Warning, don't read if you're squeamish.
It smells like blood, death, and fear.
There are humans everywhere, but not like my owner. My owner would feed me and groom me, and I loved her. She didn't smell like blood, unlike these humans. I wonder why she would give me to these strange people- maybe because when they picked me up they wore clean clothes and talked in a soothing tone, and she trusted them. Or maybe I did something wrong, and she doesn't love me anymore. I still love her.
The strange humans wear white, but the white is so heavily stained with dry blood it looks dark reddish-brown. They hit us when we're scared. My jaw bone hurts, because one human hit me with a shovel. Some horses died on the way over here, it was quite sad. On the way over to this strange place, I felt like I was going to die, because I was so hungry and thristy. I still am hungry and thirsty, but the pain from my jaw keeps my mind off of it. There are two foals behind me, and one has a lame leg. Another horse had a lame leg, so they dragged it to the front of the line. I wonder what happens when we get to the front of the line? I get to find out soon, because there is only one horse in front of me. I can't tell what's going on in the room where the other horses are being taken into, because there is a large steel door to block out the sound.
The grey mare in front of me is getting led into the room- do I dare sneak a peek at what lies ahead of me...? No- but yes, no! I must wait my turn. Not 10 minutes pass by, until the large steel door opens with a creak. It's my turn.
The strange men yank on my mane, and it hurts quite a bit. I nicker in pain, but they ignore me. When I step into the room, it's warm and damp. The smell of blood is over whelming- there's blood on the walls, and on the ground. There's a faint gurgling, so I look down. It's a drain, and a dark red liquid is draining into it. I bend my neck to watch it spiral down into the dark, and I feel the men release their hold on me. I'm in a cramped space, with walls on either side of me, leaving me just 2 inches of room to squirm around. I hear a metallic groan, and the men begin lowering a large metal device near my head. I yank my head back just as it rests on my skull, and it gives me a poorly aimed hit to the head. Blood rushes to my head, and they place it on my head again, this time hitting me near the back of my head. Oh, it hurts so much!
I must have done something wrong, they must be punishing me! Oh, and those foals- What did they do wrong? I feel the humans hands on my sides, and my thoughts instantly go to my owner. She would always put her hands on my sides and speak softly to her. I miss her. In midthought, the men push me over, and I land on my side, which makes a loud thud. I can feel them tie a rope on my left hind leg. I'm so disoriented- it's hard to concentrate. It's hard to see things, and know what's going on. I can feel a tugging on my left hind leg- I'm being hoisted up- I can see other horses hoisted up like me, but their eyes are blank, and blood is seeping out of cuts in their necks. I see the beautiful grey mare beside me- her neck is cut open too. She keeps making frantic gurgling noises, and feebly kicking her legs with the last bits of energry left in her. Then I feel sharp pain, starting from the bottom of my neck, up to the top. I trash around, opening my mouth in protest, but not a nicker, nor a whinny comes out. Only a soft gurgle of blood.
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I did a documentary on horse slaughter, and this story is thousands of horse's personal stories. What I've written is not fiction- its the truth. A horrible truth, yes, but the truth all the same. For hundreds of years, horses have served us bravely. They are soldiers, no? They lose their lives in battle too, they fight our wars. They carried us thousands of miles up the Oregan Trail, bringing settlers into the new world. And this is how we pay them respect? By brutally slaughtering them?
What really irks me, is on Bizarre Foods {tm to Discovery Channel} , Andrew Zimmerman was talking about how delicious and savory horse was, and how is was uncommon to find now, but he never mentioned why. Several factories were shut down when houses near a horse slaughter plant complained about blood coming out of their sinks and showers.
Yeah, so, I suppose this is vent art. I can't vent about it to my friends, because they're so immature that they say, "yeah, big deal", "hahaha, I support horse slaughter, hahahah" and stuff that stupid jerks would say. >_> {but I love 'em anyways}
Spent more time typing than drawing. XD
Mods, if you need me to remove this topic because of issues with it being too graphic, I'm a bit dissapointed since I spent a little over an hour tying this, but I won't argue.
Is this good enough to be intermediate? If so, mods, could this me moved to intermediate? Thank you. :3
It smells like blood, death, and fear.
