Post by Mad Nysa on Jul 10, 2012 19:21:36 GMT -5
A single form could be distinguished from the rolling waves in Spiagga Del Nord. It wasn't uncommon for horses to be on the shore, most survivors washed up here. Beads of water slipped off his pelt to join the ocean once again. His mane and tail were plastered to his body. Brown eyes closed, the result of exhaustion and defeat. The water turned red from a cut on his front leg. Only the rise and fall of a muscled chest let anyone know he was alive.
Stuart fluttered his eyes, water shining from his eyelashes. A single groan came from his maw as he lifted his head up. Land? Was he home? He knew it was too good to be true. Another groan escaped as he rolled onto his belly, legs tucked under. Where was he? Where is everyone? A look of panic came over Stuart. Was he...Abandoned? Flash backs of his early life blocked his vision.
A young colt trembled on a cold winter's night. Christmas in fact, but this wasn't a happy day for the youngster. Skin and bones were all that was left of him, and his mother, close by his side. His owners couldn't afford to take care of them, so they left them to rot. The young colt gazed transfixed to the warm glow of the house as his mother collapsed to the ground. He urged her to get up. To not leave him here. All his mother did was give him a warm smile with her once beautiful brown eyes before the light flickered out. Tear's pouring from his eyes, determined to live for his mother, but it was too much for the colt. He collapsed just like his mother, face plunged into the frozen ground. He struggled to keep his eyes open, but it was too much. Relief awaited him. Just as his eyes started to close he saw a heavenly figure approach him, tears in the figure's eyes. Why was she crying? She put his head into her lap, and all the colt saw before he shut his eyes was the woman's face. The one that saved him.
Stuart gasped,shivering uncontrollably. Was he going to be like that again? Abandoned again? He should be being groomed at this time. Loved at this time. No, he will not fall again. Not again. Never again. He struggled up, blood running down his leg. He struggled up the beach, a blood trail behind him. He slowly fell onto the soft sand. Well, it's a start. Yet, he felt he was doing something wrong. He was so used to depending on humans, despite his past. If any horses resided here, he would be the outcast with his trimmed mane and tail, his healthy coat and his shoes. No horse would have that here. He didn't want to be the outcast. He wanted to be the one that fit in, the one that belonged. Yet Stuart would have to learn how to depend on himself. To not be the outcast.
Occ: I didn't put much detail into his looks because I fail and I can't remember if he's a black or a seal brown. I also can't remember if he has any markings. I just rode him a week ago. I fail. Well, I just thought since I love him so much and I can't wait a week to hopefully ride him, I would make a post, so anyone can join if they feel like it. It's fine if anyone doesn't, it's just to hold my muse of him. This is one of my bigger posts, and I'm happy with it. /\./\
Stuart fluttered his eyes, water shining from his eyelashes. A single groan came from his maw as he lifted his head up. Land? Was he home? He knew it was too good to be true. Another groan escaped as he rolled onto his belly, legs tucked under. Where was he? Where is everyone? A look of panic came over Stuart. Was he...Abandoned? Flash backs of his early life blocked his vision.
A young colt trembled on a cold winter's night. Christmas in fact, but this wasn't a happy day for the youngster. Skin and bones were all that was left of him, and his mother, close by his side. His owners couldn't afford to take care of them, so they left them to rot. The young colt gazed transfixed to the warm glow of the house as his mother collapsed to the ground. He urged her to get up. To not leave him here. All his mother did was give him a warm smile with her once beautiful brown eyes before the light flickered out. Tear's pouring from his eyes, determined to live for his mother, but it was too much for the colt. He collapsed just like his mother, face plunged into the frozen ground. He struggled to keep his eyes open, but it was too much. Relief awaited him. Just as his eyes started to close he saw a heavenly figure approach him, tears in the figure's eyes. Why was she crying? She put his head into her lap, and all the colt saw before he shut his eyes was the woman's face. The one that saved him.
Stuart gasped,shivering uncontrollably. Was he going to be like that again? Abandoned again? He should be being groomed at this time. Loved at this time. No, he will not fall again. Not again. Never again. He struggled up, blood running down his leg. He struggled up the beach, a blood trail behind him. He slowly fell onto the soft sand. Well, it's a start. Yet, he felt he was doing something wrong. He was so used to depending on humans, despite his past. If any horses resided here, he would be the outcast with his trimmed mane and tail, his healthy coat and his shoes. No horse would have that here. He didn't want to be the outcast. He wanted to be the one that fit in, the one that belonged. Yet Stuart would have to learn how to depend on himself. To not be the outcast.
Occ: I didn't put much detail into his looks because I fail and I can't remember if he's a black or a seal brown. I also can't remember if he has any markings. I just rode him a week ago. I fail. Well, I just thought since I love him so much and I can't wait a week to hopefully ride him, I would make a post, so anyone can join if they feel like it. It's fine if anyone doesn't, it's just to hold my muse of him. This is one of my bigger posts, and I'm happy with it. /\./\
Mystery!!!Rwar<3