[Dia.]

Amber Champagne Mare
Aa Ee Chch

How to Adopt Write a short story (less than 500 words) about her first experience with a human.
End Date January 1

Owner: Grapejuice
Name: Theia [thay-ee-uh]
Gender: Mare
Age: Four
Height: 13.1 hh
Color: Amber Champagne
Sire: Foundation
Dam: Foundation

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Height: 13.1 hh

[MechanicalHoundz]

Tasha walked around , starving , she hadn't found food in days. Then something hit her " I GOT 'ER! "
Yelled a girl dressed in a lab coat. Tasha ran as fast as she could , but yet she got tired. " I'm far enough , ill just rest here " she thought. She lied down and fell asleep. She woke up in a moving large metal crate . " hi girl " said a voice , Tasha spun around to face a girl with dirty blonde hair. " carrot ? " the girl held out a carrot. Tasha slowly took a bite , and then she looked in to the girls eyes and realised, she could trust her .

BOOM! End

( I was the girl )

[Kamiral]

Owner: kamiral
Name: persephone
Gender: Mare
Age: 3
Height: 13.1 hh

I was only a foal when i first met humans. They took mr from my mother and hit me, they whipped my rump to get me to do as they wanted. Of course i relented. They stuck on a rope that wi ded acctoss my muzzle with a harsh buckle that banged against my teeth painfully. Tge older horses looked at me pitifully as i tossed and strained against the humans tactics. I grew up still being hit and the ropes had caused burns on my face and occassionally drew blood. I always wondered why the other horses did not get maimed like i did. Those horses just did as they were told out of fear. That was my guess. One day i was brought out of my stall that had dry wheat, little water and my crusted blood on the edges where i layed my head
Into the paddock where a little girl was sitting in some kind of metal chair. I heard the men yelling to her that "are you sure you want to pat this one? She is fiesty" she nodded and squeled. I had hated the men that hurt me but this little girl looked sp helpless as her limp legs hung beneath her in the chair. As i got closer i softened a little as she giggled. I flinched as she brought her hand in contact eith my muzzle. Shr smiled at me and nodded as she petted my nose softly. The men had sackened there grip on my rope and i blinked at her in thanks. Then i ran. I broke through the fence and i ran.

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[grapejuice]

Owner: Grapejuice
Name: Theia [thay-ee-uh]
Gender: Mare
Age: Four
Height: 13.1 hh

As it would be with any wild creature, coming into contact with a human for the first time was quite frightening. Theia was only a yearling at the time, old enough not to need her mother, but young enough to be dependent upon a herd. It was a warm spring day, and like many rambunctious young animals, she was eager to frolic and stretch her legs. So off she went, streaking through the field, her coppery coat glistening in the sunlight, kicking up her heels and having the time of her life. She felt so free, so lively, and then she heard them. The whoops and calls of men on horseback, spurring their steeds on after the odd-looking equine. Never had she seen such peculiar beings, and her instincts told her to run. So she did, or, at least she tried. A yearling vs. experienced riders on older horses isn't exactly a race that tips in her favor, and she was caught with ease. The rope fell around her neck like a noose, and grew taut as she put pressure on it. Reluctantly did she stop, ears flat to her skull in annoyance, before she was lead away.
Later that day she was brought into a round, wooden pen, where one of her captors came face-to-face with the wild girl. She was fearful and untrusting, not daring to make a single move towards the awkward being who took away her freedom. But they stayed, knelt before her, arm extended, gentle eyes locked onto her own. And for a moment she felt safe, oddly enough. And for that brief moment, she dared to step towards them, and extend her muzzle. When the hand came into contact, she flinched, only to realize it was doing her no harm, merely scratching her, much like when she was being groomed by her mother. Since then, Theia has lived contently amongst humans, though she's not one for being ridden, she makes a great barn-mate for their riding equines, and a perfect "pet" [if you'd prefer the term] overall.

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[Dia.]

Owner: Grapejuice
Name: Theia [thay-ee-uh]
Gender: Mare
Age: Four
Height: 13.1 hh

As it would be with any wild creature, coming into contact with a human for the first time was quite frightening. Theia was only a yearling at the time, old enough not to need her mother, but young enough to be dependent upon a herd. It was a warm spring day, and like many rambunctious young animals, she was eager to frolic and stretch her legs. So off she went, streaking through the field, her coppery coat glistening in the sunlight, kicking up her heels and having the time of her life. She felt so free, so lively, and then she heard them. The whoops and calls of men on horseback, spurring their steeds on after the odd-looking equine. Never had she seen such peculiar beings, and her instincts told her to run. So she did, or, at least she tried. A yearling vs. experienced riders on older horses isn't exactly a race that tips in her favor, and she was caught with ease. The rope fell around her neck like a noose, and grew taut as she put pressure on it. Reluctantly did she stop, ears flat to her skull in annoyance, before she was lead away.
Later that day she was brought into a round, wooden pen, where one of her captors came face-to-face with the wild girl. She was fearful and untrusting, not daring to make a single move towards the awkward being who took away her freedom. But they stayed, knelt before her, arm extended, gentle eyes locked onto her own. And for a moment she felt safe, oddly enough. And for that brief moment, she dared to step towards them, and extend her muzzle. When the hand came into contact, she flinched, only to realize it was doing her no harm, merely scratching her, much like when she was being groomed by her mother. Since then, Theia has lived contently amongst humans, though she's not one for being ridden, she makes a great barn-mate for their riding equines, and a perfect "pet" [if you'd prefer the term] overall.

{343 words}

She's yours!