Only a few years ago, I ended up in this place. I have a snowy white coat, and mane. My name is chance, but no one here calls me anything, unless its an insult. Im a mix between an arabian and a morgan. my looks attracted a lot of buyers, but my luck put me in the care of this monster. I was only a small colt, just a few months old. I remember arriving and immediately smelling manure, and rotten hay. As I was led out of the horse trailer, a small paddock sat at the perimeter of the ranch. It contained a few horses that stood hoof deep, in feces and muck. I nickered a greeting, but they were so weak, they could barley lift there heads. A man that wore a raincoat, and dirty boots, led me down a mucky gravel trail. isles of paddocks lined the path, underneath the gray sky. The horses looked so skinny, that I could barley notice that they were my own kind.
When the man had placed me in a pen, he muttered something to himself, and locked the gate behind him. I slowly lifted my hooves out of the muck and trudged on until I came snout to snout, with a big pile of dirt. Cautiously, I approched it and sniffed around its base. The mound smelt weird. Like I have smelt it before, like I have seen it before. I pawed at its base until my hoof hit something hard. I kept digging until I knew excatly what I was looking at, a dead horse.
The horse was so skinny and had rope burns all over its body. It had deep scars and was covered in muck. I remember how terrifeid I had been, I remember the soft patter of rain on a rusting hutch that I took refuge in.
But that was the past, nothing to be to worried about. By now I've gotten used to seeing dead horses and seeing your friends fall, one by one.
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Stained Red
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