Post by Misery Gale on Jul 20, 2005 12:26:30 GMT -4
They Dubber Her Misery Gale
They Bred Her Paint
They Formed Her Mare
They Shaded Her Tri Paint
They Aged Her 4
They Forged Her Heart In The Depths Of Hell
The painted demoness walked slowly around. Head held high, nostrils quivering. There were bloody scratches on her flanks, yet they looked nothing like that of another animal, for they weren't. Snorting the tri colored mare's tail lay flat against her rump, not moving. Her movement was slow, some might have thought her spirit was broken, but that was a mistake one had already made.
The little filly looked around, wide optics filled with wonder. Turning to her mother she stood up on long shaky legs. Grinning she slowly walked over and began to nurse. When she was finished she lay down and slept. For a year life went on much as it had that first day, but soon life changed. Shoved into a dark trailer the tri paint flicka was sent away. Stopping they roughly drug her out. Auds flickered trying to catch any sounds of home, but none were heard. Snorting with fear the small flicka nickered quietly with fear. Quiet you the man said as he smacked her hard. Backing away with fear the filly let out a shrill whinney. The man jerked her forwards and managed to shut her in a stall. The filly remained shut in there for 2 years. One day the evil creature took her out. Head held low the young mare followed slowly behind him. Loaded again into a trailer the mare was slightly nervous. Stepping off the ramp she saw other equines. Her dull form quivered with excitement and she let out a happy whinney, but none seemed to have enough energy to respond. Dreading the place now Misery backed up and tugged against the rope. A different man took her rope giving it a sharp tug and a chain around her muzzle dug into her skin. Sreaming with pain the paint mare reaed, another sharp jab brought her down. A year she spent in a tiny muddy paddock. The man came to feed her once a day, and every other day she was brought dirty water to drink. He thought he'd broken her spirit, he was wrong. Taking her out of the paddock she carried her head low. Dark orbs held smoldering anger towards life and men in general. Putting her into the corral he through a saddle on her back. Shooving a sharp bit in her mouth the man hopped on her back. At once Misery Gale's head shot up. Sreaming she bolted before he could even get his feet in the stirrups. Bucking and rearing Misery soon had him off. Panting in a corner she trembled with rage. Back turned the mare rested. Out of no where a sharp pain was felt on her thin flanks. She sreamed spinning she faced the man slashed her chest with the whip. It hurt and she reared high. Long delicate legs flung widely in the air. Hooves smashed into the man. Rearing again and again she came down on top of him. Herform covered with the man's blood she bolted. Bridle catching on the fence it ripped and fell off. The saddle had fallen off during her rears. Galloping wildly away Misery Gale didn't look back.
The painted demoness snorted, no one would ever treat her like that again, ever.
(I'm accepting all now since nobody ish here.... 
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