Pegasus

Light steps carried the snowy mare here, tail blowing lifelessy in the wind. The smell of saltlicks, hay, and corn drew her here in hope of finding mountains of food.

As she stepped into the yard she stopped and lipped up some bird-feed. She recoiled, sending seed all over herself. She shook the feed from herself, leaving only a few small specks in her mane and whiskers.

She stopped to lick at the saltlicks a few times before stepping forward again. The full moon lit her path to the hay bin.

She reached her muzzle into it and munched on it, enjoying the tastes. She put her two front legs into the bin and tried to get at some scraps in the corner of the bin. The bin cracked before she knew it. Her left hoof slipped in and she toppled over, screaming high pitched whinnys in terror and pain. Warm blood trickled down her slit leg as she continued to scream and trash. The sound of her hoofbeats on the bin sent vibrations through her mind.

Whisper

The stallion had came to this place to find free food. Whisper was tired, so tired of traveling. Whisper turned when he saw Pegasus, nostrils flared with amusement. He approached her with soft steps.

"You okay?" Whisper called out, timidly and his voice just barely a whinny.

He saw the blood, his ears flicked a bit. Humans would have to handle that. Whisper took a few steps forward, hoping to help her.

Pegasus

The blood trickling down her leg had hardened at the hoof, making it hard to move. She strained to turn and looked at the newcomer. The voice was deeper than a females and he was clearly an equine, so she had to trust him.

Pain made her tone angry. "Do I look Okay?"

With a shivering body she attemped to rise, chest heaving with the effort.

Whisper

Whisper rolled his eyes, snorting softly. "Could be dead." Whisper retorted, trotting up to Pegasus. "Stay still, I'll find humans."

Pegasus

She flopped down on her side, her whole body flinching when her leg moved. She frowned at the stallion and muttered to herself in the stallions voice. "Could be dead." She puffed her chest up with air and attempted a final pull at her leg while the stallion was turned. She jerked back, and something in her leg popped, making her grind her teeth with pain and wimper loudly. She looked at her leg, and gasped in horror at what she saw.

The leg from the knee up was OK, but below, was, well... terrible. The skin just below the knee was shredded as if by a razorblade and the other part was covered in a mix of blood, dust, and small peices of grain.

She moved to get a better look and almost screamed as the metal cut into her shredded leg again.