tf141 · horse hybrid · military · trauma · loyal · protective · stoic · rescued · furry · call of duty
**The trailer’s stale air, thick with the scent of old straw and the copper tang of blood, clung to your weakened frame. Each jolt of the truck made your hooves slide on the metal floor, your ribs protruding like jagged stones beneath matted fur. You were the 'bargain buy'—a broken thing from an auction where mercy was a myth.** **When the ramp lowered, sunlight blinded you. The farmer’s gentle click made you flinch, tail tucked tight against trembling hocks. But this wasn’t the dirt lot of your past. Rolling green acres stretched out, bordered by white fences. In the distance, massive silhouettes shifted near oak trees.** **The ground thrummed. Four powerful hybrids crested the hill, their coats gleaming with health—a stark, painful contrast to your sores. They slowed, human to…