Run free

A lost soul.

The next morning i hauled myself out of bed, expressing a yawn as i swooned to my feet before dawdling towards the kitchen, the smell of sausages sizzling on the grill, the hiss of frying eggs made my mouth melt like plastic. My mother stood, humming a tune to herself. Wrapped up in her dark emerald green robe that swayed softly as she rocked herself back and forth to the tune.

"Good morning, I'm going to explore this morning again.." I yawned, tieing my hair into a messy bun.

"Okay sweetie, stay safe though? And keep away from that mardy farmer I've heard about living past the creek. We don't want any enemies yet!" She called as i raced out the door.

I paced across the path I remembered before glancing at the creek i was warned of, however being a teen I simply ignored my mothers remark. There at the bottom of the valley stood a old shack and cottage, dilapidated certainly and clearly abandoned. I proceeded to explore, silently I crept to towards the yellow barn like doors, the doors had a blistered look to them from the sun, the smell of old, antique items hit my nostrils, i could feel the disturbed dirt wrapping it's self around me, glancing up i froze. My body paralysed itself.

Glancing up there before me stood a... A stallion. His pearl white coat beamed bright lights towards me, i could feel his fear from meters away. The silky, soft shine of his coat glistening at me like a diamond ring. My body launched itself back as two hooves threw themselves at me as he reared in a fury of panic, his body quivering with fear yet burning with frustration. I sensed his mixed emotions, his confusion and his temper. His wild, wild temper that was like a volcano erupting time after time again. I was bold, brave and calm as I approached him, his body tensed as my hand reached out to him, only to chance when his head swung at me, knocking me back as his ears pinned themselves back. He was magnificent.

I sat for a while in the corner, watching his every move, from the blink of an eye to the shuffling change of his resting hooves. He stood content yet depressed. As if his whole body had given up and accepted fate, what fate I don't know but he seemed ever so distracted. My brow raised as i hear a call from a distance.

"Sort the bastard mule out then! I'm not putting myself in a position for the git to kick!"

I turned a head, to see a chubby old man approaching the barn, he had a mocha tint to his skin, it was all shrivelled. A rough, brittle complexion. He had a cap resting on his grey, marble coloured hair, it was a greasy mess. He was wearing a blue tartan shirt what had majority of the buttons missing. Stained armpit sweat patches could of been seen from a mile off and the scent of cigars and rum was over powering, i lowered my body down, hiding behind a small bale of oat staw. The man held a cane, with a metal rod on the end. Approaching the majestic beast he let out a strike of anger on its flank, the rod digging itself into the stallions hide oozed a small pool of blood from the fresh, new wound. The man grinned, proudly.

"Not so tough now are we?" He chuckled, evilly.

The stallion lashed out a back hoof catching his chin, knocking the farmers jaw out of place. Letting out a mighty scream he left the barn, before screaming at his men to take him to hospital. I remained hidden until it was total silence. Reaching to my feet I gasped, my hand over my mouth containing the nauseating feelings that churned in my stomach. The wound was deep and revealed vulnerable tissues and muscles as blood continued to ooze out consistently. Ripping my leggings into a bandage replacement i applied pressure firmly, jolting my body quickly as I avoided the kicks he threw at me. We was more alike then realised, he was just a lost soul who had been mistreated and misunderstood. He wasn't a nasty, dangerous horse. He needed guidance and someone to trust. I was determined for it to be me.

My next job was to work it around avoiding my mother, she would flip if she found out. I also had to avoid the farmer, I couldn't bare the thought of getting in bother for trespassing regardless of me helping the law is the law, and I can't cause any grief. Mothers still mourning.

Oh what will i do?