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Thranduil and Josie Part 79- All Hallows' Eve

Summary: Happy Halloween! Narcisse is back and he's on a mission. One that is not incipiently accepted by his guard but he makes his stature and orders crystal clear, along with some underlying information. Stephane and his circle are ready to set sail. Josie awakens and reels in the breathtaking sight of her sleeping beauty. An intense feeling of dread sweeps over her. She wants some lovin but the King is reluctant to offer his services due to his guilt but his Queen is quite persuasive rendering Thranduil submissive. His soft side arises that only she brings out and he showers her with some very heartfelt words. Beautiful love is made and after, Josie has a breakdown. Thranduil shares something with her that takes her back to the beginning of their love story. Lestat requests a favor from Selene that offers her a precious reward. Josie and her three elves enjoy breakfast. Thranduil heads off to handle something. Haldir and Legolas get tipsy on the suds and begin their bantering. Josie escorts the drunk and disorderly elves to their chambers. Thranduil gets one hell of a surprising earful. What will he do now? The clock is ticking..............

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Castle Narcisse- All Hallows' Eve morning:

Stephane tended to his prize black stallion after the Friesian arrived in a frenzy only moments earlier without his rider, the Queen of the Woodland realm, you. After the terrified horse was calmed and secured back in his stall, Narcisse immediately went to converse with his guard. The meeting became somewhat heated as not all were on board with Lord Narcisse's plan. Normally Stephane would not involve himself or his people in vampire dealings but his soft spot for you overrode his ability to think rationally.

"Something is wrong! And when Jareth is involved, that is putting it mildly. And now I know....I know that the stories were true of the fire crazed dhampir. She lives and is on that mountain along with her lunatic black witch turned vampire mother. We must help the Queen. For something wicked is coming. I can feel it in my blood....death."

"My Lord, respectfully. The vampires...and the Queen of Mirkwood are none of our concern. It is too dangerous and could start a war if we intervene. I insist we remain neutral." Ashur, the assistant deputy bravely stated to the highly agitated Narcisse.

"You insist nothing! I give the orders or have you forgotten your place in my Kingdom? Josephine has no refuge. Merely that of 3 weaponless elves. Aragorn and Haldir's guard have left."

My Lord, and she is merely one woman. To risk all of our men for that is ill-conceived and quite frankly....asinine."

She is one woman...with child! And she is one of us, although her powers have not yet come to fruition which puts her in extreme danger!"

"One of us?" Asher asked in confusion. "She's a mortal."

"And that is where you are wrong you unmindful oaf. She is a white witch. A lady of light. I knew her father, a warlock such as I. He was a good man and lived in the light as well. But no one dared cross him because he, like I, have a side you do not want to meet. And then there's Jareth, one of Julian's 6 brothers, the 3rd born. The bad seed. With him being in her orbit, I doubt it's coincidental. There is only one other that still lives, Harker the 6th born, but I have not seen him in centuries. I always wondered what had become of Josephine when Julian passed away. And then one day, she shows up here. It was meant to be. I will help her. WE will help her. The waters of the black Rhun have settled. The barge will need prepared. It is faster and there is no time to waste. Now that you are all up to speed... You will follow me!"

Back at Chateau de Lioncourt:

You awoke dream free for once, snuggly wrapped in the arms of the man you adored and were crazy in love with. Thranduil was soundly asleep and all you could do was just gaze at his beauty. His furry brows that reminded you of black caterpillars. His luminous platinum strands of silk that said caterpillars create. His long lustrous lashes that you hoped Leann would inherit. His perfectly shaped plump lips that you so desired to kiss right then. You watched his chest rise and lower as his warm sweet smelling breath tickled your face. The light palpitations of his heartbeat could be felt as your hand laid upon his breast bone. You had never laid eyes upon anything so perfectly magnificent and disastrously beautiful. An overwhelming indescribable feeling weighed upon you that this day would be the last time you ever saw him. You prayed to god that your intrusive intuition was wrong. The thought of him ever being taken away scared the living hell out of you. You would never survive it.....

You placed the back of your hand on his temple and softly glided it down his supple cheek, then you brought your lips to his and pressed them gently together. Thranduil's hand flowed from your back to your face, slipping his fingers up into your hair and took your mouth fully into his. He had thought he was dreaming but quickly snapped out of his temporary daze and ceased the passionate kiss. Thranduil then sat up. "Hey...baby. What is wrong?" you asked in a whiny voice as you sat up beside him.

He turned his face to you and forced a smile. "Nothing is wrong my love. All is perfect with you here."

"Then why did you pull away from me? That kiss was....so nurturing yet amatory. Do you regret it? Do you not....want me?"

The King's heart sank. He placed the back of his hand on your cheek and held it there. "Of course I want you and no, I do not regret it. I..." His face fell.

"You...what?"

"I...do not want you to feel that I only desire you for intimate pleasures."

This was all your fault for telling him you only felt like his equal in the bedroom. The fact that he took it to heart and cared for your feelings when you accused him of not doing so, stunned you. "Thranduil....my sweet diplomatic King that no one else sees. How I adore thee. I said things I should not have. I know damn well I am not just merely a pleasure of the flesh to you. After all we have been through? Thranduil....we fell in love. You asked me to marry you and I did. The love making is a greatly desired bonus indeed. How could I ever have any complaints about that? The only time that would ever happen is if you stopped touching me....like right now." Your unintentional puppy eyes made Thranduil fall to pieces.

"My love...it takes every ounce of strength in me not to touch you. If you only knew how difficult is was for me when I first laid eyes upon you as you stood before my throne shaking like a frightened mouse. I wanted to wrap my arms around you and make you feel safe but you did not know me. You already feared me. I did not want to intensify that. I wanted to gain....earn your trust. My desire to touch you has always been there just to feel you. You are like a delicate flower to me. Your skin is of the soft silk petals. Your hair is of the sweet invigorating fragrance. Your body is of the fragile stem that I hold carefully and dearly in my hands. And your heart....your heart is of the unique beauty of every flower on earth combined. I have plucked you from the ground....literally and I have not watered you properly or given you the sunshine you require and so deserve to thrive. I have let you wilt....and at times, almost die. My actions have caused your petals to fall to the ground and my words crushed them beneath my feet."

The King sat with his head lowered as you stared at him with tears flowing like a river. You had never heard such poetic love. And it came straight from his heart. A heart you knew his mother was responsible for even after it had been abused so many times in his centuries. Resilient he certainly was. A vigorous spring. A strength carried on by his father but even the Elvenking needed love. Real love. Your love.

You took his face into your hands. "My King. My eternal flame. Your words mend all that has been broken. But you paint me of innocence when I too have not watered you properly. If I am any flower, it is that of a rose for I am full of many thorns that have cut you so deep no matter how carefully your hands tried to hold me. I am undeserving of the garden you planted me in. I am poison ivy." You began to sob and tried to get out of bed. Thranduil grabbed your hand and yanked you back with your nose right against his.

"Yes. You are poison. You are my poison as I am yours. But we are also each other's only antidote. Without you, I will die." He then delved his mouth over yours with a deep passionate kiss. You let out a meep and entwined your arms around his neck, kissing him back intensely. The clothing you had both fallen asleep in found itself being ripped off by each other's hands and thrown to the ground. He laid you back on the bed and stroked your cheek as he gazed into your teary eyes. "I have also made you feel like only our daughter mattered to me. Do you see now? How untrue that is." You nodded as tears kept falling beyond your control and another meep escaped your lips. "I love you my sweet Josephine."

His mouth fell back over yours and his tongue serenaded yours sweetly. He slowly moved his body on top of you as you spread your legs with desperate invitation. No foreplay was offered as his cock was ready, willing and able 5 minutes ago. He just wanted to make sweet love to you instead of making you feel like a sex object like he had done nights ago. He vowed to never treat you that way again even if you enjoyed it....even if he enjoyed it. It wasn't his style...not with you anyways. That sex capade was fueled by his insecurities and he felt such shame over it. This time, he was going to show you how much he truly loved you.

The head of his cock easily found your wet heated entrance with no assistance from his hand and he gently pushed into you. You gasped and softly cried out his name. Your hips slowly rocked back into his shallow thrusts until he was fully penetrated and then he began to grind deeply. Velvety moans repeatably rolled out of his mouth as your hands caressed his smooth back. You reciprocated with subtle pants as you both gazed into each other's eyes. His eyes then became darkened as his breathing escalated. This and the feel of his cock thickening inside your walls was a forewarning of his climax which teased your release to the point of no return. Your legs wrapped tightly around him as your body was overcome with tremors. "Thr...Thran..Thranduil!!" you cried in fast whispered pants as your orgasm took control of you. You had looked into his eyes the entire time and that sent him spinning into a euphoric eruption. The groan that crawled up his throat almost sounded painful. And then the most beautiful thing happened. His scars began to surface. Thranduil's vulnerable side. He could be himself with you so he shut down his magic shield, revealing his true form as he sent his love raging into you.

