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Post by Badger on Jul 26, 2010 21:01:40 GMT -5
The wretched humans put me in a small metal thing. I heard the things they called cars start and I snorted. After awhile, they took me out of the thing. As they grabbed me and attempted to pull me out, I pulled and struggled, trying to break away from their grip and run free once again. But I looked around. No sign of the men with whips. I reared as I panicked, wondering where they had taken me this time. They had taken me to so many horrible places, it made me scared. I hoped this place would be better than those. The people remained latched on in their iron grip as they lead me away and I attempted to pull away from them. I whinnied in fright as we neared a barn. Barns were never good. They put you in cramped boxes filled with 'fake grass'. Then they try to get on your back after they put all this heavy stuff on you while they tell you what to do and where to go, and how fast to go there. They used whips to, and if you did something wrong or something they didnt like, you would be punished. Its horrible. The people finally lead me into one of the cramped boxes. I struggled and tryed to remain on the outside, but the amount of humans pushing on my behind overpowered my attempts. They quickly shut the door and they all left. I felt scared, what would happen to me here? I backed away into the corner of the box thing and just stood there, fearful. Lighting Sky Lightning Black mare Estimated to be 3 years of age Mustang Still wild, and was abused. She distrusts humans and is very afraid of them.
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Post by Phantom on Jul 28, 2010 23:23:36 GMT -5
You don't need another horse! That was what Kyle remebered his cousin telling him when the day began. He had recently bought a stallion, but the stallion sort of up and ran off to heaven knows where, so horse hunting was a good option on his agenda. His dear cousin couldn't get upset by him going to a rescue center right? Right, he shouldn't but who knew. He was going to find a horse. Rescue centers were good, they had interesting animals there. He arrived just in time to see people putting a black mare into a stall. He hurried over to the stall and watched as the horse cowered in the corner. No thinking was required "Horse, you are coming home with me!" Crazy it may sound yes, but he had a bit of a horse problem. He liked horses, particulary mustangs nowadays, though many of the horses had did not get along with is beloved, drama queen mare. [/color][/blockquote]
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Post by Badger on Jul 28, 2010 23:32:31 GMT -5
BeforeI even got the chance to have sometime alone to think of a way out before the poeple could beat me, another came along and stared straight at me. I tried to back away further, but my whole body already touched the back wall of the box and my head pressed up against the corner. I snorted, telling him to go away, my eyes wide with fear in them.
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Post by Phantom on Jul 28, 2010 23:44:53 GMT -5
Oh no this certaintly wouldn't do. "Hey don't you snort at me" He spoke to the horse but not in a mean tone. He snorted to the horse. He usually did that to his other horse, and the dumbfounded look on her face was priceless. But clearly this wasn't going to work with this horse. Taking this little beast out of this pen could result in a broken bone or something like that, [/blockquote]
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Post by Badger on Jul 28, 2010 23:53:02 GMT -5
Every so often I would glance at him, then back to my corner. I buried my head In that corner, fearful. At least if he were to come in here I wouldnt see anything coming. I supposed it would be better than way, but then the shock of the whip beating hard on my flesh would double, maybe even triple. I didn't know what this boy was up to or what he would do to me, but for now I didn't want to know. I buried my head back in the corner.
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Post by Phantom on Jul 29, 2010 20:28:01 GMT -5
He watched the mare for a moment. The fear was just radiating off the beast. He noticed that the mare retreated back to the corner. Since the equine was a mustang, he wouldn't be surprised if she came straight out of the wild and into a rescue center. How could it be rescuing when you take a horse out of the wild? Evidently you could not take the wild out of the horse. [/blockquote]
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Post by Badger on Jul 29, 2010 20:33:46 GMT -5
After a while of my head being buried in the corner and much silence, I glanced over my shoulder to check to see if the boy was still there. He was, and I retreated back into my corner. Why was it taking him so long? Couldnt he just get it over with instead of making me stand here cowering in fear?
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Post by Phantom on Jul 29, 2010 20:58:54 GMT -5
This was going to take forever if he didn't just go into the stall. After a few seconds of contemplating, he opened the stall door and walked into the pen and got a closer inspection of the mare but of course didn't approach her. Her wasn't that crazy. [/blockquote]
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Post by Badger on Jul 29, 2010 21:16:38 GMT -5
As I finally hear the boy come in the stall, I kept a close watch on him, my muscles tensing. As he steped inside the box and closer to me, I reared and bucked, threatning him and telling him to get lost. I didn't want him anywhere near me. Life would have been much better without interference from the humans. I'd still be with my sister and I wouldn't have so many scars all over my black pelt. My eyes grew big in fear again, recounting the memory of when I was caught and taken away from my mother and sister, and then back to the places of pain and sorrow, filled with beatings, whips, and punishments. I reared again in fright, thinking of all the ways this boy could hurt me. I came down, breathing hard with wide fearful eyes, frozen in a stare at the boy. I closely watched each thing he did.
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Post by Phantom on Jul 29, 2010 21:31:41 GMT -5
He wasn't afraid of the horse as she reared. He had dealt with wild horses before, and even the meanest of broncs. So it wasn't surprising that he wasn't intimidated by the horse's actions or motives. He just stood there and watched her. [/color][/blockquote]
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Post by Badger on Jul 29, 2010 21:35:40 GMT -5
Only after a few seconds of staring the my skidish side kicked in. I jumped, and turned away from him. My muscles tensed back up again in fear. My body language wasn't enough to drive him away, nor was talking or by force. How would I get him away before he did anything bad.
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Post by Phantom on Jul 29, 2010 21:43:45 GMT -5
The thought that crossed his mind was how was he going to get this horse home? He was sure she'd try to release the beast on him if he even attempted to touch her. How complicated. Then he realized that it would be much simpler for him to find one of the people at the center to help load the mare. Much easier. He soon exited the stall, and moments later, he found people to help him with the mare. Better if they kicked them him, of course he wouldn't mind getting kicked, although he didn't quite feel like getting kicked. [/blockquote]
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Post by Badger on Jul 29, 2010 23:21:48 GMT -5
As he walked away, I sighed with releif and began to relax. At least for now he was gone. But soon, he returned with yet another person. The person from the shelter followed the boy into my stall, rope in hand. She directed the boy to go on one side to block me while she went on the other. My body now tensed up again, seeing a rope I reared and attemped to move away but there was no escape, both people were blocking her in. The shelter worker threw the rope at me multilple times, and it finally went around my neck. As I felt the rope coil around me, I paniced, bucking and rearing like crazy, frightned whinnies escaping my mouth. The shelter worker asked the boy to help pull me out.
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Post by Phantom on Jul 30, 2010 21:20:44 GMT -5
He was silently grateful that he had help to get the skittish mare out of the stall. He soon helped the worker to pull the horse out of the stall. Now all he would have to do is get the beast in his stock trailer than of course he could manage it from there. He wouldn't mind get kicked and trampled elsewhere [/color]
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Post by Badger on Jul 30, 2010 21:57:50 GMT -5
Though there was a rope around my neck, I could still try to pull away from the humans grip and run free once again. So I bolted out of the door and continuously bucked and reared, attempting to get away from the people. I hoped it would work, otherwise I would so be punished for it.
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