Post by candybunny on Jul 28, 2011 5:34:17 GMT -5
Fog, Ship's Bane found herself in strange new surroundings, something she was not exactly pleased about. She was accustomed to being fed, not having to find her own food. She had spent the last couple of days wandering and grazing when she could. She got further and further away from civilization, not that a horse would call it that.
She had recently foaled, or rather, lost the foal she had been carrying for nearly a year. It seemed like an age ago that she had a brief encounter with a stallion on the farm, totally not planned by the humans, but that had made it even more exciting. The foal was the result of their brief encounter. She had been thrilled and nurtured the life that grew inside her.
But then there was the fire. It hadn't rained in awhile. It spread quickly and nearly caught her. She still remembered the orange tongues licking at her hooves, and searing the back of her legs. And the horrible roaring! Fire certainly was a hungry creature. Just this once, Ship fled like her life depended on it, because well, it did.
Ship had come to dislike the experience of running thanks to the humans who tried to train her to run. Generally this involved the use of a whip, something that stung her hide, but that never motivated her. Ship did not think that running was something that should be trained into you, and never wanted to perform for the humans, although normally she was eager to please them. They were good for pats and treats, but not much more than that. She never liked the feel of a saddle on her back, let alone a human.
Her escape from the fire had been a difficult trip, because she was so heavy with foal. She finally reached what she determined a safe distance and tried to catch her breath.
And then the blinding pain began. She had gone into labor, but it was too soon. The foal didn't have a chance.
It turned out to be a black colt. Gazing at his still body was a heart wrenching thing, especially after all the effort Ship had made to save him. She lingered there for hours, but knew that this would do her no good. When she heard wolves howling, she knew she had to abandon him. Reluctantly she turned tail and ran again.
Despite herself, Ship was beginning to enjoy running again, now that it was on her own terms. Another wolf howl, this time much closer to her, caused her to slide to a halt. She stood stock still, and listened with quivering ears. She saw a flash of movement and leaped away. She whirled and was ready to fight, only to realize she had been scared by a white rabbit.
Snorting at herself, she tossed her mane a bit, feeling silly. The rabbit stood up on its hind legs, peering at her.
She stomped the ground with her front hoof. She didn't really want the wolves to find it. The rabbit scampered away from the noise into a nearby burrow. In hindsight, Ship contemplated her actions. Yes she had been kind to the bunny, but wouldn't it have been more prudent to leave it alone? Better the rabbit than her, right?
The wolves howled again, but now they seemed further away, and Ship continued on at a leisurely pace. She didn't really know where she was going, though her meandering seemed to have brought her to a meadow. A shallow pool of water was nearby, and she headed toward it, keeping a gray ear cocked for any sounds.
She had recently foaled, or rather, lost the foal she had been carrying for nearly a year. It seemed like an age ago that she had a brief encounter with a stallion on the farm, totally not planned by the humans, but that had made it even more exciting. The foal was the result of their brief encounter. She had been thrilled and nurtured the life that grew inside her.
But then there was the fire. It hadn't rained in awhile. It spread quickly and nearly caught her. She still remembered the orange tongues licking at her hooves, and searing the back of her legs. And the horrible roaring! Fire certainly was a hungry creature. Just this once, Ship fled like her life depended on it, because well, it did.
Ship had come to dislike the experience of running thanks to the humans who tried to train her to run. Generally this involved the use of a whip, something that stung her hide, but that never motivated her. Ship did not think that running was something that should be trained into you, and never wanted to perform for the humans, although normally she was eager to please them. They were good for pats and treats, but not much more than that. She never liked the feel of a saddle on her back, let alone a human.
Her escape from the fire had been a difficult trip, because she was so heavy with foal. She finally reached what she determined a safe distance and tried to catch her breath.
And then the blinding pain began. She had gone into labor, but it was too soon. The foal didn't have a chance.
It turned out to be a black colt. Gazing at his still body was a heart wrenching thing, especially after all the effort Ship had made to save him. She lingered there for hours, but knew that this would do her no good. When she heard wolves howling, she knew she had to abandon him. Reluctantly she turned tail and ran again.
Despite herself, Ship was beginning to enjoy running again, now that it was on her own terms. Another wolf howl, this time much closer to her, caused her to slide to a halt. She stood stock still, and listened with quivering ears. She saw a flash of movement and leaped away. She whirled and was ready to fight, only to realize she had been scared by a white rabbit.
Snorting at herself, she tossed her mane a bit, feeling silly. The rabbit stood up on its hind legs, peering at her.
She stomped the ground with her front hoof. She didn't really want the wolves to find it. The rabbit scampered away from the noise into a nearby burrow. In hindsight, Ship contemplated her actions. Yes she had been kind to the bunny, but wouldn't it have been more prudent to leave it alone? Better the rabbit than her, right?
The wolves howled again, but now they seemed further away, and Ship continued on at a leisurely pace. She didn't really know where she was going, though her meandering seemed to have brought her to a meadow. A shallow pool of water was nearby, and she headed toward it, keeping a gray ear cocked for any sounds.
