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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 12:43 pm

In Depth Analysis on Omutia

Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 12:50 pm

Omutia

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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 12:58 pm

Detailed Story

.:Omutia:.

Before freedom all Omutia knew was the life of a messenger horse. Life was harsh. She wasn't always treated harsh but everyone knew that they would someday have one of those harsh men as their riders and it was never something one looked forward to. She had grown up in the environment. Born and bred to be used as transportation. It was a horrible life that had little bright sides. Sometimes there was a nice rider and those would be great for awhile but then they all turned. They would beat the others displeased because they weren't fast enough or they stumbled. Silly little things that were not the the steeds fault. They were rider errors. Errors placed by angry and unhappy men.

Having had enough Omutia was never an obedient steed. More than willing to take the punishments dished out to her because it meant all the others looked good when it came down to choosing her and another. She took the men on and in the end one. Sometimes there would be bets on who could break her. She knew it, she had seen them pass around coin and sure enough next day one of the men from the circle would saddle her up. They never beat her though.

Days didn't get dark until she started to pay attention to the others around her. The stronger steeds all had something in common that they lacked. A friend or someone they cared for. She had never let herself get close to another. The men watched those things and used those things to their advantage. It was sick. That didn't stop the seed of jealousy that found itself seated deep down inside of her. When the jealousy was nearing its peak though she got transferred to a new camp. Her stubborn reputation causing her to go to a tougher group of men. She stayed the same stubborn and mean to all those foolish enough to be near her mouth when it wasn't tied shut.

That transfer saved her though. In more ways than she'll ever admit out loud. If she had never been transferred she would have never met the one stallion she could never really live without. Berk was broad and strong like all the others but the dapple caught her eye at the very start. Days went by and she barely talked to anyone just noticing colors and never remembering names. She knew she would likely be transferred again before long. After a particularly long day though the dapple stallion approached her. They had a pleasant conversation including ways to best make a scene with two-leggers.

That conversation was just the start of a very interesting night. After they had finished talking they had entered their individual paddocks. Late in the night Omutia awoke to a ruckus. To her surprise the frightened two-legger that was suppose to lock her paddock had not latched it. It was loose. She peered through her door to find the dapple Berk causing the ruckus. His ruckus and escape created the perfect window for her to escape. It was a perfect escape. She galloped after the dapple. They traveled together for a short while just as they were making sure they were clear of all the two-leggers. Something however never set right with Omutia after they parted ways.

Time went by and something was always wrong. Something was always missing. She always thought it was the fact that she was alone. She was alone till she met Squirrel Squirrel the Gnome attacker. He was her savior. He filled the void for the longest time till she once came across Berk in her travels. Things seemed to fall into place. It was only a brief meeting but one that left her longing for more.

She traveled more trying to figure things out and ended up in a scuffle with a skinwalker. Left wounded and scarred Omutia had given up on life when a sweet alicorn nursed her back to health. She was a slightly changed mare after that time but she still had all the fight she originally had.