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Brutal Reality
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Date Posted: 15:42:59 01/20/02 Sun
Name: Brutal Reality
Breed: Arabian/Friesan
Color: Solid black - her mane and tail are curly and long, like a friesan, as is the little ringlets of black hair above her hooves.
Markings: none
Age: Ummm young?
Gender: Female
Hight: 14hh
Personality: Well, I'll explain who she is after this... that should tell you.
A little about her:
Brutal Reality had always been strong and tough. Her love and caring for her herd earned her Lead Mare, and she protected it alongside her stallion. her heart was devoted to them, and her outgoing and wise ways kept them sade through winter and summer, through man and enemy.
Then the cougars came. They tried a new tactic - a pack. The effect was devastating, and everything was lost.
Alone and bewildered, Reality had stumbled on through the forest and meadows, through rivers and mountains and Heaven knows what.
Injury wise, she was sound, though she had tried her hardest. Emotionally though, she was ruined. Her complete lack of being able to help them shocked her, and her helplessness was exposed to the world and her. The feeling of losing control over everything had its effects.
She was pretty and wise, but as she lay down in the field wondering what would happen to her, she was filled with such sorrow and heavy thoughts that beauty meant nothing to her. The other stallions and mares in the field frightened her, though she usually would hve frightened them.
Her empty feeling sank low and hard. She didn't know if or when she would climb out of this hole... she was afraid nobody would accept her anyway in this state.
We will have to find out what happens, won't we...?
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