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loNe stood at the edge of the lands. Her ebony bodice quivering with fear and abuse. Huge welts were dribbling blood down her sand filled coat. The whites of her optics shown as she walked slowly down the hill. The angel equine had gotten away from her abusive owner and was now hoping to get on her way to rehabilitation. loNe was sure the only reason her master beat her was because he was drunk; she was not completely afraid of two-leggeds. loNe had never quiet fit in with the other quadrupeds; they called her a pet and they said she didn't earn her keep. I guess it's because she was always too banged up to be ridden, or the ess shying a way when her master came near. A soft whinny was released from her cervix, perhaps she would fit in better here. Men shouted at me loNe They beat me for 5 loNg years The cloak that hid my welts was black God rest them, my parents were arabiaNs They birthed me a mare HTML © Specka |
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