross wherever you wish with no fears of attacks or ambushes. Maybe, just maybe, girl, you woud like a new friend? Someone to care for you, to love you, as I am already warming to you, my beaut. Take heart, dear one, be afraid not of me, but of the others that might come for you. I am no slaughterer, I am just a mere human, here to befriend one as yourself, golden beauty. Take heart in that I shan't force you, nor capture you, but befriend you, and love you. Would you like that, girl?

Carefully, the young adult reached into the pocket of his light jacket. No apples, no carrots, no tid-bits worthy of a horse. Nothing but a single pepeprmint candy. But that wasn't the best kind of thing for a horse, now was it? But, perhaps, she would like it, just one. It couldn't hurt her, could it? No. Not one tiny candy bit. Opening his fingers slowly, and carefully extending his arm out towards the mare, Theo offered her the sinlg, broken piece of candy. Mind whirled, wondering if she would like it, if she would spit it out. Hell, he'd be ecstatic if she trusted him enough to even bloody sniff it! Slowly, though it took a bit of effort, and thanking the heavens his excitement didn't show on his appearance, the male calmed down. Laughter threatened to escape, bubbling inside his torso, but he forced it down. Now ould not be the time to scare her away....

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[x.Whinny [Nay]]

Nirvana stood completely motionless, her dark mocha eyes observing the sun. The bright ball of fire was slowly sinking into its bed of clouds behind the peaks of the mountains. The wide open plains were enticing drawing Nirvana to them like you draw poison from a wound. Yet there was something even more intriguing standing right in front of her, a human. A boy, a man… whatever they call them. How they walked on two legs always fascinated the young femme, how did they do it without falling over? And they spoke to one another not by whinnying, but making other kind of sounds. How they survived was a mystery, their feet are so weak they need coverings. And they had little fur or hair or whatever they had, just a patch on their head. Some even had none; they needed coverings for all over their body to keep themselves warm.

Nirvana mused over this; Mother Nature must have stuffed up somewhere big time. Horses never questioned the ways of land and sky, no matter how sudden or cruel. We never asked why one of us didn’t make it across the river in the time of high water. We never asked why a foal was born still in the grass. Nature had her reasons. But humans, this was something Nirvana didn’t understand.

Nirvana’s nadars flared her eyes bright with curiosity, auds peeked atop her dome. Slanting forward at such an angle, the boy’s voice calmed her. For she could tell him tone, and only his tone, it was friendly, warm encouraging, it felt safe. Stretching out her nose to him she sniffed the ground right in front of him. Hastily she withdrew her head as he stopped talking and rustled around in his pockets.

When he opened his hand near her she jumped back a few steps. Her first impression was the claws of a tiger, about to turn on her heels and run. She hesitated, faltering a step. Her nose almost came in contact with the rock hard turf. Regathering her balance she turned back to the human, Nirvana was in the same position just about 3 steps further away from him now.

His gentle talking picked up again, causing Nirvana to steal another step closer to him. Watching the jade piece of food in his hand, her mind pondering, well she is rather hungry. The slaughterhouse did starve her for about 6days yet none of that mattered. Nirvana hardly cared what they had done to her, or so the femora liked to think. She only cared about what they did to her kin, but by killing her foal, they were hurting her. So she cares only immensely!

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