Karia

~My Life's Story
After I was born, I remember darkness. That is all. Darkness and two voice, both laced with menacing hatred that cut through me.
Look at her coat!" said the higher of the two. "She must be a curse, so brightly colored!
And her eyes - she surely can't see. We must sacrifice her!
Even though the voices' tone told me to stay away, I was so lost in the darkness I stood, quite easily, actually, and made my way slowly toward the noises. But I was inflicted with a sharp pain in my side, and, adrenalin pulsing, I ran for it. I hit trees and rocks, and with every one came more pain. By the time I found somewhere rain did not fall on my head, I collasped into the hard ground, crying. I whinnied in pain into the darkness ofthe world I could not see. I wanted to know where I was, how I had come to this horrible place. Pain filled every bone, hair, and cell in my body. I wished for it to stop, for everything to go away. Death was not a term I knew, but I wanted it.
The next thing I knew I was hearing high-frecquency sqeaks that hurt my sensive ears. I remember making the same noise and seeing the outline of the world around me. I saw the outlines of many little things hanging upside-down as I sat up. They sparked my interest, these little beings.
Two days later I was forced from my cave out of hunger. I clicked, and did not know what to eat. The sweet smell of grass temped me. But the plants were hard on my stomach, and many nights I sat in the cave, moaning in pain. After a while I couldn't take it anymore. I would wonder to a nearby stream and drink, then walk back on my long legs, almost falling from exaustion.
I came to like the bats, for I lived there for many years. They were the only company I had. As I grew the grass became less painful untill the pain was gone and I could eat it without feeling anything but content. After I while, though, I yeared for company of my own kind and left the cave, bats, and the land I knew so well, hoping not to find any from my heard.
I did not find a heard. I found things that walked on two legs.First they shot a net at me, making me fall to the hard ground, and put something on my face and led me for what seemed days. We arrived at a tent. Then I was put into a box. Scared, young, mute, and almost blind, I was helpless and knew it. The humans talked of doing something called 'Docking my tail'. The other unicorns said it was when they take you tail and cut it short so it never grows back. I was scared stiff. Then they told my that if I ever try to fly, they'd cut some of my feathers away so I couldn't. And in time, they'd cut my horn in half when it grew too long. I was shy as it was, and this made me so scared I shook with fear.
One time, the humans brought me to a post and tied me there. They had not docked my tail yet or cut my wings and horn, as I'd been there only one day. I heard the laughter and taunts and remarks of the two-leggeds, and it made my blood boil. After some time, I was fed up. I reared and flapped my wings, pulled on my rope. Wildly I tossed my head. I wanted to get away from the things they threw at me, that included their mean, teasing tones.
Two-leggeds ran to me. Twenty of them held me down, and all I could see was the blackness. When the grips of some came off me to hold my wings out, I relaxed. When they relaxed, thinking I was going to obey, I lugged myself to my feet, reared, and galloped away as fast as I could. The other equines whinnied, egging me on.
I could not fly, and to this day the certain feathers are gone, keeping my to the ground. It is torture for my spirit and soul, and hurts me every day.
I traveled over the planes for days. There I met Kolhelm, a very nice stallion. The planes were a marvolous place to live, with wide open spaces and hardly trees to slam into. But logs! How they get there, I don't know, because they seem to be wherever the trees are not. If I let my guard down for peroids of time and don't echolocate, I usually tripped over them. But it was lonely, and I moved on to find a herd.

~FRIENDS~

Kohelm
He is a very nice stallion, though sometimes he doesn't talk much, but he's warming up to my little probelm of being mute. He's very nice. I met him in a wide open field, somewhere I love to go as echolocation isn't very necissary. The land is flat and so I pretty much don't have many worries. Exept for fallen logs. I tripped over one and fell head-over-heels right in front of him!

~FAMILY~

I hope they're all cought by two-leggeds.

~LOVE~
None right now. I have not found that special stallion who understands me that much. He needs to be able to know what my actions mean, be very kind, help me around (but not so much I feel like a baby), and know I can see somewhat. He needs to understand that I am not helpless because of my problems, see all of my flaws, yet see the very best in me.

~LIKES~
Wide Open Fields
Wind
Cool streams
Having others around me

~LOATHES~
Very Crowded Forests
Total stillness and Silence - It Puts me on my Nerves and Makes me Jumpy.
Dry Land - Like Deserts.
Ones Who Think My. . .Handicaps Make Me Incappable of Understanding Things

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