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05-05-2013, 12:45 AM
My name is Hailsie, but I prefer Ail. I was born into this world just like everyone else, I had a pleasent childhood nothing to terrible happened, in fact up untill a year ago my life could have been something along the lines of, perfect. I had a herd, one that accepted me and loved me, I had never known the pain of loss, nor true evil. In someways I should be greatful to live in such an innocent dreamworld. But now, all I feel is resentment. I wasn't prepared for the harsh reality of the world and because of it my mother is dead, my freinds are gone and all i've ever known has vanished. I now wander the lands void of hope, accepting death as my only fate.
The mare stood in the forgiving shade of a willow tree in the midday sun, her thin body lacking nutrients to provide her with any strength. Her coat no longer beautiful or shiny, just dull and caked with mud. The spirit lost deep inside and no sparkle to her eye. She was lost in her own mental battle just to live another day. Days blurred into nights and nothing was worth fighting for anymore, not that she would have the strength to fight. Even fear had dissintergrated all that was left was just a ghost of what she once was. Little did she see that she could be whole again, magnificent and powerful.
The mare stood in the forgiving shade of a willow tree in the midday sun, her thin body lacking nutrients to provide her with any strength. Her coat no longer beautiful or shiny, just dull and caked with mud. The spirit lost deep inside and no sparkle to her eye. She was lost in her own mental battle just to live another day. Days blurred into nights and nothing was worth fighting for anymore, not that she would have the strength to fight. Even fear had dissintergrated all that was left was just a ghost of what she once was. Little did she see that she could be whole again, magnificent and powerful.
