What Once Was

Name: Ijustwantrevenge
Barn Name: Rev
Breed:Thoroughbred
Gender: Colt
Colour: Smokey black
Genotype: Ee/aa/nCr
Markings: None
Sire: Starter
Dam: Starter
For stud/lease: Not yet (to young)

The dark colts lip quivered slight as he stood there, leg cocked, under the shades of the tree. Rare were the moments when he let himself relax like this. The small pony, the first friend he ever had would let him know if anyone came into their pasture. One ear slowly moved forward from their normal, slicked against his neck position. In his dreams he moved roughly two years back, the chirps of sparrows in the bushes somehow changed into the memory of a little girl’s laughter.

“Revvie, come here boy!”

He had left his golden mothers side without any hesitation, without fear, only with a foal’s curiosity, bounding up to the girl. The girl sat down and he slowly got closer to her and carefully sniffed the hand she was holding out. Her voice had sounded strange today. Not like it used to. As he nosed her cheeks he noted they were wet. Suddenly she threw her arms around his thin little foal neck. It didn’t scare him that much. The twolegged never meant any harm even if they had strange ideas sometimes. After awhile it started to feel a little weird and he was getting hungry. Playfully he nipped at the girls waist, not with his teeth though; his momma said only bad horses used their teeth, only bad horses bit twolegged.

“Revvie…” the girl sobbed as she released him from her hug “…promise that…that you be a good boy, ok? Grandpa…he…he got sick and…he say I'm to little to…take care of you…he…he sold…” The girl suddenly got interrupted. Two men, one old and a younger one stood at the gate.

“Amber” the old grey haired called “come here…” The older mans cough sounded painful. “Amber, this is the man who bought Rev. Can you please halter him?” He looked at his granddaughter with a plagued look. He had bred and raised these horses all his life, he had seen the great ones, even tended one of them for a time. Now, now he had to watch his last horses go up someone else’s trailer, the last of the line. The golden mare’s grand dam had been his first horse, the first he rode to win. Her offspring had been wanted and desired, not only for their talent but for their color. He coughed again. His doctors had advised him to, as they said, “get rid” of his horses. They claimed it was them that made him ill. It was rather everything else around it that made it hard. He had such hopes in his son, but he wasn’t interested. His granddaughter however, she had the gift, and now he had failed. He had hoped that he would be able to teach her to take care and form a horse from the start. His son had said no. The girl was not going to be destroying her life living the life of a jockey or a horse breeder. She was going to boarding school, to become someone. He had tried to reason with him but it had been useless.

He glanced at the man beside him. It was something uncanny about him. It wasn’t however something he could do about it. The colt was sold. When he had given the farm, everything to his son in the hopes he would take over, he had lost the rights to everything. Not even his tears had made his son give in. The old man hadn’t even shed a tear when his first horse had died. Sorrow clutched his heart in a hard grip as he watched his beloved grandchild, her eyes blank with tears, collect the colt. She had taught him well. Like he never done anything else he walked beside her, never once tried to run back to his mother. The sweet little soul didn’t know that he never would see her again. The girl after a moment’s hesitation gave the young man the colts lead rope, however before doing so she gave the colt one last hug.

The colt couldn’t really understand what the twolegged were doing or why his favorite, next to his momma of course seemed so sad. Just for good measure, since it was something that make her that strange sound and show her teeth, he gave her a lick on the sorry excuse for a muzzle. Now however it only made that wet stuff come out even more and she turned to the older twolegged. Then someone pulled the thing that was around his face. Before he knew it he got pushed into a big box. Without his mother! He called for her but she never came. Then the light disappeared and it got dark.


The pony nickered and he jerked his head up. It was that golden haired one again. She was already inside. His ears slicked tighter against his neck and he swished his tail.

“Hi Rev…how are you?”

Her voice was soft, kind…it reminded him of that girl…part of him wanted to, but that young man…he had effectively erased all the good that girl taught him. Gone where the teaching of his mother. He moved his rear towards her, lifted his hind hoof just slightly to let her know he wasn’t afraid to use it. She didn’t have one of those long sticks with her, the sticks that could hurt you even if they weren’t close to you. He glanced in her direction. The golden haired hadn’t moved. She just stood there, her hand reaching out towards him. The skin on his neck twitched as he turned his head towards her, facing her, his ears still flat. He didn’t move, neither back or forward. She had never pressed him to anything, she just stood there, didn’t seem to be afraid of him. He swished his tail, feeling nervous again. Before…it had been someone, someone else that hadn’t been afraid. He remembered his scent, his voice. He had come here too, but only in the dark.

A dog barked from one of the houses and the colt took his chance to race to the other side to the pasture as the golden haired looked in the direction of the sound and released him from her gaze. Therefore he didn’t hear her kind words as he ran away from her, neither did he see the dark haired man that looked down at a shining thing in metal and he didn’t see the amazed expression in his face. He only remembered the ones from the young man, felt the whip against his hide and now he did his best to escape his memories and the demon that followed. He ran.

Ref: Girl/Foal: Google
Horse: *Chunga-Stock [link]