Pet's ID Tag: #71
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Name You'd Choose for It: Flyer
Gender: Gelding
Reason You Want It:This horse caught my eye in Rosalind's gallery with her latest revamp. I was so tickled to see it was a revamp, there-fore meaning I would be able to get this beautiful creature!
History/Background/Other:Flyer stood miserable, tightly tied to a post in the direct sunlight of the Afganastian sun. He ears flicked around, he could swear he heard the very sand crying out for relief. But the sun did not listen, it burned down un-relentlessly. While he was stuck here physically, his thoughts chased about. Being the horse of a terrorist was horrible, usually their life only lasting a month at tops, but being the misbehaving horse of terrorist was well, pure hell. He had often marveled at the fact that he had not been shot yet, because he despised his current owner and made it known.
One day he had found out, there were so few horses left within the greedy grasp of the terrorists that they could not afford to lose one. So they earnestly tried to break him. They burned his legs when he reared, they forced him to drag hundreds of pounds of rocks when he bolted, and the most recent, they tied him up with as little food and water as he was able to survive on and this had gone on for an entire week. He would never give in, not even if they had to scar his coat un-reconizable. Flyer clutched to the knowledge that he would one day be freed from these evil men.
Suddenly jerked from his thoughts as the men returned he was amazed at what he saw. It was a small, delicate two-leggered. A female, with pale blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair skin, much too pretty and pale to have come from anywhere close to the encampment. They ruffly dragged her along, and one released the hold he had on her mouth. She screamed at them, saying
"How dare you take me!" "You WILL pay for this!" "The Army and Air Force will hunt you down!". The leader turned, Flyer could by his stance that he was furious, yelled in her face, "SHUT UP!" and fired his gun. The girl screamed with pain as the bullet buried itself in her shoulder, but it was cut short by the swift punch delievered to her face. Flyer stomped his feet, he couldn't bear to watch this. Somehow, he knew he would get this two-leggered out of here. The girl was silent now, from fear or pain, Flyer knew not. They continued to drag her, but now she left a trail of blood. The salty, irony smell filled his nostrils and Flyer hated it.
Once the men reached a coffin like hole in the ground, they shoved the girl, now weak with pain, into it and laid a metal covering over it. The covering would be much too heavy for a young girl with one useless arm to lift on her own. Flyer knew what she would feel like in the three hours left till night, the sun would be burning down just as hot on her as himself.
Nightfall came, and Flyer was so grateful. As it grew darker, and darker still, he began to think of his plan. From his former outings, he knew the stations of "the enemy". These were the group that would take the girl and maybe himself. Once the night guards walked past him, he reared, kicked, and sliced at the rope with his teeth as silently and swiftly as possible. It soon enough snapped, nothing could take that much battery and not give in. He was free! Galloping, Flyer made his way over to the hole and kicked off the metal covering.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.Yes I do.
Going to finish soon!