Bacabella Beauty

I didn't get her Ah well, maybe next time

A mare I'm hoping to adopt from =silverglass19

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A lone mare wondered the Bellham woods, alone and bewildered. She could feel the cool of night creeping over this strange land, and shivered in both cold and fear. She glanced around with gentle gold eyes looking for a sign of hope. But she found nothing. She turned to look at her shoulder where the brand had been burned into her flesh. It was raw and swollen, and flies feasted on it constantly. But she had grown numb to the pain. She oinly wished she could grow numb to the fear, the memories, of the humans.

"Never." She murmered as the sky turned golden. "Never will those filthy two-legs place anotherhand on me!"

She yearned for her home, where her kind roamed freely. Why had she wondered? Why had she followed that stallion away from the safety of her valley?

She thought back to that moment. It seemed like years ago now, but it had only been a few weeks. First she had heard the roar of the metal beasts. Then the sound of verocious dogs chasing their trail. And he had run away, that cowardly stallion she had so hopelessly fallen for ran and left her to die.

She could still feel the silver bullet in her rump, and the teeth of the dogs in her heels as they relentlessly chased her. She remembered the humans and their loud, deadly machines. The cars and the guns.

Then she had collapsed in the muddy banks of the river. They had called of the hounds and walked towards her. Her muzzle lay beneath the black mud and water, choking her. They tied ropes to her legs and branded her.

It was a hunt. A competition. They had captured a beautiful Bacabella, and branded her to claim her as their catch immediatly. But then mother nature came to her aid. Lightning had torn across the blackening sky and rail began to fall. The water rose adn the men and their machines fled, leaving her to drown. But the waters did not pull her into their depths, but carried her to this place.

She had travelled long across this land. And now her body was beyond her own control. Her knees buckled and her heart gave up. Everything went dark and she collapsed into a deep, deep slumber.


"Is she alive?"

"Can we poke her?!"

"Shh! Boys be silent, our guest is sick and tired." Niké strong, calming tones aroused her from her slumber and she wearily lifted her head.

"EEK she's alive! She undead!" Rosco squealed, rearing up and cantering off.

"W..where am I?"

"Relax miss, you are safe with me." Niké smiled. "You are in Bellham pastures, under the safe watch of Bellham herd."

"What land is this?"

"Destoria." Niké frowned and gazed at her markings. "I have herd of your kind, but never had the honour of meeting a Bacabello before. May I ask your name?"

"Peter." She smiled, laying her head to rest. "Peter..."

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Hehe hope you liked!! I got carried away XD