Category Archives: Quagga Journals

A collection of journal entries featuring the life of three fictional quaggas and one zebra.

Quagga Journal #1-4: Rupeo

“I was fortunate enough to find an area of good grazing grass for my herd, who are currently settling down to rest during the night. This land is of a wonderful quality which will surely keep everyone fed for a few days. My zebra herd’s foals are growing stronger and faster every day, a sure sign of any herd’s plentiful fortune. There have been no predator alerts for the past two days. It is needless to say that the herd is thriving and is predicted to continue so.

I truly wish I could speak the same for our quagga relatives. For every foal born to my zebra herd it appears that one from the quagga herd is lost. In times past we would see at least two quagga herds per week. Now we have not seen a single one in weeks. My herd’s last encounter with a quagga was many weeks ago before Clest decided to mover her herd south. A good many of our foals have never seen a quagga and do not know of them. I know it is my place to be celebrating the zebras’ good fortune but my heart goes out to the quagga herds in peril. Will there be any left before tomorrow’s sunrise?”

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Quagga Journal #1-3: Ghost

“Wake up!” I opened my eyes ready for the morning only to be greeted by the night’s darkness and my mother standing over me. She nudged me harshly and I stood up.  “What’s going on? I’m tired…I want to go back to sleep!”
    “Quagga hunters! They are still pursuing the herd. Also, the elephants told Clest there is another group of hunters to the north.” She turned to look at the mare Clest, the leader of our herd, who was talking to an unfamiliar quagga who is not from our herd.
    We had received warnings of hunters all through the evening and night. According to Clest, however, this was the most serious one yet. “We’re going to have to escape at a full gallop now if we even want a CHANCE at escaping,” she announced loud enough for the entire herd to hear. Everyone stood as still as a stone until Clest was finished speaking. “Run!”
    On her instruction, the entire herd took off flying at the fastest pace possible. “Run like you’re never ran before!” my mother frantically told me. Although this situation was the gravest the herd had even encountered, days like this are a typical part of being a quagga living in the African savannah.

Meet the Quaggas: Journals Posted!

I am starting to post my quagga journals :) They are released as posts and there is a guide in the sidebar containing links to all of them. Please check them out, I worked very hard on them! The journals follow the story of three quaggas and a zebra trying to survive on the harsh African savannah.

Along with my quagga journals I also hope to post some more artwork, specifically my horse artwork drawn on Paint. Don’t worry -there will be much more writing coming later. I am very busy at the moment and will get to it soon!

Quagga Journal # 1-2: Clest

The quagga is disappearing. It is a clear fact that as more hunters appear on the savannah plains, the number of quagga herd decrease. Many quagga have been needlessly slaughtered for “sport”, the lucky ones shipped off in unknown, dismal prisons called “zoos”. A village close by my herd’s grazing lands is expanding. Many European hunters with swift horses and deadly weapons have moved in, posing a crucial threat to the herd. For this reason I am forced to move my herd south. My herd was one of the most northern quagga herds. Moving south was only a temporary solution, unfortunately. We could only travel so far south until we were surrounded by the ocean on all three sides, hunters on the fourth. But for now, it was the only course of action possible. It is my duty as herd leader to ensure the welfare and survival of the herd.

Quagga Journal # 1-1: Zeine

After seeing the fellow members of my herd shot down around me my life forever felt empty and alone. My name is Zeine, and I was once the great leader of the Sunset Spring quagga herd. I know for a fact that I did not deserve to be leader. I couldn’t save my herd from the hunters -and I deserve to be killed along with them. Now I wander the vast and haunting savannah plains, hoping on a slim chance that I may find another quagga. As far as I know, sadly, I am probably the last wild quagga in existence. Since I started my journey I have not found any sign of a quagga. I also cannot return to my homelands, for a large group of hunters have set up camp.