His cock pulsated so strongly that it instantly drove you through another release. Your cries and bunting of your hips furthered him into another of his own within seconds of his last. This had never happened before. Something magical was happening. You figured he was probably done after such a powerful expulsion, but you should have known better. He was an elf and his sex drive was out of this world as was he. Third time was always a charm with your King. He began completely withdrawing and then filling you up. Over and over. This maneuver drove you wild and he knew it. He knew all of your sexual cravings....and you knew his. You began to thrust your hips into each of his slippery entries as his cock was covered in both of your prior releases. Both of his hands clenched the pillow you laid upon. His eyes cramped shut as his mouth opened wide and out came your name in a stuttered pattern as his warm essence shot into you. The way he stammered your name in pleasure sent an electric shock through you. Your head arched back and your hands lit up in a soft blue tone as your walls released an orgasmic ocean wave over him.

You began to lightly sob. "Thranduil....I...I am..."

He was skin to skin and nose to nose with you. His hand stroked the top of your head. "My sweet girl...why do you cry?" he asked with his head tilted.

"Because...I...I am so...scared." You then began to bawl. Thranduil rolled off of you and scooped you against him.

"My Josephine. Hush my love. I am here. What are you frightened of?"

"Of....of...of losing you. I just want to leave here and go home! With you! Something don't feel right. The dreams I've had, the things Raven had told me, my mother's and her threats against you...Thranduil....my intuition is never wrong and I'm scared to death. I want to go home!!! You are my home. You are home to me!!" You shouted and began to hyperventilate.

He sat you up and held you tight as you cried into his chest. "Look at me my love." You raised your snot filled face to his as you gasped for air. "Shhhhhhhhh." he breathed softly over your lips as his forehead pressed gently upon yours. 'Listen."

Your mind opened and you heard it....the song that played when you first danced with him. Then you saw his memory of it. Immediately, you began to relax. He was calming you.

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When it was over, you gazed at him in awe. "I want to go back....I want to go back to where it all began and be happy again...with you."

"I promise you my lady, my Queen, my one true love. I will take you home as soon as it is safe for you to travel. The weather is lightening. Let us get through this masquerade ball and then we will make the attempt to go. It's only one more day."

"Exactly. One more day, so why can't we just go now?"

"Because you still need answers from your mother about your father. You will never be at peace until you know."

"Thranduil....she's not just going to admit anything? How am I supposed to find out?"

"I will find out. Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do. With my life. But how?"

"Caroline will make a mistake. Her kind always does and I will be there when it happens. Raven too. After last night's stunt, she will eventually go to her mother. She's not strong enough on her own after being sheltered all of her miserable life. I think it is safe to say Marius and Lestat are not going to help her, so that leaves Caroline."

"Thranduil...no. You have to stay away from my mother. She's angry you told me of you and her all those years ago and..... my dream... it...."

"Your dreams are not always correct. They have metaphorical meanings most of the time. Josephine...I would never touch her again, not even with my sword if I did not need to.... And I most certainly would never eat or drink anything she offered, so she will not be able to poison me. Come my love. Let us bathe and go for a walk about the premises to figure things out.... together. Would you like to join me in the bath?" he asked and gave a sly smirk. Your King stood there with a red satin sheet only covering his "essentials". Lord what a sight. You wore an evil grin and ripped the sheet from his body as you giggled.

"Gotta catch me first." you said in a daring way.

"Ohhhh you really should not challenge me." Thranduil smiled as his cock began to coagulate from your baiting of him. He dashed off after you. Over the bed you ran, both of you laughing hysterically as he caught you in mid air when you jumped off the end. You wrapped your legs around him and you both stared at each other. "Im mel cin nin lend gwen. So limb." (I love you my sweet girl. So much.) He placed a chasmic kiss on your lips and carried you off to the bath.

Earlier during the witching hours:

"Selene....come out, come out wherever you are." Lestat chanted in a wily manner as he walked around the grounds. There was a mild thunderstorm occurring which was a good thing for you and the others as it would help melt the snow. There she was, up on one of the balconies of an empty wing of the castle.

"What do you want? To kill me for stalking your sweet Caroline?"

Lestat let out a chuckle. "She's nothing of sweet and in no way mine. But that is why I am here. Are you going to come down or do I have to get a kink in my neck looking up at you?"

"I'll stay where I am thank you."

"Alright, a kink it is. Pardon my....appearance. I just finished my dinner." he quipped. "I need you to carry out a small task for me."

Now Selene chuckled. "What could I possibly do for you? And why would I for that matter?"

"Because I know where something is that you want...or I should say someone. Does the name....Michael Corvin ring a bell?"

Selene immediately jumped down to him. "Where! Where is he??" she snarled.

"Now now...if you want to know, you must do as I ask. When I am satisfied with the task at hand, you will receive your information. Do we have a deal?"

Selene would do anything to find Michael. "Alright. What do I need to do?"

"Return to castle Corvinus and speak with Armand and Maharet. Invite them to the masquerade ball this evening. Masks are not required." he grinned.

"Wait...you want me...to go speak with vampires you and Marius are very well acquainted with....to invite them to your party? And just for doing this, you'll tell me where Michael is? There has to be more to this."

"Indeed there is. Did you think it would be that simple? Armand and Maharet are the rulers there now as you know but I need something from them. Another task...per se. You see...I have something they want but it would not be warranted for me to ask of it since I...and Marius are also guilty of a crime...harboring Caroline and Raven, known to them as Clover. And by you doing this, it should give you satisfaction that Caroline will be taken out just like you have wanted for so long and you won't even have to break a nail. They are more inclined to listen to you since you are Viktor's daughter. I need you to persuade them into agreement that no others here shall be harmed, including myself and Marius, only the two thorns in my side. And they will get a front row seat as well if they attend the party, as so will you. I offer you an invitation as well."

"You want them to send the death dealers. I see. Lestat, what if they refuse. Then they will know what you've done and still come for you."

"No. Armand and Maharet will not let that happen. They will understand why I did it and they will be quite satisfied in finally getting what they have wanted for 20 years handed to them on a silver platter. Caroline and Clover's heads on a spike. Chop chop, pardon the pun. Time's a waistin."

"Swear to me you will not fuck me over if I do this."

"I will do as I said if you succeed in what I ask. So you better be quite convincing."

The vampiress then flew off in desperation. She was willing to do whatever it took to get Michael back. Even trusting Lestat and his faulty plan. She had a very bad feeling about it. Caroline and Clover were not going to be an in and out task. They would fight to their deaths which endangered the others. The only advantage she saw was that they wouldn't see it coming.

You and Thranduil dressed to go eat and see what you both could find out. Upon entry of the dining room, Haldir and Legolas were already there stuffing their faces. Marius looked on out the window, most likely keeping an eye out for Raven. Lestat was not present and neither was Caroline.

"We should go thank Marius for what he did last night." you suggested to an unwilling Thranduil. Although you knew your King was grateful he offered assistance in saving Moose and the horses, the scowl on his face told you he still would not lower himself to offer praise to a vampire.

"Go ahead my love. I will join my son and Haldir and wait for you before I begin."

"Thranduil...please. Go ahead and eat. I won't be long."

"As you wish my love." Off he went, but his first stop was the bar.

As you approached Marius, he already knew you were there and turned to greet you with a kind smile. He also knew why you wanted to speak with him.

"Your gratitude is not necessary."

"But it is Marius. You saved our horses and stopped the fire. So...thank you."

"But I have not immobilized Raven. She lurks. I can feel her. I suggest you all stay inside until I can contain her."

"Noted. What will you do with her when you catch her?"

"That will be up to Lestat. The dungeons will most likely be her new residence, or...he may banish her."

"Hey...while I have you here. Garrett...he told me he would keep the painting. Has he....come for it?"

"No, I am sorry Josephine. I have not seen him. I will hold it for him."

You felt so sad inside. He truly was not going to come back. At least while you were here. "Ok. Thank you...again."

You went to the table and sat beside your husband. All four of you ate and conversed for quite some time as you then heard the clock strike noon. "My love....I am going to go take care of that business we spoke about. Please, stay here with Legolas and Haldir until I return."

"What? No...Thranduil. You should not go off alone!"

He stroked your cheek. "My dear one. Did you not witness in this very room what I am capable of?"

He was basically asking you to have some faith in him. "Yes. Of course. I know you can handle your own, but that does not stop me from worrying."

He kissed your forehead. "I will not be long." He was going to go whether you liked it or not.

You sat with the boys while they indulged on the beer they loved so much. "You guys do realize we have a party to attend in a matter of hours and here you are at high noon getting blitzed."

They both laughed. "That is why we are drinking now. To help us endure the fact that were are going to party with vampires. Not exactly our cup of ale like it seems to be yours." Haldir blurted out.

"Ouch." you whispered and stared at him. You didn't think he was mad at you about Garrett but apparently he was, unless seeing you happy with Thranduil again set him off.

