I don't belong here | ANY (needs a home)

[S I L O A M]

you're so fucking special,
i wish i was special but i'm a creep

It is very thin. It has barely survived through the winter. It has no mother, no father. It has only a name, it assumes but really it's Mother was just letting go, chanting a word that meant such. 

Siloam.

It is black, silver dapples to form later with a bushy cream mane and tail. It has fangs, it has talons instead of hooves. Its skin is sloughing off at the base of it's talons but regenerating as quickly as it is falls. It is hungry. It is desperate. It is so tired of looking. It knows no meaning of this world, it doesn't know it's a boy or a horse (if you can call it that). It cries aloud, though hushed and only a short while because energy reserves are low. It falls asleep, crumbling it's weak knees beneath its pile of bones. It watches others pass by, wondering why it is burden to live a life such as this. How do you even ask for help? It thinks.

A mouse is in the vicinity, it smells it, it can nearly taste it - it scurries away then back towards it. Quickly, it strikes and the fangs grasp the mouse - a small meal, rough on the stomach and not the best diet but it will suffice to keep it alive that much longer. 

Perhaps stubbornness is genetic.

s  i  l  o  a  m
undead, rotting, taloned and fanged little boy
infection and oliphander