Post by lingen37 on Feb 1, 2008 23:23:55 GMT -5
She's...
underestimated
underestimated
A t h e n a entered with a grim look on her façade, she had been wandering for eight seasons now, two years and she was tired, and just ready to keel over and die. Her soft liquid pools seemed dull and lifeless; however she trudged on with the courage and strength of a goddess; thus her name being none other than A t h e n a.
Her determination was a good reason she had been blessed with the title. Her sire originally wanted to call her Cxyth Sense. Why? She was not sure. Maybe he had heard it somewhere and decided that is first filly would use it; but her dam had overruled him. For the first week of her life she had not had a name, for the two had argued back and forth over two different names until they settled on A t h e n a, like the goddess from Greece.
A t h e n a’s family came from Ireland where they had run free, oh how great it was to be living in a place like that. Ireland was a place where the sun always shone and it was warm, peaceful, and quiet, and no snakes. There were many herds of horses, and her sire was just making his appearance. At the age of three he stole two lovely femmes from one of the largest herds; one of those femmes being her dam. He quickly bred with them and went on. After that he stole around fifteen more and claimed seven with the help of his lead mare; her dam. She was going to be the heiress to the throne. Her sire had found his favorite colt, who had come with a mare he had claimed a while back. The colt was a kind, genuine type of colt, him and A t h e n a were the best of friends, that was until the one horrible day.
The sun was shining and the herd was grazing happily up by the watering hole, suddenly a loud beeping sound erupted from nowhere and there was smoke in the sky. Trees from the woods only 200 feet away were falling and knocking each other down; that’s when a large yellow demon rose from behind them. A scream from her sire startled her, he was hardly ever scared. Why was he scared now? soon the herd erupted into a mad pounding of hooves. The horses were soon galloping...until they met the edge of a cliff, and then turned quickly, losing a baby off the edge...A t h e n a almost lost herself too, but somehow the laws of gravity didn't apply to her.
Bam! There was a loud pounding noise as one of the mares was struck in the shoulder with a round orb that appeared from nowhere. She was soon down on the ground. Bam! Bam! More shots. More horses down. Then the worst thing that could happen...bam.
Lying on the cold Earth’s crust lied a fiery red chestnut stallion; the one who was her sire. He had got struck. Soon there were men on horses with ropes, the rest of the herd had fled, but A t h e n a stayed, guarding her father. She lowered her small mug to get up but the men were approaching quickly. She pinned her twin audits and pawed the ground, hoping to scare the horses off. They halted, but where whipped by their riders, they spoke a language she had never heard, it scared her. Soon there was something around her neck, it was pulling her hard. Hind legs surged with power as she took off into a gallop; only she didn’t get too far. Suddenly she felt the thing around her neck restrict her from going on. Her thin bodice fell to the Earth from the sudden tug on the rope. Quickly A t h e n a scrambled up onto her thick limbs; sides of her barrel breathing rising heavily from her deep breath. She was now too tired to fight these men there was nothing more she could do but follow.
If she had found the emotion inside her, she would have cried, but she couldn't. Her eyes were moist, but there was no emotion, they just watched as she found herself being pulled farther away from her father, forever. She squeezed her soft liquid pools shut and followed not daring to look where they were taking her. And inside her head she was saying Goodbye father; I will never forget you and I will always love you… until the end of time.[/b]
The next few weeks were only a blur to A t h e n a; they had moved her into something that floated on the water and she spent the next few days there with other equines who she didn’t know, and didn’t bother to meet. Where ever she was going A t h e n a would then run; for she couldn’t stand these men who handled her. After they released them from the ship they were put into a small corral where more men were looking at them. A t h e n a would now have to wait for her chance. Slowly and steadily the equines that surrounded her were disappearing; and it was now her turn. Two men threw ropes around her and led her onto this platform that overlooked a lot of the two legged species. Now! Suddenly A t h e n a reared up startling the two men. Her petite flints flew towards their faces and they let go. A t h e n a took off, not knowing where she was going but it would be far away from here…
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Two toned hued femme danced through the tall grass, appendages pumping as though performing for an audience. The femme tossed her slender dial and gave a short, angered snort. She came to a stop and tossed her head again, soft liquids pools searching for something but not knowing what. A t h e n a was her name, and that matched her attitude perfectly. She opened her mug slightly and a small whinny slipped out. Her twin audits flickered back and forth, listening for the sound of movement. The weather was good, the wind was not strong, the sun was not too hot and the clouds were not too cloudy. In every sense, it was a perfect day. A t h e n a snorted and jumped forwards, startled slightly by a rustling noise from behind her. But it was only a bird. Angered by her stupidity, her eyes rolled back till the whites showed and she turned in a small circle. What had caused the birds to arise from the tree? Curiosity now stung in the femme’s orbs and she took steps towards the dense foliage area. Nasals flared taking in the scents of whatever lay behind the bush; nothing. Where was the fun these days?
A t h e n a continued deeper into the terrain; this time more lively for how could she ever act dull in such a new place. The feathering that lay upon her hocks were covered with crusted mud showing that she had traveled from a soggy area. Small dial was tucked in as her stride matched her view. She pranced with grace and then flung her dial; sending her tassel to play with the light wind that floated in the air. Small clouds of dust surrounded her tough flints but soon were left alone to fend for themselves for her flints barely stayed on the ground for more than a second. Oh how it seemed like she was just floating. Shires never seemed to be so graceful so it must have come from her Welch cob breeding. Small audits were thrust forward as she now longed to know where this vast land would end; or if it ever would. Atop a large hill A t h e n a came to an abrupt halt and let her large bodice face the wind. It was now a bit stronger up here and it dared to play with her tresses. Dial was thrown as the light femme ignored the playful wind. She was more interested in the new terrain that surrounded her.[/color][/sub]