There are humans everywhere, but not like my owner. My owner would feed me and groom me, and I loved her. She didn't smell like blood, unlike these humans. I wonder why she would give me to these strange people- maybe because when they picked me up they wore clean clothes and talked in a soothing tone, and she trusted them. Or maybe I did something wrong, and she doesn't love me anymore. I still love her.
The strange humans wear white, but the white is so heavily stained with dry blood it looks dark reddish-brown. They hit us when we're scared. My jaw bone hurts, because one human hit me with a shovel. Some horses died on the way over here, it was quite sad. On the way over to this strange place, I felt like I was going to die, because I was so hungry and thristy. I still am hungry and thirsty, but the pain from my jaw keeps my mind off of it. There are two foals behind me, and one has a lame leg. Another horse had a lame leg, so they dragged it to the front of the line. I wonder what happens when we get to the front of the line? I get to find out soon, because there is only one horse in front of me. I can't tell what's going on in the room where the other horses are being taken into, because there is a large steel door to block out the sound.
The grey mare in front of me is getting led into the room- do I dare sneak a peek at what lies ahead of me...? No- but yes, no! I must wait my turn. Not 10 minutes pass by, until the large steel door opens with a creak. It's my turn.
The strange men yank on my mane, and it hurts quite a bit. I nicker in pain, but they ignore me. When I step into the room, it's warm and damp. The smell of blood is over whelming- there's blood on the walls, and on the ground. There's a faint gurgling, so I look down. It's a drain, and a dark red liquid is draining into it. I bend my neck to watch it spiral down into the dark, and I feel the men release their hold on me. I'm in a cramped space, with walls on either side of me, leaving me just 2 inches of room to squirm around. I hear a metallic groan, and the men begin lowering a large metal device near my head. I yank my head back just as it rests on my skull, and it gives me a poorly aimed hit to the head. Blood rushes to my head, and they place it on my head again, this time hitting me near the back of my head. Oh, it hurts so much!
I must have done something wrong, they must be punishing me! Oh, and those foals- What did they do wrong? I feel the humans hands on my sides, and my thoughts instantly go to my owner. She would always put her hands on my sides and speak softly to her. I miss her. In midthought, the men push me over, and I land on my side, which makes a loud thud. I can feel them tie a rope on my left hind leg. I'm so disoriented- it's hard to concentrate. It's hard to see things, and know what's going on. I can feel a tugging on my left hind leg- I'm being hoisted up- I can see other horses hoisted up like me, but their eyes are blank, and blood is seeping out of cuts in their necks. I see the beautiful grey mare beside me- her neck is cut open too. She keeps making frantic gurgling noises, and feebly kicking her legs with the last bits of energry left in her. Then I feel sharp pain, starting from the bottom of my neck, up to the top. I trash around, opening my mouth in protest, but not a nicker, nor a whinny comes out. Only a soft gurgle of blood.
---
I did a documentary on horse slaughter, and this story is thousands of horse's personal stories. What I've written is not fiction- its the truth. A horrible truth, yes, but the truth all the same. For hundreds of years, horses have served us bravely. They are soldiers, no? They lose their lives in battle too, they fight our wars. They carried us thousands of miles up the Oregan Trail, bringing settlers into the new world. And this is how we pay them respect? By brutally slaughtering them?
What really irks me, is on Bizarre Foods {tm to Discovery Channel} , Andrew Zimmerman was talking about how delicious and savory horse was, and how is was uncommon to find now, but he never mentioned why. Several factories were shut down when houses near a horse slaughter plant complained about blood coming out of their sinks and showers.
Yeah, so, I suppose this is vent art. I can't vent about it to my friends, because they're so immature that they say, "yeah, big deal", "hahaha, I support horse slaughter, hahahah" and stuff that stupid jerks would say. >_> {but I love 'em anyways}
Spent more time typing than drawing. XD
Mods, if you need me to remove this topic because of issues with it being too graphic, I'm a bit dissapointed since I spent a little over an hour tying this, but I won't argue.
Is this good enough to be intermediate? If so, mods, could this me moved to intermediate? Thank you. :3
