Phantom

Phantom trotted around in the ring. She was crying. She missed the hospital so much, missed helping people. When she had gone to this hospital here, they had taken the injured boy on her back, treated the cuts on her legs then left her. She sighed. Then she looked around, hoping to find a human in need of help.

Fauve

After speaking with the alabaster mare, Fauve turned to find yet another wandering into this place of danger. Looking back again at the house of doom, she thought, Heavens, what is this, a party? and dared a whicker at Phantom. Gods bless it, get away! If you respect your own flesh, run from here!

Phantom

Phantom halted and pinned her ears back. "What are you talking about, I'm perfectly fine where I am." she then turned and continued trotting around the ring, muscles ripling, mane flowing like pure water. She then continued looking for a human in need of help.

Fauve

A frantic note crept into her voice, still looking now and again back at the house. Fine for the moment, friend, but not long, if you stay here! The two-legs here have no love for horseflesh, only as a torture subject. Please, for your sake, flee! As she ramped and turned, her scarred flesh was prominently displayed, and there was barely an inch of her that did not bear a raised welt or thick white scar. Oh, if Doyle were to get a hold of Phantom...

Phantom

Phantom laughed behind her. She too was covered from head to hoof in scars. Scars from going through fires to save lives, Scars from running through barbed wire, Scars from the unimaginable just to save lives. Phantom knew of pain, she knew all too well. She then turned and bagan to walk in the other direction, still searching for a HUMAN in need of help.