"I...I am sorry Jo. I did not mean..."

"Yes you did. I thought you were my friend. I have rarely seen you since we have been here and I miss you and all you wanna do is throw insults at me. Nice Haldir. Nice." You got up in tears and went to leave.

"Whoa hey hey, where are you going? You cannot leave. You heard the King." Haldir said as he ran after you and took ahold of your hand.

"I don't care. I am not going to sit here where I am not wanted." you barked with a sniffle.

"Nice going Haldir. You made her cry." Legolas came up to you. "You alright? You are certainly wanted." Legolas realized that did not sound right and cleared his throat. "I..I meant that...I do not wish for you to go."

"You are such a suck up. I did not mean to make her cry. Why do you not go back to the table and mind your own business." Haldir snapped to Legolas.

Legolas' mouth formed a devious grin. "Why do you not make me tough guy." Haldir then formed a matching grin.

"Ok...enough! Is this all the two of you ever do is bicker?? God, I so do not need this right now." You threw your hands over your face and began to sob.

"God, Jo...I am sorry. What is wrong sweetheart?" Haldir asked as he pulled you into a hug. He then whispered in your ear. "I am so sorry I made you cry."

Legolas rolled his eyes. "Josie, please. Come back and sit with us until my father returns. We will be good. Right Haldir?"

Haldir smiled sweetly at you. "Yes. We will." As he turned to go sit, he stumbled. You grabbed him and helped steady him upright.

"Are you alright Haldir?? How much did you drink?"

"More than a few I suppose." he answered in embarrassment.

"More like a dozen." Legolas corrected sarcastically.

"And you did not??" Haldir reeled at the harping Prince.

"I think you both should go sleep this off so that you are alert and prepared for this evening. I will come with you and stay in your room until Thranduil comes for me. Marius? When he comes back, will you inform him where we went please?"

Legolas smirked at Haldir.

"If I did not see two of you right now, I would kick your lily arse. One of you is bad enough." Haldir snarked as you all walked out. Dear god, you thought. These two were something else.

When you all got to their chambers, Haldir immediately plopped onto the bed. "Are you sure you are alright? You seem a bit out of sorts."

"It is usually referred to as drunk Jo." Haldir chortled. "I will be fine with some sleep. That ale comes from Dorwinion you know. Strong shit."

"Ok potty mouth. Close your eyes." You giggled and sat beside him rubbing his hair. The only time the marchwarden swore was when he was angry or intoxicated....and he was both.

It was only seconds and Haldir was out like a light. "You know he did this to drown his sorrows. I do not think he will ever be over you." Legolas informed as he looked down. Something told you he was also speaking for himself.

You gazed at the sleeping elf. "I never meant to hurt him. I wish I could take his pain away."

"Yes well...he will just have to get over it like a big boy." Again you felt he was stating his own feelings. Off he went to the couch and laid down.

"Are....you ok? Legolas...you know I have missed you also. I have not meant to make you feel..."

"I am good. Just feeling...out of sorts myself." He cut you off and closed his eyes. Ughhhhhh you yelled inside your head and climbed over Haldir to lay down too while waiting on the return of the King.

As Thranduil was walking through the halls, he went to turn a corner and had the fortunate mishap of seeing Raven enter Caroline's room. She was in a rush and did not notice Thranduil as he quickly stepped back. With great stealth, he approached the room and listened with his keen ears outside the closed door.

"What were you thinking setting the stables ablaze!!! Lestat is furious and will probably throw us both out now!!"

"Good. Let him. I am sick to death of LeRat."

"That's one hell of an attitude to have considering we will have no place to go and will be sitting ducks for the Nazgul."

"No...we will not. I have it all worked out. Now tell me mother...why has the prisoner in the dungeons gone missing??"

"I do not know what you mean."

"Like hell you don't. You were highly pissed off that he spoke to me and now he's suddenly MIA. Who is he mother??? What is the big secret you are harboring. Do not tell me it's nothing. I want to know what's going on! Why do I feel like I know who it is?? The smell he carried....the witchy vibe. Is this something to do with what you did to Julian?"

"Shut up! We do not mention his name. Ever! He is dead and gone, and good riddance."

"No...nooooo. Something is off here. I know the presence of a witch.....or warlock for that matter."

"I said enough Raven. There is no witch here nor is Julian. I killed him remember?? Meddling fool is all he ever was. Placing an unbreakable spell on me so that I could not touch my own daughter....threatening to alert the death dealers about you....stealing important pages from Ashmole and then hiding the book. He got what he deserved. To rot in hell."

"So you're telling me the man in the cellar is not Julian??"

"Are you dense young girl??? He is dead. How could he be down below?"

"Oh I don't know mother? Witchcraft?? You poisoned him with Belladonna and we both know what it's capable of along with your black magic. Otherwise, why won't you tell me who is down there then? And why you suddenly moved him?"

"I told you. It is Lestat's business. Not mine. Why don't you ask him!"

"That's so funny mother. Lestat will never tell me if he is letting you hide someone. He does not interfere in other's business. And considering you leered at the man with hatred and made hasty comments so he would hear you.... it seems like it IS your business."

Caroline spun around. "Shhhh.....Do you smell that?"

"Smell....what...."

Caroline bee lined to the door and whipped it open. "The....flowers?? Lilacs....to be exact." She said through gritted teeth as she glared down the empty hallway.

"What the fuck does flowers and lilacs have to do with anything??"

She slowly turned to Raven. "Thranduil....that's what. He was here and he heard everything................"

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birchwoodfarms · 4 months

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The horses currently in residence at Birchwood Farms!! This is BF Moon, a black Arab, and her recently born colt, BF Meteor, out of BF Silver.

The resident stallion, BF Silver, a grey Arab.

BF Stardust, our beautiful Friesian mare. Very excited to maybe breed her to Meteor whenever he grows up!

Disclaimer: I do not take credit for any of the cc or mods you see! If you see something you made, please comment and take your due credit! If you see cc that you’d like to know what it is, comment and I’ll try to find it for you!

#sims horse pack #sims #sims 4 cc #sims 4 gameplay #sims horse ranch #sims horses #my sims #sims 4 #equestrian sims

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helpimhyperfixating · 2 years

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I intally thought of Jotaro as a Shire horse for pure size but when I thought about how fast Jotaro is i thought he would be better suited as a Friesian. Not only are they big horse but they are fast too!

A Friesian is exactly what I had in mind when I wrote it(minus the fur around the hooves). In fact I saw the notification of your ask and it only said the first half of the sentence about the Shire, and I was ready to say ‘he’s actually a Friesian’, but you beat me to it I guess xD 🤷‍♀️

But I kept it a bit open because this is centaurs so it’s not based on actual horses, they’re their own thing with their own anatomy and build :3

All we need to know is Jotaro is big and strong and fast. And super pretty black stallion

#hih answers #confused red head #i guess it’s not entirely true that I had a Friesian in mind #i had a way in mind that he looked and a Friesian is the only thing that matches it XD

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nativeofsumeru · 2 years

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Genshin Guys Modern Equestrian AU! (Part 1)

A/N: lots of horse terms that I will admit Im too lazy to write it all out. Also some i was more excited to write than others(*cough cough* Albedo-).

Aether: international competitor

-he’s always traveling the world going to big competitions, getting lost along the way

-it’s just him, his camper and his horse

Albedo: horse breeder

-he loves working with foals and any baby horse coming out of his barn is going to become a champion

-he handles each foal from a young age so that they’re prepared for proper training and the real world

-he’s super sweet with each baby and each mare gets a proper pampering before and after giving birth

-don’t mess with his mares or babies, you’ll be very sorry

-he loves to come to his barn everyday and his play with the foals

-I’m sure he has his own stallion that he jumps and takes to competitions out of town

-He does Jumpers (around 1.2 meters) and has a decent standing

-every once and a while he’ll enter a Grand Prix

Arataki Itto: riding is not something he does competitively nor does he care much for it

-he likes to get on a horse every now and then but it’s just for fun

-he’s not an expert in the slightest and sometimes has trouble staying on

-gallops in the beach, or trail rides he’ll probably do

-if an experienced rider saw him rider they would need a couple stress toys

Bennett: Pony Hunter Jumper

-has his own bucksokpony and goes to local horse shows

-he loves it so much, it is so much fun for him

-he has a large pony and jumps anywhere from 2ft to 2ft 6in

-he always goes around the ring beautifully but his bad luck kicks in on the last jump, whether he has a bad distance or knocks the rail down or the pony gets spooked, it’s always near the very end

-his pony will follow him around sometimes if it can and always loves on him

-it’s the only creature that somehow stays in tact even with all his bad luck

Chongyun: he does liberty and free riding

-he has a couple pure white horses he works with and a black Freisian that he lightly rides and does tricks with

-sometimes he’ll do performances at competitions

-he loves his horses so much

-his Friesian is the horse he’s had for the longest time, he practically raised that thing from birth and it loves him to pieces

