by Starwindrider » Tue Jul 04, 2017 8:12 pm
Username: Starwindrider
Show name: Out of a Desert Dream
Barn name: Mirage
Gender: Mare
Age: 6
Halter color: Eye colour
Gem color: Blue
Story: Wish was the best Arabian the trader could ever hope for. Always obedient and calm, she was the "matriarch" of his Arabian group. She also took care of the younger Arabians during their long trips through the gruelling desert landscape. But how she came to him is an entirely new story.
It was a cool summer night in the desert, when the temperatures were considered warm on most summer standards. The trader was gathering his horses together for the night, lighting a fire and keeping an eye out for predators such as bobcats, jackals and dingoes that were known to only hunt at night. Such creatures might not bring down a whole horse, but they were sure to bring about enough injury to cause big problems. The trader sat watchfully beside the glowing embers, his Arabians standing and snoozing beside him.
Suddenly, a sharp whinny pierced the peaceful night air. The trader stood bolt upright, his hand moving to the dagger he kept trustfully at his side. This was not a predator, but a horse. But all his horses were accounted for! He took a lighted branch from the campfire and held it out peering into the dark. What he saw stunned him beyond words.
A group of three dingoes were leaping on a pearly white mare, digging red gouges into her flesh. Such treatment to equines, be it done by human or animal, angered the trader. With a sharp shout he raced towards the dingoes. With a well-practiced flick, he threw his dagger at one of them, hitting the bullseye. The dingo fell dead, the dagger protruding out of its side and blood pooling instantly around it. One of the other dingoes fled immediately, howling in terror. The last dingo seemed ready to fight, but seeing its companion gone, it raced away with its tail between its legs.
Retrieving his dagger from the dead dog, the trader moved slowly and gingerly towards the injured horse. It was lying on its side, eyes rolling in terror. The trader held his hand out to calm it. His own horses, upon hearing the din, woke up, and neighed to him. The trader cautiously brought the injured horse to his group and set about tending her wounds. Little did he know how much they would bond together after that...