Common

(CONTENT WARNING!)
(Suicidal thoughts, animal abuse, attempted suicide.)








Rising from the ocean with soft coughing breaths, a gray mare shook her head. Water slowly fell from her body and splatted against the ground, dragging her ears to listen to the rain like noise her own body was making. Pale, lifeless, and uneasy brown eyes flicked up towards the land ahead of her. It was fall here, but her skin and bones frame held no urge to produce another body for her to grow. Her matted mane and tail dangled against her super thin neck and against her bony hocks, her body almost dragging itself forward as she finally moved.


Blinking her dull eyes, the mare snorted out a coughing breath, her body hacking out water. Her mind was trying to flick back to her past, but the mare pinned her ears after a while and drug herself farther and farther up the shore line. Her small frame shivered and shook, pain radiating from vast wounds across her body. Blunt force trauma had her mind wobbly, but her past broken back leg and her body just not giving up entirely had led her to where she was now, the boat she had once been on not good enough for her to just rest and heal on as the humans threw her into the shark infested water.


Snapping her jaws open and closed, the mare jerked around when a starting pain hit her in the side. Her teeth bared themselves and soon enough dug right into her own flesh, her body feeling like fleas and other horrid bugs were crawling upon it. Oil dripped from her topline and mane, falling and making the colorful rainbow oil made. The toxic substance tastes horrible on her tongue, but the thirteen hand mare did not care any more as she dug, and dug, and dug at her own body.


Pulling away from her own side with a piece of skin and flesh, the mare pinned her gaze on the darkness of the forest surrounding this vast open place and moved. Her tiny hooves flicked over the grass and soil, leaving tiny indents upon the ground as she vanished into the trees this time searching for something. Her body trembled with each step she took, but soon enough the mare found a hole under a fallen log and shimmied and pushed until she was in its depths, the sound of angry growls filling her ears as she shoved herself into an active den of a canine sort.


Time passed, the time flying from the start of her journey until now. It had been about a month or two since she found herself on these islands. She was still skinny, her body a bag of bones as she rarely left the blood soaked den she now called her home. She had taken on a beating from the canines, but she continued to return until they finally left and now she had her home, a small divet in the land that was overlooked by most as horses in general were never so small to be like a dog. She was tiny, barely able to be considered a horse, but she was one.


Dragging herself out of the hole, Evangaline as she was called, popped out from the darkness and let her torn ears flick towards the distance. She still smelt of oil, the substance never having fully left her body as she avoided the ocean after her swim here. Her still lifeless eyes blinked as she moved towards the open area of the commons, her body weaving like a fox against the ground. She rode low, her body not needing to puff up and look like a demon in its own way. She was petite with a rounded barrel and strong hind muscling, but currently the muscle and natural roundness to her barrel were far from seen.


Licking her lips, Evangaline finally searched for food. She needed sustenance, but when a flower of the deadly variety aught her eye, the mare gave a faint nod. She had been abused, beaten, caged, and left for dead. She had tried to end her life before, but now she was going to make it happen. Standing before that plant, the mare closed her eyes and was working on reaching forward towards the deadly nightshade plant that most would overlook and not think to eat.