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Astéri Ílios Fengári wrote:『』
╭Hey there! Im Southern Sweet Thang, but you can call me Belle! Im not that friendly, but I might be able to tell you a few of my tales! I know I have plenty of those! Where to start... Well, maybe at my childhood!
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I grew up on a lonely farm way down south, in Alabama. My owners where an elderly couple who quite enjoyed riding. Even at 70 they took nice rides along the road. They would feed me the best they could. I had to learn that they couldn't do everything, so sometimes I had to get stuff for myself. I even learned to turn the faucet on and off to fill the water trough! Some of my best times where playing with my friend Ria! We would play around our pasture without a care in the world. We could run for hours! Oh the joy of it all. When the woman would come to feed us and stroke us, she would let us play around. We could eat when we wanted because she set our food outside! We where rarely in the stalls. My mother always watched us though. She was the woman's favorite. Every time we would go riding, she would pick my mother. I would go with their son or daughter. Both loved me, but where terrified when they got onto my back. They would scare me more than I scared them! They where nice though. Every once in a while the woman would ride me, but not as often as my mother. But the trouble really started when me and Ria discovered that we could go into the other stalls and get to their food when they weren't there. So the elderly couple would put food in the stalls then go riding. We would eat all the food, then wash our muzzles off in the water trough. When the couple came back, they blamed it on their Shepherd, Bevil. You should have seen them! And then they would fill all the buckets back up and we would dig in!
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That's the end of my childhood. Well not exactly. Long story short my mother was killed in a freak accident and now im left in the pasture. Looking back, I was about a year old. I shouldn't take up too much time, lets get back to the story!
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When I heard what happened to mother, I cried. I bucked and cried and ran for hours. I refused to eat, and I stood at the very back of the pasture. It wasn't right, it just wasn't! The couple had left mother and Ria in the back pasture after riding them. They accidentally left them there overnight, and a cougar attacked them. Ria was fine, she sported several deep scars though. But mother, she was completely gone. When the couple finally got to her, she was already dead. They buried her under her stall, and closed that stall forever.
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Well after that, I think... here lemme just tell you in the story plot...
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A few days after my mothers death, a truck pulling a fancy trailer rumbled up the dirt road leading to the house. He stopped near the edge of the field and stared directly at me. I got a chill and took off. After years, I had bent the fence slowly. I galloped around the field several times before sporting a glare at the truck. I easily sailed over the bent fence, and landed softly on the other side. The truck's driver widened his eyes and started to turn around. He was after me. I let out a loud cry and dashed down the path. I passed him while he was trying to get his truck and trailer turned around. I used the freedom of the road to push myself faster, and I reached the hard road before he even got turned around. The road to the right lead to a bridge, where the road to the left lead to the country. I swung a hard right and full on sprinted. I heard the truck rumbling up the path. The road went up a steep hill and down. If I could reach the hill in time He would have to guess which way I went. I easily sailed up the hill, and I heard him turn left as I crested the top. I stomped my feat hard against the pavement, and continued; this time at a slower pace. My hooves beat evenly and slowly and I reached the bridge sooner than I had expected. I continued over it, and reached a small field. The field lead into a river. The other side lead away from home into the open grassland. I heard more hoof beats behind me as I jumped the ditch in the road onto the soft field. I saw Ria trotting up behind me. "Belle! What are you doing? You need to come back!" She cooed. A look of disgust washed over my face. "I'm not coming back." My harsh tone even made me cringe a bit. She tried to jump the ditch, but missed. Her thin, delicate hooves cracked from impact. She cried out in pain. "Help! I can't move! My beautiful hooves! Belle please help!" I galloped off, her cries chasing me as I ran across the field.
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Ok sorry about Ria, but she was a brat. So skip in time. Up to when I meet the nice family. If there was no time skip we would be here for hours... So im about 2 now.
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I had ran for several days, always being chased by the haunting cries of Ria. I shook the feeling off, but it came back. I came upon a cute cottage deep in the fields I was running in. I stopped about a mile from the house and started to feast on the sweet wheat. The taste danced across my mouth. It was about sundown when I finally moved closer to the house. There was two horses also feeding in the field, but they where not in a pen. As I came closer, a young girl sprang out the door. It scared me and I bolted for the other horses. They scattered, and it was a stampede. We settled near the Western most corner. The girl came running after us. The other horses seemed relaxed. I sprinted for the trees. The girl stopped in her tracks and stared at me. I turned my head, nickered loudly, and continued running. I jumped across fallen logs and weaved around trees as I slowed my pace. I had landed in the woods. I looked around for any sign out. The best way was forward.
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So skip in time. It is about a year later. I'm now 3. I have been travelling. Every time someone catches me, I escape and run farther.
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Home is now 2 years away. I'm not going back. I had found a sweet meadow after landing a spot in a run down farm. The place they put me was half broken. It was probably the easiest escape ever. I had ran about a few miles before finding this lush garden. I had looked around and found no horses. I was the only one. A mountainous horizon painted the sky golds and greys. The sun was setting, casting long shadows over the field. I think I found my place. A low male voice chipped away my thoughts. "Hey you.... Who are you?" I jumped and turned. He had the most beautiful of manes and his coat was shiny and smooth. He was a royal Amber Champagne Splash. I swooned but fixed myself. "I'm Belle. What is your name." His graceful mane blew smoothly in the wind. "I'm Chioma. I have been here for years without anyone joining me. What might you be doing here?" His blue eyes where sharp. "Well..." I started. "I escaped several owners and just want to live on my own, or with someone.." I stopped. He looked at me directly in the eyes. "Well, my owner lives near here. She basically lives on the land. Follow me." He started to trot off. I followed. We met his owner, and she was extremely nice. She let us feed in the meadow every day. And we both trusted her.
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And welcome to present day! Now I'm 4, with both Chioma and our new foal, Zayna to take care of. Its hard work, but its worth it. The girl manages to keep us safe, and she stays safe. She sometimes rides us into town, but that's hours away. She even has several resting stations along the way for us if we all have to sleep! Her name is Marieke, and she lives by herself. Sometimes a young man will hang out with her, but he has his own horse. That horse is named Stormy. He doesn't like Chioma. Or my foal for that matter. Stormy went home with a black eye and a deep cut in his side because he tried to attack me and Zayna. But otherwise we are a happy family. Marieke doesn't care when we go on adventures either. We can walk for a while, but we always return. Its the pull of a home I feel like I have known forever, not just for the year i have been here... A pull only some feel. An attachment you could say. Attached to home, Zayan, Marieke and most importantly... Chioma. Its not natural, it's imprinted on you. Like a scar. All the scars I war have a story, but that is for another time. Now you child, it's time to go to sleep. We don't you up too late now, do we?╯Έμεινα
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Για όλη την αιωνιότηταUsername: Astéri Ílios Fengári :╗
Show-name: Southern Sweet Thang :╗
Barn-Name: Bella :╗
Gender: Female :╗
Halter Color: The Blue of her Saddle Blanket :╗




























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