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Posted: Jan 10 2009, 07:02 AM


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My name is Chaska, named after the stars themselves. I'm a dappled andalusian mare with no home - which is pretty obvious, since I'm here and not in a herd somewhere, happy and care-free. Yes, I can be hard to handle, but wild horses weren't meant to be easy. They were meant to be exactly that: Wild. My life has been and will forever be full of death, triumph, and the ability to overcome whatever life throws at you. I've learned over time that you can't change other people, that you can only change yourself. I've done a lot of that lately, but I'm afraid that, no matter my efforts, I'm still unwanted among the equine community. I. Just. Don't. Fit. In.

Even now, as I walk across the earthy terrain I stand out in the crowd. Seeming to float over the ground as I walk through a small group of mares. They are all beautiful, but I am too. My mane and tail are thick and long, a brunette color with a tinge of red. Most of my pelt is white, but my rump is dappled and a mixture of gray and brown. I have black points and black eyes. I can definately strut my stuff, but the difference between me and them? They're wanted. And I'm not. It's a sad, sickening feeling, to know that you're existance is worhtless and unnecassary. The thought of suicide crosses my mind every now and then, but I'm a coward and I do not have the strength to do it. I'm a waste of air.

"Mother?" The sound of a distressed filly catches my ear, and I watch her wander around in strange patterns, looking for the one that left her - she's been abandoned. I can hear it in her tone and see it in her eyes. She will be okay. She'll grow up strong and healthy, just like I did. How do I know? She's already catching attention. Another mare has approached her and the filly is warming up to her greatly. Though it be hard not to, not when you don't know where else to go or who else to believe. I take a step towards them, but snort, shake my head and go off in the other direction. Foals have always pulled at my heart strings; I'll never know why.
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