STORM; noun; a violent disturbance of the atmosphere with strong winds and usually rain, thunder, lightning, or snow.

The thunder boomed, and the lighting strikes out over the ocean and I could feel every muscle within my body jerking, fear racing through my veins much like the blood coursing through them did. Oh, what did I get myself into? I had no idea where I was, who was around me, and most importantly, they didn’t and wouldn’t, ever know my name. How pathetic, right? A silent sight escaped my lips, no sound, only the pressure of my breath escaping my lungs. Sage green eyes shut as I felt the thunder rumble the landscape, it may not feel like much to others, but due to me being mute, I lost a sense, so my others were much more heightened than any others.

The inky mare moved closer to me, her warm body pressed against mine and I felt the urge to run, as far and as fast as I could, but I couldn’t pull away from the heat that her body was producing, I was just so damn cold! I lifted my eyes as she spoke to the lead, and I watched as the male drew closer to me, nickering and extending his nose to mine. I reached out in return, unable to do anything else. Literally, no sound would ever be made by me. There was no hope of any kind of communication other than touch with me. Shortly I heard the steps, and felt the earth sucking in the impacts made by the new male that came upon the scene. He was much closer to my age, and yet at the same time, it was still frightening to know that I was once again in the middle of a group and I was unable to tell them a damn thing.

The exchange between the cream and white male and the tawny and white male confused me a little bit, I didn’t want to be separated from a group, but at the same time being all alone was much much worse, so I figured I would go with whatever they chose for me to do. Whenever they were ready, I would head out with them.





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

female ; mute ; 14.3 hh ; no home

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