-the Friesian knows the most tricks

-expect to see Chongyun just chilling in his horse’s stall doing homework or just going stuff

Gorou: Eventing

-leases a gelding and goes to international competitions if he qualifies

-he’s in the preliminary(3ft 7in) preparing for intermediate(3ft 9in) level

-does best in cross country

Kazuha: Horse Whisperer

-probably does some liberty too

-doesn’t compete

-he probably rides tackless every once in a while

-people pay him to “talk” to their horses and somehow there is always major improvement in the horse’s and rider’s overall well-being afterwards

-he has one horse he does everything with and is barely ever separated from

-his horse lives basically in his backyard, he loves that thing

Kaeya: Equestrian Clothing model

-he used to often ride(equitation) and be very competitive and well known

-now, he shows off and models equestrian clothes for magazines and online stores

-nsfw shoots with horses? He’d do those too

-female riders know who he is and what he looks like, he’s a heartthrob

Ayato: English Riding Horse Instructor

-he inherited the family stables, they are very prestigious and many of the richest take lessons and keep their horses with him

-he does out of town horse shows and many of his riders win multiple times

-he taught Ayaka everything she knows in her discipline

-he even teaches people who don’t ride at his stables

-he’s well versed with Jumpers, Hunter Jumper, Equitation, and Dressage(but he only ever taught Ayaka)

Razor: Groom

-he’s not very educated and he works as a stable groom cleaning horses, cleaning out stalls, picking up poop, sweeping, etc.

-he really wants to ride and is jealous of those who do

-he has one horse that is his favorite and he’ll always make sure he does any chore related to that horse

-he watches lessons through the windows when he works and always loves watching the horses go around

-he’s very good at his job and doesn’t mind it even if he ends the day covered in filth, he feels at home

Tartaglia: he leases expensive horses and makes bank from them

-He uses that money to buy other more expensive horses

-he does Jumper competitions every so often

-he owns his own personal stallion(that horse is massive) that he jumps super high with

Thoma: Right Hand Stableman of the Kamisato Stables

-he’s basically the barn manager

-Ayato brings him to every horse competition to help manage and stay on top of things

-Thoma himself doesn’t ride but he likes horses and every single one seems to love him somehow

-he always carries little treats and mints with him and sneak them to the horses when he can

-everybody knows Thoma and everybody loves Thoma, not one person has said anything bad about him

-nothing gets lost and Thoma is sure to set Ayato’s mental schedule straight

-he loves his job however he does work a little too much, he’s too nice to ask Ayato to hire more help, he’s also nervous said help will not do thing shut particular way Ayato would like it

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moral-terpitude · 2 years

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The Dead Rabbit - Part V

*I do not own any of the literary references or song lyrics contained here.*

The horses seemed more than happy to trot back to the stables as the snow began to thicken in the air. The wind came in gusts now as the sun began to make its way behind the horizon, taking refuge behind the trees as it did early in the day this time of year. Charlotte’s nose was a rosy red and the tips of her ears had started to follow suit.

Thomas followed her, bestrode the other black Friesian that took its time at a trot. The cold at this point wasn’t bothering him. He wasn’t even paying attention. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Smitten. Absolutely enamored with the woman in front of him.

Charlotte dismounted from the stallion, raking her gloved hand through its now damp mane. She returned him to his stall and began removing the saddle, returning it to its home. She ran the brush over him before covering him with the horse blanket and securing the clasps.

“Well, it’s not often I lose a race to me own horse.” He began, checking the golden pocket watch procured from the inside of his coat, “Although, I believe we have some other plans to attend to. But with a storm coming through, we may have to visit the Beacon another day.”

“Dinner it is then.” She agreed. She wasn’t particularly fussy about how the day went, she was just content. She felt as if they were in their own bubble, undisturbed from the outside world.

They walked back to the house mostly in silence. Although comfortable. Occasionally one of their hands would brush the other and linger longer than it maybe should.

The winter storm was rolling in much sooner than it had been projected to. By the time they were inside they found themselves completely surrounded by a white wall. Snowflakes of all sizes surround and pattered against the stately building as they began to warm up indoors.

“Huh,” Tommy glanced out the window of the sitting room as he sat his phone on the mantle, “the weather shows no sign of letting up. The storm is here earlier than it was forecasted to be. So, I suppose we can get changed and I’ll start dinner.”

Charlotte nodded. She didn’t make it much up the hall before her phone started to ring. Anna. Charlotte was lucky she had her phone on her at all or else her cousin would have her head if she didn’t answer.

“Hello?”

“Oh good you’re still alive. Mr. Hudson’s been calling me because he can’t reach you. He said the water heater has blown up. He’s got water all over the basement and he was just getting ready to shower.”

Charlotte sighed as she rubbed the bridge of her nose, her fingers beginning to warm up. She hadn’t anticipated a rental catastrophe this close to the holiday. “Shit. Is the storm bad there?”

“It’s been coming and going in spurts. Not as bad as by you I would imagine.”

“Can’t even see outside,” Charlotte confirmed, “If you can just call whoever is open I’d appreciate it.”

“Okay. How are you?”

“I’m good. Everything’s good,” Charlotte closed the door behind her. “Just got in from riding horses. We were going to go to the Beacon and out to dinner but it’s storming bad enough here.”

“Do you feel safe, is everything okay?”

Charlotte paused. There hadn’t been a moment since she’d gotten here that she’d felt unsafe. “Everything is going good. I’m not worried about a thing.”

Anna breathed a sigh of relief, “Good. That’s all that matters.”

“Okay, we’ll I’ve got to get a shower. Tommy’s making dinner. Please call someone about the water heater.”

“Will do. I want to meet him when you get back, Charlotte.”

Charlotte chuckled, “I’m sure you will.”

Tommy was sat half dressed with his head in his hands on the bedside. He never could seem to get the smell of the burning oil in Basara out of his nose. The sounds of the mortar fire. The heat. The dry heat. Dry enough to almost suffocate you in the night.

They had been too smart to engage with the Republican Guard forces after 300 prisoners had been taken in a battle outside of the city. It had been the second largest tank battle since World War II. He eyed the vaporizer and THC wax cartridge tucked carefully in his bedside table drawer. He couldn’t be getting high with her here. He couldn’t have anyone knowing. It made him feel weak.

“…dens of horror where the memory of old sins could be destroyed by the madness of sins that were new.”

The words of Oscar Wilde popped to the forefront of his thoughts as he slammed the drawer shut and continued getting dressed.

He was surprised when heard singing as he rounded down the second set of stairs past Charlottes room. He walked slowly eventually coming to a halt outside the door as her words became clear.

“…No masters or kings

when the ritual begins

There is no sweeter innocence

than our gentle sin

In the madness and soil

of that sad earthly scene

Only then I am human

Only then I am clean…”

Her voice was beautiful. Now her words had him somewhat, distracted, as he continued down the stairs. The wind was fierce and he had a sinking feeling that despite his best hopes the feed and straw for the horses wouldn’t be making it there tomorrow.

He went thru the heavy wooden door to the kitchen and connected his phone to the Sonos system and turned on one of his choice albums before turning on a few of the lights and heading to the pantry.

Have you got color in your cheeks…

Do you ever get the fear that you can’t shift the type…

“Arborio rice…” he dug through the tallest cupboard door, thinking that’s where the grains should be. With the pasta. And the flour. Since he hadn’t been the one to put the things in the pantry he wasn’t particularly sure where they were located as he talked himself through locating the contents. The fridge being built in and faced just like the rest of the cabinets didn’t help any. Some things had been updated since this house had been built and he concluded the pantry hadn’t been spared in this.

“Butter…”

“Onion…”

“garlic…” placed in the crisper drawer. He furrowed his brow as he grabbed the asparagus to go with it.

“Parmesan cheese…”

“chicken…”

“bacon.” He turned his nose up slightly at what the Americans called bacon, however what they had back home also wouldn’t wrap well.

I’m a puppet on a string….

He turned the stove on, and searched the cupboards and drawers for the utensils and pans. The cutting board. He discovered the sheet pans stored in the broiler. He had to remind himself that things would not be where he though they would be just because that’s where they usually were back home.

From the bottom of your heart,

The relegation zone

I saw this coming from the start

The shake, rattle and roll…

He slowly sliced and filled the chicken with a few slices of the asparagus and some of the Parmesan cheese before closing it and wrapping two slices of bacon around the chicken. Rinse and repeat with the second one. He transferred them to a baking stone and into the oven before setting the timer and washing his hands.

Arabella's got some

interstellar-gator skin boots

And a Helter Skelter 'round

her little finger and I ride it endlessly

She's got a Barbarella silver swimsuit

And when she needs to shelter from reality

She takes a dip in my daydreams

He spoke the words to himself silently as he ran water into the pot, combining it with the pre measured portion of chicken stock in the process and putting it on to the stove to bring to a boil.

