Soldiers… That's what everyone was supposed to be. The herd was built on strength and willpower, but that meant everyone, foal, elder, mare, and stallion had to do the same exact thing. As a young mare, just at her beginning age of maturity stood a two year old American paint horse. The blue of her one eye was hard and her body was sturdy, muscle lining her thickly built frame. Being one of the few purebreds around her, Pacific Rim was a prize at her home land. No one knew exactly where she came from to begin with, but the old scars around her face and such spoke of a bad set of training from where she originated.
Standing on the banks of the world, Pacific Rim stared at the vast expanses of water before her. She wanted out of what she was in, but the only way to truly escape was to swim across water that held no distance in its real sloshing waves. She could easily die out there, but there had to be something that would be willing to take her in. Be it that of horses or her own death, Pacific Rim did not mind. The blue roan overo mare could careless of what she was dealing with behind her. The sound of hooves and angered whinnies had her jumping from the edge, her pink front hooves hitting the water with a splashing sound.
Pulling her head up out of the water, Pacific Rim coughed and turned her head to look back at the cliff she jumped from. Seeing her old herd, the mare gave a horse light laugh before her legs pushed her through the waves. She could hear them screaming, throwing out threats that she knew they would make come true if they were to ever find her. Swimming though, Pacific Rim let all those thoughts escape her mind as her body pushed and pushed, forcing her to stay awake and fighting the rolling currents of the ocean for lord knew how long…. Until she found a bank and a group of islands in the distance.
Rising out of the ocean on shaky legs, the mare stumbled through the sand before falling onto the hard packed earth. Her sides heaved for breath as water was coughed out of her lungs. The ocean had not been her friend, but she had managed to stay alive as she laid there on the bank of a place she did not know. She couldn't hear her old herd behind her, which gave her the strength to let out a heavy sigh. Unease clung to her soaking coat, but the mare held no care as she slowly got herself to stand with her tail lashing behind her in its tired way to swat off flies.
Lowering her muzzle to graze, the mares coat shined in the sunlight, soaking in the warmth. Old scars crisscrossed over her body, but they were not allowed to show their story as she shook out her tall frame. Two years old, alone, and not really sure what she was looking for, Pacific Rim soon enough lifted her head and kept a watchful eye on her surroundings. It smelt of horses, but she would not go to any of them. If they wanted to speak, Pacific Rim would be waiting for them…
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