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Post by }}Alanna on Jan 20, 2011 15:21:16 GMT -6
Come, grandchild, come. One must know one's history or one is destined to repeat it, and our history is not that which should be forgotten. Come, now. I have a story to tell, lying here waiting for death to take me. Listen closely, my children, for what I say will be of importance to you at a later date. Not now, perhaps, for it is difficult to understand the true meaning of things at your youth, but eventually...yes eventually, this will haunt your dreams...
Man. Not the brightest of beings if I do say so myself. We have them to thank for a few things, but mostly, they were a waste of intellect. 200 years ago, they died out. Since they were still using our ancestors as transportation, they tried to make the horse race perfect. They almost succeeded. Almost. Look at your fathers, your mothers. Does that look like perfection? No, of course it doesn't. They began the making of a ruthless and merciless race. Well, that's not fair of me. Not all horses are like that, just the vast majority. These...humans did experiments on our ancestors. What was once a common horse became a weapon.
After they died out, well, you see what happened. Survival of the fittest and all that. Now, hardly anything will attack a horse except another horse, though here on the island the cougars and wolves are slowly beginning to get braver. Speaking of the island. It takes fourteen days to run the length and breadth of the island but only one day and one night to traverse the ice between the mainland and the Northern Pointe. Since it only freezes once per winter for only a little while, the island is relatively elite. The best of the best are here, others don't live long enough to cast their help into the gene pool. Yes, this is only the ramblings of an old nag, but eventually...yes, eventually you will understand. Go now. I may die in peace.
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