My days end best when

this sunset gets itself

Behind that little lady

sitting on the passenger side

It's much less picturesque

without her catching the light

The horizon tries but

it's just not as kind on the eyes

Charlotte startled him as her shoes clicked against the flooring. He had been so preoccupied he didn’t notice until she was fully in the room that she was there at all.

“Sorry,” he spoke as he crossed the kitchen to turn the music down a few notches. Charlotte shook her head as she leaned against the cool tile wall.

“It’s fine, it’s one of my favorite albums” she smiled, the kind warmth touching her eyes.

He took in her form in the long sleeved wrap dress she wore. The red and black floral pattern made the more pink tones in her flesh become more prominent. For a split second he realized if he wished, if she allowed, he could easily pull the fabric tie and see all of her in front of him, right then.

That's magic in a cheetah print coat

Just a slip underneath it I hope

Asking if I can have one of those

Organic cigarettes that she smokes

Wraps her lips round the Mexican coke

Makes you wish that you were the bottle

Takes a sip of your soul and it sounds like

He took a deep breath, pulling himself out of his reverie as he felt his eyes lingering on her too long. Far too long. Long enough in fact that he could see the impression of her erect nipples through the fabric, a definite hint of a metal bar running through at least one of them.

Blind faith, heartache

Mind games, mistakes

My sweet fireball

My sweet rigmarole

I want it all

He reduced the heat of the skillet to a simmer and added a few ladles of the liquid from the pot to it, allowing the rice the chance to slowly cook and marinate in the flavor of the butter and garlic.

“Through the pantry there there’s a small wine cellar. You can pick out whatever you’d like; although I’d recommend—“

“A Sauvignon Blanc?” She questioned as her shoes clicked across the tile floor.

“Or a Reisling.” He countered, turning to catch the almost defiant look on her face as she retreated through the doorway.

She returned with a Trimbach Riesling, which up to this point he hadn’t had a good excuse to open. Charlotte opened drawers until finding a wine key, taking I upon herself to open the bottle while Tommy retrieved the glasses. She poured them each a glass smoothly before taking a sip.

So you're on the prowl wondering whether

She left already or not

The music continued at a slow cadence as she sat her wine glass down.

“Do you dance?” Tommy asked as he returned his glass next to hers.

“If I’m asked properly,” she spoke with a confidence she thought she might not have had a moment before, the words escaping her mouth as though the thought was formed by someone else and whispered in her ear, although it appeared to be the correct answer.

“Ms. Charlotte White, will you dance with me?” he offered his hand to her, and she placed hers within it without hesitation. He gave her fingers a small squeeze, running his thumb across her knuckles as he pulled her close to him. His free hand rested in the middle of her back, the satin fabric of her dress growing warm as he held it against her body.

Her fingers traced invisible patterns against his shoulder through the white and grey button down. The cotton was soft. The moment felt familiar and fluid between the two of them. She settled for resting her hand on his arm, feeling the muscles move as he gently ran his hand up and down her back as he guided her.

She's having a sly indoor smoke

And she calls the folks who run this,

her oldest friends

Sipping a drink and

laughing at imaginary jokes

As all the signals are sent,

her eyes invite you to approach

Charlotte caught Tommy’s gaze as the words came through the speaker. Her heart pounded in her chest as she realized how truly close together they were. His hand stopped its dance along her back and her fingers tightened their grip against him as their feet and time both seemed to slow.

C’mon, c’mon, c’mon

She felt like her body was melting against his. He could smell the warmth of the Chanel that she wore. Despite the sounds outside of their bubble they could each almost hear the others heart beat as the invitation lingered between the two of them. Almost.

He knew in that moment before, that as soon as her lips touched his he would forever be wanting as much of her as she would let him have. In every way possible. He brushed his hand against the side of her cheek, slowly, caressing her face and holding it in his hand, almost hesitating, before his lips made contact with hers.

Her heart leapt like a shock ran through her as she allowed her fingers to wander to the back of his neck. She noted he tasted of tobacco from a cigarette he snuck in at some point. Charlotte didn’t mind it. Her skin tingled as his hands wandered her body.

His fingers twisted into the tie of her dress, at her hip, pulling her closer, if it that was at all possible.

Her desire for him ran from deep in her chest completely through her and between her thighs. Both parts of her yearned for him, yet in different ways. It had to have been, well at least four years since the last time she had had good sex. However towards the end of them it hadn’t been that good anyway. She tried to think if she had ever had particularly great sex at all while she had been married.

Tommy unfortunately left Charlotte in her own excited bubble as he parted from her due to the droning of the stoves alarm.

I can't explain but I want to try

There's this image of you and I

And it goes dancing by

in the morning and in the night time

There's all these secrets that I can't keep

Like in my heart there's that hotel suite

And you lived there so long,

it's kinda strange now you're gone

He kept himself preoccupied with the remainder of the dinner preparation for slightly longer than necessary. The risotto luckily hadn’t stuck to the bottom of the pan. How he managed it he wasn’t sure. He knew if the moment would have continued much longer he would have had her, well, just about anywhere. On the counter. Or the table. He wasn’t particularly sure where, but it would have happened. Wouldn’t have been the first time he’d picked an inopportune spot, it would just be the first time there was no one around to interrupt.

Despite however much Tommy wanted her, he still struggled with letting it happen before he was able to tell her the truth. However he didn’t want to put her off for long. He could tell she was fiercely independent and she didn’t need him.

Charlotte sipped her wine as she watched him. She felt awkward, almost some kind of guilt now, as she thought about the moment. Surely that was what was meant to happen, wasn’t it? Something about him, him specifically, made her need him. Desperately. She tried to shake herself of the thought as she poured herself another glass of wine.

Their conversation through dinner was minimal and forced at best. Charlotte was rather impressed with his ability to cook and did manage to express it coherently, but she couldn’t help but feel nothing short of awkward as they meandered through meaningless chit chat.

It grew late as they sat by the fireplace in now comfortable silence. At her desire, Tommy had obliged and opened another bottle of while. He had returned with a Caymus Cabernet and poured them each a fresh glass.

Her hand rested on his thigh and while he wanted greatly for her to move it further he wondered if she was clearheaded enough to realize her actions.

“Maybe we should get you to bed, yeah?” He suggested delicately as his hand traveled the path of her spine, up and down repeatedly as she leaned against him.

He could see in the look on her face, which then fell, that at first she had thought it had been a different kind of conversation that he had wanted to have.

“But—“ she began to protest, a small hint of a tear forming in her eyes, “did I do something wrong?”

He sighed, offering his hand to take her glass and placing both of them of the table beside him, while shaking his head slowly, “No, Charlotte you haven’t done anything wrong. Far from it.”

He struggled, forcing the logical part of his brain to fight off the arousal that he was more than willing to use on her.

“Then,” she began as her fingers delicately, lightly, felt his rigid cock through the fabric of his trousers, “why won’t you fuck me?”

He could hear the slur in her words and her eyes stared into his, but her vision he could tell, wouldn’t focus. Her eyes were looking at him, but not seeing him.

“Charlotte,” he took her wrist gently but firmly in his hand and stood, supporting her weight as he pulled her to stand in front of him, “I don’t think with how much you’ve had to drink that you’re in any state for having sex right now.”

She nodded and rested her head on his shoulder as she shifted her weight from one foot to both feet.

“Listen,” he whispered in her ear, his voice low and hoarse, “I don’t want you to even think it’s because you aren’t enough. You are. You’re beautiful, you’re fucking smart. But it’s important you’re re able to remember it and It’s important you enjoy yourself too.”

She let out a sigh before giving him a small nod.

He smoothed her hair letting her rest against his chest as she gathered her thoughts before he continued, “Can you walk on your own, love?”

She shook her head, “I’ll need help.”

“C’mere,” he realized she’d never make it up all the stairs, and that carrying her would be the most efficient. One arm under her legs and the other behind her shoulders, she rested her head on his chest. “Are you feeling sick at all? You’re not going to throw up are you? If you think you’re going to I don’t want to leave you by yourself.”

Her cheeks were hot, her ears flaming with embarrassment as she pondered his question. She had finally reached the other side of the peak. The part where you slump. You start to feel like shit and regret every alcohol fueled decision you’ve made up to that point.

“I should be fine,” Charlotte whispered as he nosed open her door with his foot, balancing the weight of the two of them easily.

He helped her get positioned comfortably and safely before leaving her to rest as he retreated to the solace of his office with its bookshelves and papers in hope of getting some work done. In his world a holiday didn’t mean that business came to a rest.

#tommy shelby #peaky blinders #peaky fucking blinders #tommy shelby fanfic #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky fookin blinders #eventual smut #fanfic #modern day au

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reddoodles · 3 years

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Quick drawing of Centaur!Kylo for my fantasy fic I just outlined lmao

Please excuse these terrible proportions. My drawing tablet broke, I had to draw this with my mouse and touchpad

#Fic wont be out for awhile #Ive got other fics I need to finish real quick but I wanted to post this #I HC him as the son of the chieftess #thats what the shoulder tattoos represent they're his family crest #hes a black friesian stallion #one white sock that he gets from his mother #always wears the base of his tail in a braid of some sort #usually a fishtail #scars from battle #lowkey love this boy a lot?

