It was hard living in a society where everybody looked different than you. Sometimes I would have to try to fit it better by spray-painting my fur.
My fur is black and striped white like a skeleton, everybody else's fur is white. Why I'm different? I have no clue. The herd despises me most of the time. I've been put into the lowest ranking, even though I've tried my hardest to work harder. And harder.
One time a jaguar attacked my village, the other horses said they SHOULD have sacrificed me, and would the next time it happened. My parents are royalty, even they look the same as everybody else. I've grown to learn its 'fair' because of my looks, that I should have the lowest ranking and the worst training and education.
They treat me like a young foal. I try to tell them "I AM NO FOAL" they laugh and carry on teaching me basic things I should have learnt years ago, and that I actually already know them, but they teach me the same things everyday; boring, to be honest. I do sometimes think of like outside the herd, and wonder if there is anyone who looks the same as me, and whether to run away.
I live in the palace, even though I am the lowest ranked. Many talk in whispers when they see me. 'its not fair that she looks like THAT and lives in the palace, and gets served the fanciest things.' or 'ew get away'
Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I could yell back "MY PARENTS ARE ROYALTY, ALSO ITS NOT MY FAULT I LOOK DIFFERENT."
She never actually saw her parents, or talked to them. They had nothing to do with their ugly daughter. They had royal things to do, probably. All in all she wished she looked different. Sure she sprayed her fur white all the time, but her hair stuck up and everybody recognised her and laughed.
But.. One fateful day. When it the weather gods were angry with eachother and poured down on them.
And she went out to buy vegetables for her grandma, because when it was raining everybody was inside and wouldn't see her.
But there was an other horse outside. She squinted. It was yellow instead of the normal white. But why yellow?
The horse noticed her. It grinned. "Hello!" The yellow horse said to her.
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