Post by Char! on May 7, 2009 15:29:18 GMT -5
M ehina
Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today
The femora’s large hooves crashed through the ice with a loud, crisp crash as she galloped through the snow filled thicket. Her hide was soaked to the bone with perspiration as she moved quickly. Her hide portrayed a very deep ebony that stood out on her heavy set frame. As the stream she had previously been moving through ended with an abrupt gorge, the femora leapt with brawny muscles onto sturdy ground. The ground felt no different in the depths of early autumn than it did in the midst of the winter season.
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
She heard a weakling cry out in pain as the young bird was likely taken and killed by another wild creature that roamed the forest. The femora paused in her journey to listen to the sounds of the wilderness, to watch the movement flow together. The ebony mare breathed in the icy air around her as a chill filled her flaming nostrils. Her gray hued orbs scanned the plains, but all that appeared in her sight was filled with an open emptiness that only the presence of snow filled.
You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
The femora felt her eyes mist over as she remembered the lonely call of the young equine members of her previous herd being beaten and mistreated sometimes to the point of no life. She remembered the days of her past well; though this was something she wished she could forget.
The cry of the adolescent rang in the ears of Mahina, the leading mare. Her treacherous leading stallion, that also held the position of her mate, was force breeding a young mare and he piercing cries were only ones that could represent pain. The stallion was terrorizing the mare with her abusive breeding that could only lead to one thing, a likely pregnant mare. The femora was lucky he did not treat her this harsh when they bred.
The mare turned as the stallion met her gaze. She disliked this stag with a feeling no one could feel, but this was only felt for his abusive ways. She turned quickly to watch the young mare fall onto her knees and cry out again in distress. How horrible. A thought flooded Mahina’s mind; she could leave these foul actions. She did not need to stand and watch them. And that is exactly what the muscular femora did.
The mare had arrived in the land of shires and draft equines and she fit in this stereotype with ease. Despite her soft soul and weak mind, when it came to an argument for land and power, the muscular femora could project a vile kick to the shoulder of the enemy.
______________________
This is a post for my horse RPG, The Secret with my newest horse, Mehina. Lemme know what you think of meh skillzzz and if Mehina seems like a cool chick. [:
