Post by Hazel on Feb 17, 2006 11:14:09 GMT -5
My curse is Sweet Revenge, a mustang mare, I came here not long ago, searching for a home. Im not sure why, maybe its because ive never known a family exept the humans that raised me, or never felt the grasses benith my feet. Maybe i want to belong, to become what i was supposed to be. Wild. Wild and free. As free as the wind itself. I want to be a horse.
The humans tried to tame me, stealing me from my wild mother and forcing me to wear and bit between my teeth, the cold, steel metal piercing my toungue and gums. The saddle over my back, hard leather, cutting into my skin as i walked, the straps wearing away at my hide. They hit me, they hurt, me, the scars across my flanks tell the story all too well. It angered me,if anly they had treated me with respect, maybe i would still be there, tame and working only for thier good.
In a way, i am glad that thay were cruel, i have escaped, i can become wild again, if i can remember how. I wish only to find my true herd, my mother and father, but they are long dead. Shot, killed by my 'masters' and thier dogs.
Anyway, enough about the pain of my past, the cruelty is over, i hope. Death has parted, and will only return when it is my time to leave. I am a 16 hh mare, as i told you, my calling is Sweet Revenge. I hate my name, i prefer to be called 'Revvy', as some of my friends used to call me. My skin is of a deep, crimson hue, a deep, blood coloured pelt. My frame is stocky and long limbed. I am strong for a mare, and for my age, for i am only 4 years old. My mane and tail are of the deepest blacks, howvering like a shadow over my pelt. I am a mysterious being, i am secrative, but my itentions are good, most of the time.
As my dubbence implies, i like to take revenge over those who have harmed me, my mother named me 'Sweet' after my nature, but 'Revenge' because of a small insident with another foal, an older colt, who tried to steal my patch of grass. Stupid, yes, but it happened, he didnt come near me after that. I hold a grudge over the humans too, even though i got my own back on several ocasions, kicking them, biting, refusing to move whilst they sat upon my back, as if i was a slave.
The humans tried to tame me, stealing me from my wild mother and forcing me to wear and bit between my teeth, the cold, steel metal piercing my toungue and gums. The saddle over my back, hard leather, cutting into my skin as i walked, the straps wearing away at my hide. They hit me, they hurt, me, the scars across my flanks tell the story all too well. It angered me,if anly they had treated me with respect, maybe i would still be there, tame and working only for thier good.
In a way, i am glad that thay were cruel, i have escaped, i can become wild again, if i can remember how. I wish only to find my true herd, my mother and father, but they are long dead. Shot, killed by my 'masters' and thier dogs.
Anyway, enough about the pain of my past, the cruelty is over, i hope. Death has parted, and will only return when it is my time to leave. I am a 16 hh mare, as i told you, my calling is Sweet Revenge. I hate my name, i prefer to be called 'Revvy', as some of my friends used to call me. My skin is of a deep, crimson hue, a deep, blood coloured pelt. My frame is stocky and long limbed. I am strong for a mare, and for my age, for i am only 4 years old. My mane and tail are of the deepest blacks, howvering like a shadow over my pelt. I am a mysterious being, i am secrative, but my itentions are good, most of the time.
As my dubbence implies, i like to take revenge over those who have harmed me, my mother named me 'Sweet' after my nature, but 'Revenge' because of a small insident with another foal, an older colt, who tried to steal my patch of grass. Stupid, yes, but it happened, he didnt come near me after that. I hold a grudge over the humans too, even though i got my own back on several ocasions, kicking them, biting, refusing to move whilst they sat upon my back, as if i was a slave.
