SHADiN

Droplets of crimson blood oozed from the little holes poked into his skin as the large stallion walked painfully along the grass. His solid black pelt, with the exception of a white diamond on his chest, was particially bathed in blood. His entire front side was strung with barbed wire. It was quite evident, as it coiled and tightened for each step he took, loosening for only a moment before repeating all over again. It was quite painful, with the small metal spikes digging into his flesh. Pieces were crossing this way and that, tied to his body. However it happened, he didn't know, but all he did was take a jump. It'de take a good amount of pressure to cut through the metal wiring, since it was twisted in ways that would be next to impossible to simply take off.
Taking a deep breath which was as light as he could make it to avoid tightening the wire any closer to his body, he came to a halt. He was in a bad position. It'de be nearly impossible to run away from any preditors, and be just as hard and risky to move as well. He wished he could lower his head, but because of the barbs, it'de only stab at his neck too. His ebony body was still. His bright blue eyes, a lighter hue of sapphire, stared out across the prairie. He couldn't concentrate very well with this pain coursing through his legs and chest. He was unable to eat as well, for he couldn't get his mouth to the ground. The tall grass was much better, but now he wasn't feeling so hungry. Not a very good thing to have wrong.

Eli Fisher

Eli limped to the prairie, covering his left shoulder with his right hand. He felt pain with every step. He was ready to fall down and go to sleep, until he saw a familiar creature. It was a horse, of course. He remembered what those were. He was still in his imaginary war, though. "Here, boy. Come on..." He called softly, reaching out his hand. He pulled his arm back when he saw the horse's condition. He slowly and painfully made his way to Shadin, reaching out to stroke his face. If the horse accepted this, he could get the wire off. He gritted his teeth when he moved his injured shoulder, trying not to startle Shadin.

Shadin

All Shadin wanted to do was lye down and fall asleep. He hadn't rested efficiently since last night, being in such condition. The barbs dug into him like knives stabbing slabs of butter. Any moment now, he felt as though he would topple over from blood loss and faint.
Just then, his auds caught a sound of grass crunching. Someone, or something, was near. He could feel it. He squinted his bright eyes a bit against the sunlight, wondering what it was, a bit fearful, and then a bit... Not. When he finally seen it was a human, and smelled the drifting scent, his muscles loosened and he relaxed, but not much. The throbbing pain kept him tense. As much as he wanted to start toward the human, he decided against it. He was to wince at first, and that was enough to keep him back, since his fore legs were becoming achy and stiff.

As the human reached out, he studdied the hand with his eerie yet calm eyes. He stood there silently, feeling as though his energy had all been wiped away as he stood there unmoving. Then the hand made contact with his face, and he welcomed it with a much needed stretch of his sore neck. So, neither were in such great condition, he noted as he finally realized the human's shoulder seemed torn. He wasn't looking very well. The two had to be a sight for sore eyes.

Eli Fisher

Eli began to stroke Shadin's face, then moved in closer. "What happened here?" He said to himself, examining the wire. He reached his free hand out to the wire, keeping his other hand on the horse's face. He slowly began pulling the wire out, and, if Shadin didn't struggle, he could get all of it. "Are you gonna put up a fight, or am I gonna help you?" He chuckled.

Shadin

Shadin simply stood there, not daring to move his body. The hand resting on his face calmed him, but the pain was intense. He wanted to neigh out, break away, shred the wire right off himself. But he couldn't. He was confined by the barbs, and he just then came back to reality when the human began to pull at the wire. As much as he resented putting up a fuss, the pain was powerful, and he couldn't stop it from triggering his muscles. He took a few fast, sharp steps backward, in a way as if trying to escape from the wiring. However, it did no good, and he stopped. He resented just standing there, while it felt as though he was being skinned of his flesh alive. He gave a harsh snort, eyes examining the human once again now, as he suddenly started pounding mindlessly at the ground. He barely even noticed what he was doing. The wire was, by now, looser than it had been, and there probably wasn't much left to untangle. But until he was free of it, he'de wouldn't be at ease.

Eli Fisher

Eli continued to gently untangle the wire and pull it from Shadin's flesh. "There, boy." He said softly. "Now why would somethin' like you be around here at a devastating time like this?..." He still lived in his imagined war brought on by amnesia. "Your home must have been raided. Poor thing." His thick gloves helped to protect his hands from being stabbed by the barbs. "Almost done..." He sighed, untangling the last bit of wire.

