Post by Rαyne on Aug 8, 2010 19:42:18 GMT -5
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The barn may seem old and raggedy, but it’s still in one piece, despite the years that it’s been around.[/blockquote][/size]
It used to belong to a successful farmer, until he packed up and moved to the inner city in an attempt to steer clear of the virus.
He used to raise horses—fine horses of all sorts and breeds, colors and disciplines. Though, he never did show them in local shows. He just kept them and raised them with love and care, keeping some for himself, but selling some others to those who showed interest and held his trust.
He had several dogs, some cattle, hens, and sheep.
Sometimes he had to resort to sorts of violence to protect his dear animals, since the woods were nearby—sometimes too close for his liking. However, he tried every option first before ever using a gun—and that, in turn, seemed to buy him some of the respect of the wild animals and shape-shifters alike.
But good times don’t last forever. Before the farmer left the barn to the wilderness, he ventured out to the fields, planting wild wheat and grass that he knew would grow on its own, year after year, and nourish all sorts of animals—including his horses.
Once all the fields were tended to, he set each of his animals free—horses, sheep, cattle, and dogs. He could take none to the city, but he wasn’t going to allow them to be used as food for the growing city. Therefore he kept his territory in his name and set the animals free within its borders.
The barn is known to have a strange feeling about it. It’s a bit cozy and protective. Some of the hens and dogs still claim their home here, and every now and then a horse or cow may wander in. However, it’s peaceful most of the time—some say they can still feel the love that the farmer put into it.