Username(s);; l'eau
Artist;; faentofheart
Mare name;; laika
Mare barn post;; xSlot one;; **edited, forgot this guy*
oliSlot two;; n/a
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Slot five;; n/a
Permission;; n/a
Mare name;; Inyene
Mare barn post;; xSlot one;; [side note: foals technically belong to my
little red pair, helium & and sherbet, and inyene acted as the surrogate]
Solsikke &
Skifte (rolled for twins!!)
Slot two;; n/a
Slot three;; n/a
Slot four;; n/a
Slot five;; n/a
Permission;; n/a
Blanket color;; something pretty and green, please <3
Additional info;; Laika is most likely the most reserved of the mares at her stable - she's aware of it, and it's never something that's bothered her before now, watching Inyene, arguably the most beautiful horse she'd ever seen, smile softly at her over their shared trough before turning away, silken mane swaying. Laika had never been bothered by most things, enough for her stablehands to remark over it when she, Laika, possibly the most steadfast, dependable, constant of her stablemates, shied away from Inyene when she was first led into their stall. Inyene, who she had watched, for years, now close enough to touch should she twist her neck and half-step sideways. Beautiful, young Inyene, who had been raised on a mother's love and a father's pride. Beautiful Inyene, who would never understand her plain, quiet, sad stablemate - would never truly get what it is to be completely, utterly alone, constantly in motion - because to stop, to slow is to admit defeat, to collapse into the quiet, grey place inside yourself, to show how not-ready you are to be loved in return.
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Laika was a racehorse; she ran - that was her job, her profession, her
purpose. To run.
Laika had been running, nothing out of the ordinary, when she had felt that awful tearing down the back of her hind leg, a soft ripping, a snap, and she was on her side, legs moving as if to run into oblivion, leaving her twisted mess of an ankle behind. A wave of darkness crashed over her head - all is dark - a light - she's suspended in a sling to take the weight off her leg, body frail from disuse - she's weak, standing there, all the world rendered in a haze of painkillers and pain, of beauty and her own self - all is quiet - she sleeps. Months later, after gruelling training, intensive therapy, and
pain, so much
pain, two humans shake hands and she's in a trailer, moving away from her life of racing and running, of long nights spent waiting for something, anything to happen to her. She sways, adjusting her weight away from her still-weakened hind leg, and resigns herself to the trailer, to just waiting in the semi-darkness with her thoughts and her past. A day or two more, and she is greeted with the blinding lights of a high summer sun. She is patted down, inspected, cleaned, before being clipped up to a new human and led away into the cool and relative quiet of a large stable. She is stalled alone, as always, and left there.
She was quiet, and sad, as most rescued animals tend to be, skittish and constantly, always, alone. She had spent her entire life waiting for something to happen, resting, pausing between the different chapters of her life with a kind of resigned silence. Laika had spent her entire life waiting for some grand event, her existence like the station before the train.
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Beautiful Inyene, what would she know? She who had never needed to be alone, she who could smile at her odd, sad stablemate and mean it. Maybe she knew nothing, but maybe she was willing to listen, and maybe that was what really mattered?
That she and Laika could just rest in companionable silence, and that would be okay. Maybe, after her years of waiting, and a couple months more, Inyene being led into her stall was something important. Maybe she could stop being alone, just for a while, and accept Inyene as all she was, someone who decided to grace her life with presence and beauty, accept her whole, quietly broken self and love her anyway. Laika had spent her entire life alone, but maybe, just maybe, it was okay for that to change.