Post by JESS!CA on Aug 10, 2008 23:11:44 GMT
I’m on a sentimental journey..
I’m goin at it alone, now I’m on my own. She was always told she was worthless, a waste of time, space and air. So she left, satisfying the wants and needs of all those she once called family, those brutes she once trusted. She had long learnt her lesson, for she no longer placed faith in any other equine, they would only screw her up even more. Her mission to find a land to call her home had brought her here – a vacant plain of little hue. Thick clouds hovered in the sky like a blanket covering a rotting corpse. The sun could barely penetrate, and so the land was plunged into darkness. The lack of light didn’t particularly bother the mare, she wasn’t one of those bitches who basked in her own reflection, flaunting what she had at any hormonal stallion that happened to be in view. No, she barely had any self-respect, for she didn’t care about anyone, or anything. She’d been rejected by almost everyone she’d met, so why should she care?
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The mare’s flints came down onto the ground with no elegance, she didn’t have a particularly nice gait – however this was ironic to her, as she had always recalled that Tuesday’s child was full of grace, but no such grace did she see in the carcass on which her head was pinned. The scorched grass snapped underfoot as Cast lay her hooves into the ground, though this was a sound she wasn’t expecting to hear. She saw no sunlight, and felt no warmth, so why did the foliage here show such signs of harsh abuse by the merciless sun? She came with a head full of questions in need of an answer. She was tired of being alone, but she didn’t want company, a family or friends, just a place that she could reside. Her current residence held little prospect and she was tired of the same surroundings, she needed change, something to occupy her twisted mind. Gazing across the baron landscape, she caught the shape of silhouettes in the distance, stallions trying their luck with the mares that currently called this place ‘home’ until a suitable stallion came along to whisk them off their hooves, away to paradise where they could spend the rest of their days bantering with their friends in fields of gold. Bullshit. Fairy tales are for the weak. Stories of dreams come true and happy endings had fallen upon her ignorant ears too often, and now she completely disregarded the idea of such nonsense. She came here for one thing, and one thing only. A home. There was no going back now, as her trail had long been claimed by mother nature, covering her tracks so that not even she could escape from this harsh reality, the reality that was before her. She was open, up for auction. My allegiances lie with the highest bidder.
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