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Scarred

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Date Posted: 23:11:34 01/23/04 Fri

Name: Scarred
Type of animal: Anglo Arabian [horse]
gender: Female
age: 3
physical description: She has a pure ebony coat, her eyes are of the softest chocolate hue. She has one abnormality though. She has scar's all over her body, she was born with them.
decription of character: See below Post.
evil/good: More like neutral, depends who talks to her I guess.
would you like to be claimed/join/claim a territory: Claimed, more like asked, or something like that.
The Magic word is: Fairyloo and my email is: trixy_me_88@yahoo.com

Her Post.

Oh what am I doing here, I hate these lands, and how they remind me of a life that I tried to rid myself of. I tried to get rid of myself, to end it all but I never did. I jumped off the cliff only to land in deep water and not the jagged edges I�d aimed for. I thought I was going to die their in the ocean but fate would have no such thing, not for me anyway. I tumbled around in the surf like a rag doll but soon found my limp, weary body on the sandy shores lined with corpses. I hid from that day forth, never seen by any that trod the lands, oh how I feared them. They would fear my gruesome hide, that was for sure. When I was born, I was born with scars, how that�s possible, even I�m not sure, but sure enough my pelt is lined with them. Oh how monstrous I must look. That�s why I�ve hidden for so long. I figured if no one ever saw me then I wouldn�t be the ridicule of so many harsh words. I hated being alone though, talking to myself all the time. I watched everyone else�s lives from a far. Yet now I longed to have one of those lives. One where a stallion cared for me. Where I wasn�t alone anymore.

I didn�t want to be alone, could you blame me? I�d been alone from day one. My father, Marked, couldn�t stand to look at me, he thought I was a monster, because of my scars. He wouldn�t look at me, wouldn�t touch me. My Mother, Homicide, tried her hardest to make father show me even the smallest shred of attention, but in the end it only drove her mad. She couldn�t stand the fact that the father of her only child didn�t love their child. She gave up and one night while I was sleeping. She wandered away. I don�t know where she went but she left me. After Mother�s disappearance father treated me more harshly than before. That�s when I left to end it all. It never did end though. I was still alone and still living.

Here I was, standing in the shadows of the Herdless realm, looking for something, anything. Maybe I was looking for a way to be happy, to feel accepted yet I feared that would never happen. My ebon pelt shimmered with sweat and not because I was hot, no it was because I was scared and nervous. I could only imagine what a stallion in his right mind would think of me, the monster. Ebon lobes flickered to and fro, searching for any noise that would alert me of an approacher. I was in a fight or flight mode. Oh how scared I was; yet I was determined. Determined to find something, someone. To find somewhere I wouldn�t be looked at differently simply because I was different and ugly. Fright was evident in every inch of my being, yet I stood there, waiting. �Let a nice caring stallion find me, oh please let someone see through my rough exterior into me.� I thought to myself.

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Subject	Author	Date
-Accepted-	Twister Chaser	08:40:35 01/24/04 Sat

Claim	Fair Play	18:52:41 01/24/04 Sat