SHADiN

The tall black stallion snorted again, wincing every once in a while as the human pulled the barbs from his flesh. It'de probably become infected, with all of those little pricks and nicks across his front side, unless he got some medicine or something to cover them. However, he wasn't thinking of any infection. He had always been a healthy, lively horse. He couldn't think of being sick in a stall.
Suddenly, he remembered the barbs again, and once the tangled mess finally fell from his body, he backed away and gave a half rear, lifting his front up and shaking his fore legs at the air. It felt so good to be out of that wire. The holes poked into his skin were still a bit stingy and flamed, but he ignored that. Once he landed, he stared hard at the human. He did nothing more, no showing of thanks. He was tense and stiff, the last droplet of blood dribbling out of a wound, before trickling down his chest and over the whispy white diamond. He probably looked like a mess from the front, but he didn't care. He could get it all taken care of, if only he could find a stream or something. Snorting once more, he reached out to sniff at the human, keeping his flaring nostrils about an inch or so from the two-legged. He had no reason to fear them, and no reason to simply leave.

Eli

Eli smiled when the last of the wire came out, then he watched Shadin rear. "Good boy." He said, stepping closer to the stallion. He reached his hand out to the side of Shadin's neck and rubbed it. He spoke softly as he did this, and he hoped the horse wouldn't run.

SHADiN

Shadin could already begin to feel as though a weight had been lifted off of his forelegs, as the bloody wounds clotted and ceased their bleeding. Despite his size, he felt light as a feather. How could a human do so much as to release him from those barbed wires? Giving his head a small shake, auds flickering, he watched the human with his bright eyes once more. He was an interesting horse, one of a beyond unique coloring. The humans at the racing stable had always called it his "trademark." He was proud of himself, to say the least. Shadin kept those blue eyes focused in on the human, as the hand began to easily rub against his soft neck. His auds swiveled as he heard the creature speaking, and he almost felt a certain remorse for not being able to understand such speech. If there was anything to be heard, that is. He then swung his elegant head around to the side and nudged at Eli's arm, his motions a bit rough. Yet what could you expect from a horse? Not a little pat; no, Shadin always put pressure into it.

Eli

Eli's motions were smooth, so as not to startle Shadin. He had never seen a horse with such unique coloration before. This was his first time handling a horse, so he had no idea how to be kind to one. He chuckled when the horse nudged his arm. Stepping around to Shadin's side, he attempted to mount the horse so he could go for a ride. This would be the first time he rode a horse, if the horse was willing to carry a human around on his back.

SHADiN

Shadin was as calm as calm could be. The barbed wire was left lying on the ground a couple feet from him, and as long as he didn't have to go to them, he'de be perfectly fine with anything. Yet, his front side was still dirty and bloody from the barbs.
Snorting, he kept his head turned to watch the human. His auds swiveled around to face Eli, as the two-legged attempted to mount his back. The stallion stood stock still, though tried taking a small step forward. Not a very good thing to do for a human, but he didn't know much better. After all, he was out here, with some new human, so who would notice?
Not a new horseman, no way. Or so Shadin thought. Once the human was mounted, his fore legs trembled just a bit for a couple seconds, and then were fine afterwards. It felt wierd to have a human on your back after a couple days of no riding. Oh, he hadn't been ridden before the storm, either, but that was only for one day. He had been training to race then, but it looked like he'de never be in a real race now. He didn't care, but he did love running.
Sighing, black sides heaving greatly, he looked out across the prairie. The grass wasn't so high atop a horse, and it wasn't even that tall to Shadin, either, but he was a Thoroughbred. They were naturally taller than most. He simply stood there, and then pawed briskly at the ground with a strong forehoof. He wanted to get moving, if he was to be ridden. He had been taught manners, though, and decided to show them for once.

Eli

Eli didn't know much about riding horses, either. All he knew was that to get them to walk, you kick them with your heels. That was all he had seen, and he didn't even know if that was the right technique. Either way, he would do it. He gently kicked Shadin's sides with the back of his boots and hoped he was doing it right.

Shadin

At the first kick, not matter how light or hard it may have been, the stallion started off at a powerful canter. His legs reached out a bit farther than usually, stretching his limbs as he went along. The thought of the human never riding before hadn't crossed his mind. How could he not have ridden before? But either way, the horse's gait never slowed, yet maybe would seem to quicken a bit. Being a Thoroughbred, he also had naturally faster gaits than those of other horses. Finally, after getting situated, he changed course and headed to Pike's Lake, head held high.