The Filly Who Should Be Dead(OPEN)

The black filly on the edge of Haonua Desert, following her mother closely, mimicing her mother's movements as she flagged her tail and her steps were smooth and graceful, although the black filly stumbled and tripped trying to follow in her mother's hoofprints... literally. She tried to take longer strides like her mother, trying to walk in her hoofprints but all she got was falling face first into the sand and dirt. She scrambled to her hooves and continued trying to walk like her mother. Eventually she gave up and pranced around her mother energetically. The black filly was excited for today. She was going to be named! Her mother hadn't named her yet and she couldn't wait until she was named! she had waited her whole life for this moment! Although her whole life was hardly even 3 days but she thought it was a long time!
The filly thought of what her father had been like. Her mother had told her that unlike her, who was half arabian and half quarter horse her father was full arabian. A purebred. And her father had been very smart and strong, defending her mother no matter the cost. He once had protected her mother and herself who was still inside of her mother. And it cost him his life. Although the other stallion had died so had her father. The filly didn't know her father at all but but she was sad and proud of him at the same time. She hoped one day she'd be as strong, smart and brave as her father and protect everything she stood for.

Suddenly she crashed into her mother's hind legs and tried to look past her... Why had she stopped? but she didn't get a look at what th reason was for her mother stopping, because her mother shoved her into the bushes. She couldn't see anything but she heard growls, shrill whinnies, neighs, hooves crashing against something and after what seemed like eternity she heard a loud crash. She dared not walk out from behind the bush.. Soon though she heard something tearing into flesh and jaws snapping at eachother. The filly started shuddering imensely and she poked her head out from the bush and saw three wolves eating her dead mother's body. dead wolves laid scattered across thearea, blood splashed everywhere creating an eye dizzying effect. But \the flly paid no attention to it. Her eye glued to her dead mother's body. She started shaking violently. It was a wonder the earth didnt sart shaking as well. They took no notice of her. After they all had their fill from her mother they finally realised the filly was there. The filly, on shaken legs stood up and ran away as fast as her skrawny legs would take her. After some time her head start began to dim and she eventually grew weary. The wolves caught up to her, tackling her to the ground with ease she stuggled against them, kicking on in the jaw surprisingly the right way and breaking it. It scrambled away, fleeing whilst the other two bit into her. She squealed and eventually, torn open, bleeding and numb the wolves left, thinking she was dead and already full. She laid there weak, sore and numb. Days or weeks passed before she was able to stand again.. She wandered away, staggering. Her wounds had healed quickly surpringly enough. The filly wandered for hours maybe even days she didn't know but she soon found herself in a clearing, foals playing everywhere with their mothers standing by, watching or grazing. A jealousy sparked inside of the filly but sadness and grief soon tookover. But that didn't even last long because she felt too weak. She staggered towards the mares and one came up to her and nudged her with a nicker. To the filly's astonishment the mare offered her her milk and the filly pricked her ears, nudged the mare in thanks and then drank. It wasn't like her mother's and although she didn't want it off a stranger mare she wanted and needed it..
The black filly stayed with them for a few months, growing stronger and taller and learning how to speak. She learnt quickly. Soon enough she found herself, saying goodbye to the mares and other foals and galloping away to where her mother had died. allt hat was left was a few bones scattered here and there. suddenly the black filly heard growling behind her and she spun around and saw the two wolves which had killed her mother and attacked her. hatred and angered bubbledup inside her and she reared and lashed out at the wolves who lunged at her. Her got one on the back, snapping its spin. The foguth the other one in a mind game. weaving in and out of trees and kicking out at it, moving from side to side to confuse it, toying with it before it came disorientated and she reared, landing on it's skull and killing it.
The black filly then reared, pawing the air in victory and she galloped into Haonua Desert. The filly thought back on suggestions the mares had given her for her name. She had liked one the most which meant brave and courageous. Maori. The filly decided that that would be her name.


---when Maori is 3 and a half-----

Maori galloped through the desert with much endurance. Sand flying out behind her, her jet black sillohette looking like a shadow flying through the desert. She ahd taken on her father all together. nothing of her mother could be seen in her. That's what she thought. She couldn;t see her mother iin her no matter how hard she tried to find it. Maori slowed as she came to a small, drying up pond and she trotted over to it, lowered her head and took a drink. When she raised her head she looked around to area. Nothing but sand even in the distance all it faded to was sand and the clear, cloudless, blue sky. Maori lowered her head once again and took another drink before she tore off through the desert once again. She loved the feeling of the wind through her mane as she sped, galloping across the hot sand. Yet she grew up with the heat and she liked it now.

when she was a foal


3 and a half


The land