My mom named my Undying Hope. The slavers don't like wordy names. To them, I'm known as Mouthful. I'm ten years old and haven't seen my mom since I was five. I don't know who my Dad is. My owner hates me and doesn't feed me. One day, he takes me out on a slaving run across the frozen wastes to capture and kill other ponies. You'd think that life couldn't get much worse than this. You'd be wrong. My entry for the 500 FOE member contest Vector art by Deviantart's Kallado. Used with permission.