10-14-2016, 04:41 AM
Jinger timidly watched the two mares, she shook all over. Her body still ached from the most recent torment. "Tragedy..there must be no ending." She thought forlornly. Her matted mane tried to flutter and flow in the wind, but instead just slapped against her crest. The poor mare had never known what her true colors were, having been tortured and neglected her whole life. In the stallions mind, she was nothing but a plaything.
Her eyes had changed from a bright, joyous green to a dismal, dying green. Her head sat low, every bone in her body showing through her thin skin. She left her "herd", allegedly family. Now her body was changing, shifting. She knew this feeling well, and knew what would become of the child. She knew she'd miscarry, it wasn't the first time. She had been raped before, late into the night. She, herself, had been created by force. Jinger's mother never wanted her, she had said so herself. Her father had seen her as a nother toy, another horse to hurt. But this past time was the last time.
She had heard rumors about this place before, "Beqanna", the name sounded so magical. And now here she was, watching a winged unicorn help a poor mare, helpless and restrained by something. She smiled weakly, she had known torture herself. But, perhaps, here might not be the same.
Her eyes had changed from a bright, joyous green to a dismal, dying green. Her head sat low, every bone in her body showing through her thin skin. She left her "herd", allegedly family. Now her body was changing, shifting. She knew this feeling well, and knew what would become of the child. She knew she'd miscarry, it wasn't the first time. She had been raped before, late into the night. She, herself, had been created by force. Jinger's mother never wanted her, she had said so herself. Her father had seen her as a nother toy, another horse to hurt. But this past time was the last time.
She had heard rumors about this place before, "Beqanna", the name sounded so magical. And now here she was, watching a winged unicorn help a poor mare, helpless and restrained by something. She smiled weakly, she had known torture herself. But, perhaps, here might not be the same.