Truffle

A tall brown stallion was led into a lone pen on the outsides of the corral location. He didn't look too happy, either, as his 'owner' simply turned and left him, only giving him one last pat before leaving him. He was alone then, with no one to turn to. It wasn't that he needed someone to 'turn to', but he was stuck here now and no one could change that. His owner wouldn't be coming back, for he knew the troubles. Money. Whatever that was.

Truffle stood silently in his pen, pelt flinching at every little fly that landing on him. He gave a sigh, simply swinging his tail around and swatting the annoying bugs. He watched as horses and humans came and went, not really caring much of what they were doing, but thoughts more centered around his original home. Another light sigh slipped from his equine lips as he turned from them, walking to the far edge of the pen, and dropping his dial down to sniff and whiffle at the dusty dirt floor. Now he could wait and see if everyone else would simply avoid him, and if there was anyone around that even cared.

Fauve

No, he was not completely alone in his prison: across the way near a small house was a pen that rose nearly sixteen feet in the air, comprised of wooden slats for the bottom half, chain-link and barbed-wire as the top. Her deep-bay pelt shone with silver speckles, if one could see past the scarring to spot them. Perhaps it was because she was tired of being here, or because she was missing her family, or just because she was lonely, but she finally called out to Truffle. Hail! What misfortune brings you to this place of pain?

Truffle

Truffle thought he was the only one stuck in here indeed, that was until the mare spoke up. His auds flickered and he lifted his head to look in her direction and his eyes almost popped their sockets at the sight. A huge fence that looked like not even a tiger could burst through, and then the tiny little mare, at least compared to the pen, inside. He shuddered at that, but replied without question. "Uh, my recent owner just left me here, I'm not entirely sure why," he stated, feeling his sorrow welling up again. He would fight it though. "Why are you in such a giant pen?" he asked running his eyes over all the scars on her body, or at least that he could see. She was in worse condition than him.