A gaping wound dripped a dark red liquid. Sweat poured off the mares swollen belly. Stumbling forward she continued into blindness. The clouded sky hid the moon's rays from guiding her. Bits of foliage stuck to her coat. All sense of direction was lost and she continued into vast valleys beyond. For what seemed like hours she plodded, becoming more and more lost. Her sides heaved and her slender legs were caked with a mixture of blood and mud. A distant howl made her body shake. Her pace quickened.
The sun soon began to rise and she could make out the outlines of her surroundings. The soft grass rippled from small gusts of wind. A small plain spread before her before ascending upwards into a mass of mountains. Jagged rocks protruded from their sides. The mare headed in the direction of the mountains. A familiar smell floated past her and she stopped to savor the essence of it. She lifted her head to see a lone stallion standing aloft the cliff side. His head was small and body disproportionate. His hair was matted and ribs were prominent. The stallions whole conformation was in contrast to hers. Her sleek thoroughbred figure looked out of place in this rugged country.
The horse lifted its head in sight of her. Interest flicked through his eyes. In the lift of hoof he made his way towards the mare. Uncertainty was reflected by her body language. His neck was arched but his unattractive features discarded any attempt at showing off. Both horses touched noses in greeting and a look of acceptance passed between both of them. The stallion almost seemed grateful for the company.
A moment passed and the stallion started off at a walk, looking behind him expecting the mare to follow. Cautiously she went along unsure of where they were headed. The pace was slow but it wasn't long before they reached a small waterhole. A few trees stretched out beside it giving the area shade. The mare made a joyous sound and trotted excitedly to quench her thirst. Water clung to her whiskers as she drank her fill. A sense of fulfillment crossed over her.
The stallion stood beneath the trees patiently waiting for her. He knew he had gained her trust.
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The Horse That Could Never Be Trained
FantasyNarrowly missing being stolen, a famous racehorse escapes into the wild, but it proves to be difficult as she gives birth to a son. Her foal, a Colt, faster than anything but more wild than ever imagined possible is captured! Will he stay the Horse...
