Life had once been different. Children used to crawl along a large black tovero stallion's legs and the next the world changed. Flames licked at the circus tent the moment everything changed. Children screamed and adults bawled as they panicked. Animals large and small bellowed and began to cough as the smoke infiltrated their lungs and marked the air with a horrible smell. Skin began to grow hot, eyes began to water, and creatures began to give painful cries as the cages they were locked in hadn't been opened. Everyone that was dangerous was in a cage, but the rest were tied with ropes around their ankles holding them in place.
Staring at his friends, an eighteen hand tall horse named Scarecrow blinked his honey colored eyes. The lashes were beginning to burn and singe as his body fought faintly against the rope. The elegant elephants were not fighting their ropes, conditioned to think they could never escape. Scarecrow gave a cry to them, pulling against his own rope with a heaving tug finally. The snapping rope smacked into his rump, giving a tingling sensation that had him jumping as he ran to his friends. Hooves struck at objects they shouldn't until the smoke drove him out of the circus tent with a pained wail at the last screaming sound of his friends entered his ears.
Running with the rope stuck to a hind hoof, Scarecrow went into the forest near what had once been his traveling home. The fire from the tent began to spread behind him and the raging stallion jumped logs and avoided boulders as he headed to where he knew there was water. The humans used to take him to the river daily as they set up the tent and then he had been stuck inside of it for the shows and children. Now? He took his knowledge and ran full tilt with the fire licking at the woodland behind him. Escaping this horrible nightmare, Scarecrow began to lift his front hooves and pushed off the ground with his back legs, soaring over a bank and soon enough splashing into a river.
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That had been months ago now. Scarecrow ran away from his home and the loss of his friends to end up on a string of islands. He was confused, lost, and scared. His honey gold eyes held pure fear as he tugged on his back leg, the rope stuck to a fallen log. He could hear the sounds of predators as the tipping of coyotes entered his ears. Normally they were fearful of him, but now they had him cornered and as they tipped before running his way, Scarecrow let out a bellowing panicked scream.
SCARECROW
Stallion | 18hh | Black Tovero | Of The Lost Island Wilds
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