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whywishesarehorses · 2 years

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Genetic Deep Dive: Can Eton the Mustang be a Friesian? The American Mustang's Ancestry & Composition

May 2021, Etalon Diagnostics

Under a readmore, this one's a long one, about one of Elisa Wallace's horses.

Elisa Wallace is a 5 star three-day event rider, YouTuber, and advocate for American Mustang adoption, off the track thoroughbreds, rider safety, and women in sport. Elisa is passionate about her work with American mustangs, aimed at demonstrating the potential of this misunderstood breed. One Mustang that Elisa rescued captured the hearts of her community from the day he came home on June 7th, 2019 - Eton!

Eton is an 8 year old Mustang gelding from Green Mountain HMA, Wyoming and just 14.1 hands tall. Elisa named Eton after one of the mystical black horses that pulled Pluto’s Chariot and was rendered “swift as an eagle”. Elisa adopted Eton in order to participate in the Mustang Tip Challenge, in which trainers have 90 days to train a mustang for an in-hand competition held in Fairburn, GA.

“I don’t know how many times I’ve been asked, or told, that Eton looks like a Friesian" Elisa said on her Youtube Video "Is my Mustang a Friesian?". Elisa decided to run an Etalon Diagnostics Ancestry & Composition Analysis and MiniPanel PLUS Diagnostic test on Eton to learn more about his genetics. Etalon's ancestry and composition analysis is an in-depth comparison of your horse's genetic make-up and how it is like, or unlike, other horses within various "breeds", disciplines, and populations around the world.

The short answer: Eton is not a Friesian! In fact, when Etalon’s full-time geneticist, Laura Patterson Rosa DVM, PhD looked closely at his results, she noticed that he is genetically very far from a Friesian. Yet, Eton's DNA provides a lot of insight into what makes up the American Mustang. Read on to learn more about how Eton's DNA differs from a Friesian. Let’s look at “breeds” that he is most closely related to, how we interpret this information, and why it matters.

First, let's take a look at a purebred Friesian's Ancestry results…

Meet Zero Gravity, or “Z”. Z is a 1997 Purebred Friesian Stallion. His Etalon Diagnostics ancestry results came back just as expected: Z is 99.9% “European Heavy Horse”. The European Heavy Horse population originated in Europe and includes breeds such as Belgians, Clydesdales, the Fell Pony, Franches Montagnes, and Percherons. Taking an even closer look at Z’s Ancestry and Composition Analysis results, Etalon provided his owner with an Ancestry breakdown to illustrate just how he compares to certain breeds from around the world. Here’s a look at Z’s results:

Z’s DNA was most closely related to a Belgian’s at 84%. Next was the Fell Pony, at 14%. Lastly, Z’s DNA was only slightly related to a Clydesdale’s at 1%.

Take note of Z’s inbreeding coefficient score of 32.59%... we’ll get to that soon and why that’s important!

Now, let’s take a look at our friend, Eton…

Eton’s DNA looks drastically different from Z’s. Eton’s ancestry results prove just how genetically diverse he is as an American Mustang, with his DNA originating from several different populations from around the world. The most prominent population being the European Heavy Horse, at 34.4% similarity. Coming in second, Eton’s DNA was 17.2% related to the “Carriage Horse” population, which includes breeds such as the French Trotter, Morgan, Saddlebred, Standardbred, and Tennessee Walking Horse. The next population Eton is related to is the Iberian, including Andalusians, Lusitanos, and Mangalargas. Next is the North Sea group, including Fjords, Icelandic horses, and Shetlands. Eton has 11.7% Thoroughbred blood, and is slightly related to the Exmoor and Near East horses.

Here is a breakdown of Eton’s Ancestry:

Look at all of those breeds hard at work in Eton! Something interesting to note is that, while Eton is most closely related to the European Heavy Horse population, his related breeds are not the same as Z’s, the purebred Friesian stallion we met earlier. Again, Z was most closely related to the Belgian breed, with Fell Pony a distant second. Within the European Heavy Horse population, Eton is most closely related to the Franches Montagnes, with Belgian as a second, and Clydesdale and Fell Pony arriving third and forth.

So… what breed is Eton most closely related to, if not a Friesian?

“Our Ancestry panel is looking much deeper and farther back than you might realize. We are looking at DNA through the lens of thousands of generations back, trying to assemble the puzzle pieces, so his results make a lot of sense”, said Dr. Patterson Rosa. The American Mustang is so genetically diverse that it’s difficult to analyze and assign him a ‘breed’. ‘Mustang’ simply means that the horse is feral, and the American Mustang has been influenced by many different breeds over the past several generations.”

The first Mustangs descended from horses brought to the Americas by the Spanish, that escaped or were released into the wild. However, many other breeds and types of horses contributed to the modern Mustang, resulting in varying phenotypes. Most contain a greater genetic mixture of ranch stock and more recent breed releases, while a few are relatively unchanged from the original Iberian stock strongly represented in the most isolated populations.

In Eton’s case, he still has strong Iberian bloodlines, with the Iberian group coming in at 15.9% of his DNA. His most prominent population, the European Heavy horse, makes sense when compared to more recent Mustang history. In the United States, “pit ponies” had a large influence on the Mustang herd population. These horses were used underground in mines from the mid-18th until the mid-20th century. Mining horses were often low set, heavy-bodied and heavy-limbed with plenty of bone and substance. European Heavy Horses, such as Belgians, were often used in the mines. A number of these horses are presumed to have been released or escaped, which would explain the large presence of heavy horse “blood” in Eton. The Mustang population was also heavily influenced by Army Remount horses, Western ranchers, and various settlers. Their breed composition is quite genetically diverse, with Mother Nature having a lot to say over which traits survive in these horses and which traits are quickly eliminated.

“Eton’s Ancestry results also tell us a lot about what Mother Nature favors!” said Dr. Patterson Rosa. Eton’s genetic makeup gave him the best capacity to survive in the wild by himself. Taking a look once more at his Etalon Ancestry results, we notice that Eton’s inbreeding coefficient score is quite low: only 4.6%. Inbreeding coefficient is a measure derived from the actual genetic diversity within the individual. By comparison, Zero Gravity (the purebred Friesian stallion) has a very high inbreeding coefficient of 32.59%.

“In domestic animals, to create breeds, people inbreed or ‘linebreed’. Humans want certain traits to be prominent in a population. In doing so, however, we increase the chances that lethal or disease alleles become more present in that population as well. Highly inbred individuals do not tend to survive in harsh conditions. Mother Nature selected Eton as an efficient horse, capable of surviving and adapting to whatever she threw his way while living as a feral horse in Wyoming. Increased levels of heterozygosity are correlated to a better environmental and immune adaptability. Eton is actually so adaptable, that he was capable of being removed from his natural environment in Wyoming, handled by humans for the first time, moved to Florida where the conditions are drastically different, and adapting to all of the new things Elisa taught him. From being handled to ridden to competing in his first horse show, Eton is adaptable.” said Dr. Patterson Rosa.

So, why does all of this information matter?

As a horse owner, understanding your horse’s genetic makeup can help make their lives easier by understanding suitability. Horses are genetically suitable for some careers, disciplines, or even people, over others!

By taking a look at these Ancestry averages from certain disciplines, it’s simple to interpret the findings. For example, the 3-Day eventing horse has significantly more Thoroughbred blood than the Reining horse does. This makes sense because of the difficult nature of cross country and show jumping; requiring horses to be able to run for long distances and display incredible levels of athleticism. Reining horses have more Carriage horse blood, giving them the powerful shoulders and hindquarters to get low to the ground and spring back up quickly.

Comparing your horse’s Ancestry results to different breeds and disciplines from around the world may help you as a horse owner when it comes to decision making, and increase the number of tools in your and your horse’s toolbox. It’s all in their DNA - who these horses are, how they behave, their suitability for one discipline over another, speed, gait - the list goes on. Learn more about Etalon’s affordable equine DNA testing options at www.etalondx.com, and know your horse down to the DNA.

Team Etalon is conducting an ongoing study on the American Mustang's ancestry and composition and other genetic analysis. Email [email protected] or give us a call at 650.380.2995 to order DNA testing and receive personalized genetic counseling on your Mustang.

-Team Etalon

You can watch Elisa's video on this here.

#genetics #equine genetics #horse breeds #blm mustang #mustang horse #elisa wallace #etalon #Friesian #friesian horse #horseblr #horsblr #eventing

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mythicalninjas · 2 years

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Confidence - Part 1

A/N: Story fixed! Enjoy. Sorry if there are grammar mistakes.

Rate/Warnings: friendship bond, fluff.

