Handcrafted By Confusing Love [Camden/Ashyyyy]

Life was capable of terrible things, that much he had been able to confirm throughout his own; he had long since realized that while some were able to remain within the heart, they would never be able to remain within life, and it's cruel charade. It had been said that humanity's true moral test, it's fundamental test, consists purely of those that were at it's mercy; animals. And, truth be told, animal abuse ran rampant in the world, right beneath the eyes of the government, purely for the entertainment of the public. The brutal confinement and pain of training methods of wild animals within the circus, the aquatic and theatrical shows powered forth by the punishment of retaliation. Unseen they suffered, unheard they drowned. He was said to have been one of the lucky ones, dragged from the deep end when faced with the blunt of his many hardships. However, now he was drowning once again, though he couldn't understand how the failed to realize it. Perhaps mankind had grown to purely expect all animals to be mellow, calm, obedient to the point of lifelessness. Perhaps they had grown to expect too much. His flaws, each and every counted, documented, yet only his physical wounds remedied. They could never fill the whole so deeply embedded within his soul, never heal the scars inflicted upon his heart, never repair him fully. Perhaps they suspected he was beyond their care and needed something more, or perhaps they had simply given up on him.

Either way, they'd left him there, with no more than a sign upon the gate to acknowledge the presence of the equine situated within the bland paddock. Indeed, his state was absolutely pitiful, and though the mud had been cleaned away under the safety of a tranquilizer, it simply revealed the extent of his wounds further to the public eye. The poor thing had remained in a sorry state in spite of the veternarian's best efforts, and despite having done a relatively good job repairing the broken bones and wielded, the vast scale of his wounds had left him appearing more like an equine incarnation of Frankenstein. There wasn't even a salesman, for they cared not for the fate of the equine, merely having stuck up a sign with his basic details and a quick account of the incident he had endured. He was alone, just as he always had been; only by illusion had he formerly led himself into the notion of being loved. There was no love left to spare for him in this world.

W O R D S
God knows.

T A G
@camdenhara played by ASHYY

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This is absolute friggin crap but hey it's something. Sorry for how short it is D: