Post by Freedom on Apr 28, 2007 20:51:15 GMT -5
The Call Me Play with Fire
Only My Friends Call Me Fire
I am Painted Bay
I Am Mixed Arabian and Mustang
I Fallow The Neutral
I Have Ran On The Turf 11 Years
My personality is different. It seems to change from the years that come. Iseem to have no heart as I got older. Most of the time I only feel like fighting. Sometimes I wish to end my life, buut I keep on going. I hate the super light mares that will hide behind me. The rest only seems to be a mystery...
My past is a long one. I don't like to talk about it much, the pain kills me. It all started from day one. It was a stormy night I was born. I born in the land of hell. My whole family was dark as could be. For some reason I had some good in my heart, but I never told anyone around. If they ever found out I would die in a heart beat. At day two came I was already in fights with the other young colts and fillies. I was the weakest of them all. Picked on also. My days went by long and hard. My parents never tried to help me at all, they were only there to watch me suffer as it seemed. As time went on I learned to become stronger and more powerful. At age three I ran off to start my own herd. I decided to go off into the unknown lands. From there became my whole life. As I went my way I met alot of other horses on the way. Most I got into a fight with. I also saw lots of light mares coming to be acting at nice as cold be. I hated that the most. I would push them aside not caring what they thought of me. No masres seemed to get my heart. Only one did. I never had the time to tell her how I felt about her, just as she came, she was gone. I never knew what happened to her.My life went on like that. At age tenI went into the darkest part of the forest where no one lived but the wolves. There was no water exce[t for the puddles from rain. The only food was the very little grass that was there. I seemed to get use to ity. I made friends with the wolves. Only after as year of that I was ready to come out once again to start over, but will my past hold me back from what I want?
Only My Friends Call Me Fire
I am Painted Bay
I Am Mixed Arabian and Mustang
I Fallow The Neutral
I Have Ran On The Turf 11 Years
My personality is different. It seems to change from the years that come. Iseem to have no heart as I got older. Most of the time I only feel like fighting. Sometimes I wish to end my life, buut I keep on going. I hate the super light mares that will hide behind me. The rest only seems to be a mystery...
My past is a long one. I don't like to talk about it much, the pain kills me. It all started from day one. It was a stormy night I was born. I born in the land of hell. My whole family was dark as could be. For some reason I had some good in my heart, but I never told anyone around. If they ever found out I would die in a heart beat. At day two came I was already in fights with the other young colts and fillies. I was the weakest of them all. Picked on also. My days went by long and hard. My parents never tried to help me at all, they were only there to watch me suffer as it seemed. As time went on I learned to become stronger and more powerful. At age three I ran off to start my own herd. I decided to go off into the unknown lands. From there became my whole life. As I went my way I met alot of other horses on the way. Most I got into a fight with. I also saw lots of light mares coming to be acting at nice as cold be. I hated that the most. I would push them aside not caring what they thought of me. No masres seemed to get my heart. Only one did. I never had the time to tell her how I felt about her, just as she came, she was gone. I never knew what happened to her.My life went on like that. At age tenI went into the darkest part of the forest where no one lived but the wolves. There was no water exce[t for the puddles from rain. The only food was the very little grass that was there. I seemed to get use to ity. I made friends with the wolves. Only after as year of that I was ready to come out once again to start over, but will my past hold me back from what I want?