Cut and pasted from a log:

You: Life for me began in the way it always does, or at least should, for a horse.
in the middle of a field of tall grass, surrounded by the herd.
Snow Brewster: a peaceful life
You: For me things were simple back then, I was a lot simpler too. Follow my mom, pay attention to the stallion, try not to get in too much trouble.
Snow Brewster: hehe i like the tried part ;)
You: yeah well kids of all types will eventually. For the first three snows, I lived and grew with the herd
Snow Brewster nods and murrrs as she listens
You: those spindly sticks I stumbled around on grew out into big hooves, I took after my father in stature, my mother in coloring... He was a clydesdale, she was a grey Shire.
Snow Brewster: nods o.o
You: As time passed, I was being groomed to take over the herd. Then came the day everything changed... We didnt even know what a man was before that day. but a group of them appearred in a flash of light
Snow Brewster perks her ears and listens
You: THey came, and captured several of us, the adolescent ones, The sounds they made were harsh and hurt the ears... they caught us in bonds of light, the last I remember of it was a painful shocking feeling, then blackness.
Snow Brewster: o.o sounds horrible dear
You: From the records I found later, they kept me in a tank for several years, implants, skeletal/muscular modifications, almost a total overhaul of the cerebrum. I remember once or twice waking in the tank, looking out and seeing the face of a young girl. I think she was the daughter of one of the technicians.
Snow Brewster: so they made you waht you are now?
You: Almost. Finally when I was released, I grew to learn that I was one of the few to actually survive the process. It's hard to spend time being number 42, so I was encouraged to choose a name for myself as they taught me how to speak, read. I slept in what amounts to barracks, with a small number of other experiments.
Snow Brewster: your very fortunate
Snow Brewster: others like you?
You: one or two, other species, mostly
Snow Brewster: ahh ok
You: While I was in training, I was an empty sponge, in some cases the instructors just handed me the books and let me be, using that time to help the slower ones. Before long I just wandered into the base Library and stayed there from wake up to lights out. I was being groomed for an officer position, or at least the leader of the rest. A major part of the training was in combat magic, and defensive shields. And that is the crux of these experiments. Why waste human lives, when you can build war machines to do the killing for you? That's essentially what we were considered in the long run, I learned this duting my time in the library, putting together pieces of the puzzle from history books and the occasional news paper I could find. I also learned a few more spells than they wanted any of us to because I had those special priviledges... and that was probably why they "decommissioned" me. I knew too much about their plans. I know if I hadn't managed the last chance spell long ago, I wouldnt be here today.
Snow Brewster: o.o
Snow Brewster: so how did you get here?
You: I was dead, they dumped me in the communal grave, then the spell kicked in
You: that's gonna be a while still
Snow Brewster: whats gonna be awhile
You: I woke up in a daze, I wanst sure who I was for a while, because the memories of the other "failures" around me were imprinted into me as well, a side effect of the spell.
I finally crawled out of the charnel pit and dissappeared into the forests. from what I recall I made something of a legend of myself before I found Slaytor, or when Slaytor found me. He was a hunter that was called upon to track me, the raging beast of the woods down. You: the fight was long, and we fought to a standstill, finally we started talking. You: He realized just what I was and my potential... and he took me to a hermit wizard, who loved on an island. After a long time of self searching, I finally found myself again, and went into further training in the other sides of magic under the hermit
You: it was a while before I could return to the base. and by that time their experiment had succeeded, Animals, physically and magically tough, with incredible resistance to pain, with only knowledge of combat spells, left dumb enough to follow and not question orders. their operation had expanded threefold by the time I got back. and they had managed to erect a negation field around the base. Magic was useless inside except for the conversion room. I managed to sneak in through the "firing range" where they had the "soldiers" test their spells. it was the only part of the base not inside the field.
You: I found the tank room and hijacked one of the devices that permitted magic use.
You: the creation of a fireball is a magical process, but once it leaves the caster, it's a ball of fire, not much magic involved there. I destroyed that place to the last room. I carry with me a lot of scars from that.
Snow Brewster: o.o
You: Sadly, I couldnt save any of the experiments. they were all pitted agaisnt me, and wouldnt stop. The ones in the tanks were mindless, or mid way in the trasnformation process... I am glad I don't recall any of that. I managed to save one or two, due to be released days later. Sadly the humans learned of them and killed the "abominations" they called them. I ended a lot of lives. After I made sure that the base, the rersearch, and the idea would never be seen again, I opened a dimensional portal, and stepped through. it didnt matter whaere it went or what was on the other side. I've been dimension hopping ever since, this, and a few others are my favorites.I actually found my true home dimension. even my old herd.
Snow Brewster: wow o.o
You: I was too strange for them to begin with, and the memory of the upright ones.... It took me a while before they even let me get close.
Snow Brewster nods and smiles- but you did earn their trust yes?
You: but that is how it is for me