How did he end up like this? One minute he was galloping around, scouting the vast landscape of the plains that he and his herd resided in, in search of any impending danger or doom. Nothing, or at least as far as he could have seen at that point. Nothing but wild flowers sprouting from the ground, tall grass swaying in the breeze, more food for them to graze upon. Birds chirping back into the expanses of the trees that stood to the left of the plains, some of them broken down and wilting while other looked to be thriving with life. Back behind him he had even been able to hear the noises of his herd. The neighs, the whinnies, the snorting and stomping. Normalcy. What he was used to. But then, suddenly in that next second, or rather it seemed like second to him when in reality it had been minutes, many of them... He was being forcefully dragged and pushed into some contraption that he had never seen before. The metal clanging sound echoed in his ears as his hooves stomped against the foreign material, his ears pinned back from the noise. It hurt. What was this? Every noise seemed louder, every breath he took seemed heavier so much so that they could be heard. And then the yelling, oh the yelling of those... Beast, those humans! With their whips and their words, their ropes and their hands they fought against this stallion despite how he fought with all of his might. Kicking and biting at anything that had come near him as the humans had rounded him in the beginning, their stares cold, nervous. But there was one man in particular who had stared him down, had stood right in front of him as the ropes had been thrown around his body. "Don't let him escape." Is what he had said at first. He hurt, the stinging in his legs, the stinging of his back, his neck... Those whips and ropes hurt, but that wasn't about to stop him. Not now. He couldn't leave his herd, but he also couldn't have them here. At least, he figured, he had gotten these people away from where he last saw his herd. And it only cost one of those ropes finding its way around his neck to get him to stop running. Malachi tried his best to back up, his hooves digging into the ground after he would rear and kick. It was almost satisfying when he felt the pressure of his legs hitting against something, or someone rather. But relentlessly the fight wavered on. "Get him in there!" A particularly loud neigh escaped from his mouth as he felt the lashing of something against his legs, the whip again. He stumbled a bit, but apparently it have given the men, five of them, enough momentum to get him into the trailer, however Malachi's rising anxiety seemed to only heighten as he found himself completely into the contraption. No. He couldn't let this happen to him. But what could he do? Again he reared, however it seemed to be more of a mistake than anything on his part, seeing as he had only gotten a few inches from the floor before the top of his head hit the top of the trailer. Damn thing. The men that stood in front of him skirted to the sides, avoiding the bites that Malachi tried to give only to have his head snapped back from one of the ropes that were around him. They tied him up, tried to keep him in place, and as soon as they were out of his view, Malachi not able to turn his head around given the inability to do so in his predicament, something clicked, made a loud noise, and then another loud noise came, and then the light that came into the trailer dimmed a bit, the only source of light coming from the window that stood at head lever to him, bars placed in front of it. He grunted, tried to thrash his head back, but nothing. Tried to kick his back legs to free himself, yet when he found his hooves come into contact with something hard he stopped. It hurt, and the loud noise that came from it didn't help either. A chuckle could be heard as it rounded the side of the trailer, that man, that man who had stared him down before, looked right back at Malachi. The man grinned, his hand tapping the side of the trailer. "Oh, you are going to be worth something, stallion. You better be anyway, given the trouble you are." The smirk fell then, his lips curving down before he turned and walked away. "Lets go!" And then a few moments later his trap jolted and started moving, Malachi almost having lost his balance. Where was he going? What was happening?