For the very first, after his youngest brother's insistence, Leonardo took his family to visit the oficial NYPD Cavalary Station. At first the leader felt mistrust about being seen by unwished and unknown people inside that place, but under Chief Vicent's order, more than half of the employers went on holiday for the boys' security of keeping their secret indentity; keeping those who are trustworthy enough to not spread the news about mutants having a tour in the building. Even Master Splinter has agreed to join his sons for such of a different adventure—the leader is shocked about that.

Leo is being guided throughout the building by a professional horse trainer named Aiden, a kind man who has been working proudly with NYPD Cavalary for many years of his life. "I'd like to introduce you a specific horse that arrived a week ago with other horses. I have to say they are luck guys." Aiden commented, smiling at Leo who just nodded. He took a moment to ask himself where his brothers and Master Splinter are right now. Well, they must be enjoying their new opportunity inside this horseland. A playfull smile curled over his lips.

The trainer and the leader in blue walked by many modern but comfy stalls with some horses separed in their due space, resting. Noticing the lack of horses, Leo turns hisbface to Aiden besides him "I presume the missing horses are working?"

"Correct. We don't use all horses at the same time. We work them according to our schedule: some work in the morning, others in the afternoon and, finally, others at night." Aiden explained, opening a door right to the other side of the stall place.

Leo hummed in agreement, following the man.

Aiden pointed at the open space "Here is where we give our horses a bath. Of course, there are a few others spaces like that around the building." Many metal bars were screwed on the floor side by side roughly enough to hold and support the horses' strenght, in case of any struggle for freedom. Among those bars, two horses are tied up, their coats wet and shiny from the bath. The one standing graciously is big, black beauty. And the another one a few steps away is smaller, a red georgeous animal.

"Wow." Leo breathed out softly, appreciating the both animals, mainly the black coat one.

"Absolutely. These boys steal our breathes. The black one is Eleasar, our Friesian." Aiden pats it on its nose, which it has answered happly.

"He's beatiful." the leader said, lifting his hand to touch the animal "I've seen some pics of black horses before, but seeing one in the flash is wordless." The horse lowered its head, pushing its head father into Leo's hand, indicating that it is enjoying the affection.

Aiden giggled "He loves an affection. Sometimes he reminds me of a child wanting some attention."

Leo grinned, rubbing his hand above the horse's forehead and nose "I already noticed that."

Aiden patted Eleazar's neck, then head toward the smaller horse "And this red boy is Ackar. Our Warmblooed stallion."

Leo couldn't help but smirk, petting the red horse "They have such of... unique names, huh?"

Aiden giggled "So, yeah. Eleazar means "God has helped" in Hebrew. 'Ackar' was chosen by one of our coworkers' son because he loves a Bionicle series. There's a character with the same name. I'm not sure if you know that Lego movies." Aiden glanced at Leo.

Leo looked at a random spot, trying to bring a memory up "Unfortunately I haven't." He said after a minute thinking. The leader reached his hand out to pet Ackar on its forehead, stroking the soft red fur and brooming its mane with his fingers. Ackar closed his eyes slowly, lowering its head a bit. "I guess he loves some affection as well."

"Indeed. Sometimes when it's my turn to take care of him, Ackar pushes me with his head and then smell my hand. I always think that he asks for treats, but all he wants it's a rubbing."

Leo wheezed, stroking Ackar's cheeks "Do you like it?" the horse shifted its head, pointing its nose to ceiling and giving a better access for Leo rub its neck. That made Leo laugh. He has never thought that these incredible animals could behave like dogs, similary.

Aiden smiled, checking out if everything is okay with both horses before turning his attention to the mutant turtle "Sorry for interrupt but we gotta go now. Our another horse is waiting for us."

"Oh..." Leo looked at both horses, disappoined that he has to leave already "Till next time, buddies."

Both men headed side by side further into the large concrete building, passing by more empty stalls till get to a specific space. Leonardo could see a few stalls placed in front of a big double-door with a "Vet. Clinic Area" wooden board.

"This is our clinic area." Aiden said "Throoughtout the weeks we have received horses, some of them in debilited state after-" the man gulped, driving his eyes down to the floor.

"After?..." Leo tilted his head, lifting an eyebrow.

The trainer sighed as walk toward the last stall at the end of the space "I'll explain later."

Leo frowned, trying to get what he meant. If something really bad happened to the those horses, it would be sure that Aiden wouldn't speak openly about it. The leader has decided to not insist about; he respects Aiden's choice to not talk about.

As they walk by the stalls, Leo saw two horses. One with a bandaged leg, probably broken. And the another with a long and thin tube inserted into its big nostril, which is conected directly to a hospital plastic bag hunged on a steal hanger.

"Leonardo." Aiden's voice called the leader's attention, making him turning fully to the man "I want to introduce you Caelum, our throughbred ex-race horse." He opened the metal gate of the stall, allowing the leader take a look inside properly "Wait here, please. I'll bring him outside."

Leonardo only nodded, standing a few steps away from the stall entrance, waiting for meet the next animal. He doesn't understand why Aiden wants him to meet this next horse. Maybe there is something special?

After a minute, Aiden appeared at the stall exit holding and pulling lightly a rope. Leo listen the trainer making weird mouth noises while walks outside.

Then he sees.

Dark brown coat, toned muscles flexing underneath the soothe fur, well-cut mane, a visible white spot highlightedited in the middle of its forehead, dark eyes clearly showing concern and anxious.

"What a beautiful horse." Leo commented, eyes scanning all over the animal, taking mental notes of its feature.

"Indeed. It's sad knowing that he was sent to slaughter...".

Leo froze, eyes open wide "Excuse me?"

"He and other horses... were sent to the slaughter after their ex-owners' decisions of discard them away."

"Why would they do such of aberration?" Leo questioned, incredulous and shocked. He couldn't believe that. He doesn't comprehend people's actions against animal kingdom. Why do people has to be so mean, so evil, so monstruous? Those poor things. If animals could talk, the humanity would cry.

"Because they were worthless for racing industry. He." Aiden pointed at Caelum, then at the other two horses in the stalls near them "And these two were rescued from slaughter. Caelum was the healthier horse comparing to the other two right there. They arrived in weakened physical state. But, thanks to our care and love, they are healing positively." The professional trainer run his hand along Caelum's neck.

"Who make evil things against animals should not gain our respect." Leo said as walk toward the dark-brown horse, ready to pet it. But it startled, lowering its ears and taking steps back. "Wow. Easy."

"I advise you to go slow, Leonardo. Caelum is not used to strangers invading his personal space like that."

"I'm sorry. I just couldn't hold back."

"It's okay." Aiden assured, smiling "I had the same reaction when I saw a horse for the very first time. Would you like to try again?"

Leo felt insecurity at first. Will it end good? If not, what would happen? Would the horse kick him, bite him, push him? He shook his head to wash the negative thoughts away. Stop overthinking, Leo. "Okay, I will. I hope he doens't reject me." He let out a nervous giggle.

"He won't if you don't let him know who you are."

"Uh... And what am I supposed to do?"

"Let him smell you." Aiden mentioned him to walk toward the horse "Come, but not too close."

Leo did what was told, a small quantitie of adrenalline running throught his veins. For The first time in his life he felt he would explode by nervous in a not-too dangerous situation. Slowly he stepped foward, and lifted his hand toward Caelum's nostrils. Aiden gripped both rope and halter firmly in case of Caelum does a sudden movement. The animal lowered its ears, stretching its neck foward to smell Leo's hand. Both men kept in silence as Caelum takes Leo's scent, its hot breathe covering his hand each second the animal inhale and exale. Leo remains quiet and still, he has never been so nervous as he is right now; the last thing he wants is to receive an unexpected rejection from a horse he just met.

"There are various rules in the horse world, Leonardo." Aiden explained as watch attentively Caelum studying the mutant turtle "But, for beginners, there're three most important rules to follow. I learned them when I started to work with horse for the very first time. We must respect horses' personal space when it is having a first contact with humans." the trainer watches Caelum smelling Leo's wirst with its ears still lowered. "Or mutants."

Leo giggled, holding the urge of pet the horse on its snout.

"What I mean is..." Aiden looked down at his feet, then lifting his eyes back to Leo. "Is their decision to aproach us when they're feel confortable or curious. Caelum stopped smelling Leo's hand and lifted its head, running its eyes over the mutant and analyzing what or who he is. "Is their decision to stay." The horse kept studying Leo, looking at every spot on his body, mainly on his face. Leonardo felt something good from staring into the horse's eyes; like a connection. Suddenly the horse returned to its initial position. "And is their decision to go." The trainer gave a light slap on Caelum's neck, rewarding it for its good behaving. "You can try to pet him now." Aiden smiled.

"Wait, what?" Leo asked, incredulous. "But you said that is his decision to come."

"It's valid for the first contact. We can't just wait forever till a horse accept us. We have to do our part to show the horse that we are not a threat."

Leo glanced toward the horse, which it is still with its eyes clued on him. "Alright."

