Hi, I’m Isobel, and I’m Mute.

I’ve been silent ever since my first second in this world. Born with an abnormality that took away my ability to speak, I was left to find other means of communicating, I had figured it out well in my home with my family, but that all changed suddenly one day. And now I’m here, trying to find my own new place in this world, and I’d have to figure out how to communicate well with the new equines I would meet. I would have to figure out a whole new system to communicate, that is.

The world can really suck when you can’t speak to anyone, heck, I can’t even squeal or grunt. I was born without vocal cords. Literally, no sound would ever come out of my mouth, except for the ‘whoosh’ of each breath I took. Can you imagine how boring that is? No one knew my name, except mommy and daddy, but they were long dead, killed by a mountain lion. They had been talking in a hillside area when they were attacked. I had been with the rest of the new herd. When they were dead, they kicked me out. Knowing I would be of no use in their herd, they wanted nothing to do with me. Sucky, right? I would have had a little sibling, but the baby died when mommy did. She was almost ready to pop too, so it sucked even more.

I drug myself out of the icy water. It may be spring but damnit the water didn’t realize that. The area I had landed in was a thick, brushy area, trees galore, wide open meadows, and the smell of the wood and pine needles, leaves, pinecones, were a very welcome smell. I felt a breeze whip by, chilling my already cold coat. Gosh. Where was I and why was it so cold for being spring?! It made absolutely no sense to me why it was freezing. I huffed, my sage-green eyes looking skyward and it dawned on me. It was about to storm. Dumb me. Of course it would be down right freezing before a spring storm. It wasn’t summer so it wasn’t warm. Right. Woops.

I could smell the other equines who resided within the territory, however I was unable to call out to any to make a request of sorts to stay. So, I was going to make myself at home. Yes, a bit forward but hey, I had to find somewhere warm to bed down before the storm raged in. I shook myself off, heading inward towards the large thicket of trees that were gathered in the center portion of the closest area to the water. It would suit me fine for now. Yes, yes it would. I walked slowly, my ears ticking back and forth, listening for any sound that should wary me. However, just because I was mute did not mean I would let myself be bullied. Heck, I grew up with that and I was not about to take it in a new home. Yes, I would make this my home. It was good enough for now.

The trees provided a comfort to me that was welcome, and pleasant. A smile drifted onto my lips as I settled within the trees. Oh, yes, this would do just fine.





isobel ; three ; mustang, brumby, appy mix ; snowcapped dunskin roan ;

female ; mute ; 14.3 hh ; no home

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