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Post by Canadian Sunfeather on Jun 1, 2024 7:36:45 GMT -8
When a lab experiments on a group of horses to make them more attractive to buyers it comes with a price as all but 4 are mutated into hybrids of diffrent types rather then let the public know about there creations they are put onto a isolated island and are forgotten about over time the hybrid horses learn to speak in there own language and begin to reproduce but are they ever truely safe from the people who mutated them into these hybrids Find out in the Undesirable
You can start off in the morning if you wish
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Post by Canadian Sunfeather on Jun 1, 2024 7:46:46 GMT -8
Amrix
Amrix would open his mouth and yawn he was tired having galloped across a thin sandbar on the island yesterday, his hooves felt like they were on fire his coat which was striped like a tiger shone in the sun, as he looked down between his front hooves was the most beautiful medow he had ever seen it was so vibrant and green, he walked towards the medow his retractable claws on his hooves were sheathed as he walked, he saw another hybrid coming towards the beach on the island he let them pass as he didn't really feel like being a jerk to other hybrids, he lowered his head to graze on the grass his golden eyes constantly looking out for danger, "How long has it been since I even felt or tasted grass before the creatures destroyed my old life" Amrix said as he grazed his tail flicking away at some flies that landed on his stripped coat.
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Post by Canadian Sunfeather on Jun 1, 2024 7:57:36 GMT -8
Zuhila
Zuhila would gallop along the beach her hooves thundering along the sand she had not felt like this in ages it made her feel like a filly again, "ugh I can't get the taste of the saltgrass out of my mouth why did Amrix think it would be good to eat it just makes me more thirsty" Zuhila said as she stood still and started to sing on the beach, her tail swishing with every note she sung, her voice was so beautiful even the island birds stopped chirping to listen to her sing, she always had a good voice at least that's what her mother had said before she was taken away by the creatures, she tried not to think of her former life but it was hard as every memory she had came back to the days as she was locked in a stall known only by a number which was 41234 she hated that number, why could they not have said her name Zuhila it wasn't hard to say and it made her feel normal not like she was some kind of new animal being discovered by science.
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