"If Caelum does an unbidden dangerous act, move away as quick as possible."

Leo nodded, reaching out his hand again. Aiden interfered with another warning. "Oh, it's crucial that he know your voice. Therefore, I advise you to talk to him."

"Nice. Is there anything else you want to share?" Leo mocked playfully.

"I just want you to leave this building alive."

Taking a deep breath, Leo steps up toward the dark-brown horse while reassure himself that something bad would not happen. Caelum lowered its ears once again, making the leader stop his walk and look over at Aiden. The trainer nodded positively.

'Alright' Leo thought, lifting his three-fingered hand right to its long snout. The horse shifted its head away, not allowing Leo touch its nose. "It's okay." Leo assured "I'm not gonna hurt you." Caelum rolled its eyes at Leo, its head still kept away and spinning one of its ears back to him. Leo knew it is having issues with the inviting, therefore he has decided to make the first physical contact on another part from its body. The neck.

Leo prayied to not gain a negative answer as touch its neck for the very first time. He touched as light as possible to not let the animal even more stressed than it was before, his thick fingers brushing its soft coat on a certain spot, then switching to other spaces over its long neck. He noticed Caelum got tensed under Leo's freedom in exploring. "Easy." He said with a soft voice, rubbing slowly the coat underneath his hand. It is the first time in his life he touches a real horse. He'd never thought it could be possible. Being risen and hidden in the shadows almost his whole life made him lost the hope of opportunities from the world above ground. And now he's here putting a horse.

Caelum kept tensed and hasn't moved a single muscle yet, fearing Leo's next acts. "You're doing okay, buddy." His massive hands slid along its long neck on slow movements, feeling every inch of its soft coat and the toned muscles underneath it.

Horses are such strong and magnificent animals.

Leo withdrew his hand as soon as Caelum blowed hard through its nostrils and started to chew.

"It's okay. It does mean that he is relaxed." Aiden explains as watch Leo nodding and placing his hand back on the horse's neck. "You have no idea how terrified he was when we rescued him from that hellscape. It took a while to someone walk close to him. What he has shown you is a great sign of confidence."

Leo looked at the horse's eye. He couldn't imagine how nauseanting and horror is a slaughterhouse; what people do against animals inside that hellscape. "I'm pretty sure he will overcome his trauma. He's a warrior."

"Sure he is."

Caelum started to move its head, side facing the leader. Leo stroke its neck again and approached to its face "People here want to help you. They wan to take care of you." He murmmured to the horse "There's nothing to worry about because this is your new home, your new family. I know you are a hundred percent safe here. There's no more suffering for you. Make sure of that." He slides his hand on its neck and moved away, but the horse has done something that has impressed both men present there. Caelum turned its head back at Leo and followed him, standing in front of the mutant and exposing its neck to him. Leo gaped, shocked by its sudden behave. He sighted Aiden who was sharing a toothed smile. "I am jealously." he joked half serious "This boy has never shown any curiosity or interest on me nor my coworkers. How did you do that?"

A delightful smile curled over Leo's lips while reach out to pet the horse's neck "Sincerely, I have no clue. I just told him that he's not in dangerous anymore."

Two Belgian Draft horses passed by from a distance as were being ridden by two cavalry police—a woman and a man, heading to another space of that floor of the building. Caelum neighed to the big animals, moving its front leg back and foward. Aiden was knocked down to the ground by its strong excitement.

Leo did not think twice and gripped its rope and lower part of the halter "Wow! Chill out, buddy!" He held it firmly as it struggled to go with other horses. Aiden got up and scrubbed his legs and torso "I need to take him to the arena. He spent a whole day inside that stall under veterinary's care, he wants to get rid of his anxiety. He wants to run.

Leo giggled, reaching the rope back to the trainer. "Oh, there's no need." He shook his head "I'm gonna attach another rope to his halter to make sure he doesn't get into mischief and hurt someone."

Caleum tired to slog off the men's control shaking its head up and down. Leo patted the base of its neck "Easy. We just want to take you to somewhere you're gonna enjoy."

"Calm down, bratty boy." Aiden said.

Both men walked abreast the horse while held the ropes strongly and keeping it under control. Even being an ex-race horse, Caelum is strong enough to make Leo unsteady a little. They had some small difficults to bring the uneasy animal to the big space of the arena, it stopped on a few stalls to smell other horse's nostrils. Aiden had explained that it is a way for horses meet each other.

After a few minutes of walking, they have arrived in the arena.

Leo's jaw dropped. This place is huge!

Caelum writhed, almost knocking his trainer down to the ground once again. Leo holds Caelum as strong as possible, and stared down at Aiden "Are you okay?" He asked worried.

"I am, thank you." Groaning, he lifted his body "I'm already used to his naughty behavior." The man curled his fingers in its mane. "Alright four-hoofed trouble maker." Aiden untied the rope from its halter, and asked to Leo do the same. "I hope you behave properly because I don't want to get scolded by my boss Chief Vicent. You know how easily anger she can get. Did you get it?" Caelum lowered its head and ears "I'll take it as 'yes'."

Leo and Aiden finally released the horse from ropes and let it go.

"Wow!" The leader breathed out as watch Caelum running away.

"Yeah. Even being an ex-race horse, this boy still has quite energy!"

Caelum ran around the huge arena, its muscled legs working hard and fast. Leonardo got fascinanted by its strong and free spirit; bucking, kicking the air, wiggling its head, shaking its head, letting out heavy breaths, and neighing.

What a marvelous animal it is.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #bayverse tmnt #tmnt 2016 #teenage mutant ninja turtles out of the shadows #tmnt leonardo #tmnt leo #friendship #fluff #friendship bond

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othercat2 · 2 years

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Random Fic Idea Where SQH is Horse Crazy

Okay, so what if the reason there were horses/carriages instead of cultivators doing most of their travel by swords was because Airplane was not so secretly still a horse crazy teen at heart. (I am assuming the tendency toward horse-craziness is a universal trait, and not just specific to teenaged girls in the US.) Horses would have played an even more significant role in Proud Immortal Demon Way, probably up to and including Black Stallion/Alexander and Bellerophon rip offs featuring the Protagonist Taming some vaguely horselike demon, but the readers were more interested in the smex.

But SQH has/had SO many notes on horses. SO MANY. Every sect probably has its own breed/breeds. (You would need a war/hunter type, a carriage horse/draft type and so on.) SQH may or may not be the kind of horse crazy that changes their mind about being horse crazy the first time they muck out a stall. >_>; But. So many breeds.

So, SQH as a horse crazy person who has put Too Much Thought into the horse breeds each sect would breed for their cultivators.

My very limited research on Chinese horse breeds is that they tend to be small, hardy, and get a lot of their genes from Mongolian horse breeds, which also tend to be small and hardy. (They also look pretty similar to each other, but I am not an actual Horse Person, just a former horse crazy person who can maybe tell the difference between a Morgan and a bay Quarter if she squints long enough.) And I mostly know breeds that are American, European, and Middle eastern (specifically, one breed, and the Americanized version at that), because that was the focus of most of my old horse books. :/ Through no fault of my own, since that's all I could find when I was an Otherkitten.

Though it would be funny if Shen Yuan was also horse crazy and mocked Airplane Bro for the Anachronistic Andalusians, Friesians, Paso Finos, Morgans and Akhal Tekes. (Huan Hua Palace would totally have Akhal Teke look alikes, they have metallic coats so their duns look gold!)

Story Ideas:

1. Shang Qinghua has to re-teach Cucumber how to ride. This may lead to Shang Qinghua remembering how Shen Jiu successfully managed to fake knowing how to ride...right up until he couldn't.

2. Cucumber bitching about the anachronistic horses. Airplane going I dun caaaaare. He is in his horse happy place, explaining why there are Mustangs on Bai Zhan Peak. (The disciples have to catch and train one for their mount.) The issue comes up because Bai Zhan stallions are absconding with the herd assigned to Qing Jing peak.

3. Shang Qinghua horse special interest babbling and Sha Hualing being appalled to discover she knows the same language. Mobei Jun is somewhat befuddled as it's mostly reindeer and dog sleds where he lives.

#svsss #story ideas #shang qinghua #horses

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rob0ti · 3 years

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Here is some more information of my Fae AU! The AU takes place in a medieval fantasy world where faes and magical creatures exist but they stay away from humans.

Shouta is a kelpie that takes the form of a black Friesian stallion most of the day but will shift to his human form occasionally.

He has gills on the side of his neck in both forms to breath (and sleep) underwater.

Shouta used to live in a small herd of other kelpies but sought a life of solitude since he didn't approve of their malevolent nature.

Most kelpies look to harm unsuspecting humans and drown them to their watery deaths.

Shouta is one of the rare few that are kind natured and only seek companionship.

He now lives in a lake alone near Hizashi's territory where the Phooka visits him daily.

#erasermic au #fae au #friesian horses are gorgeous and i thought they fit aizawa really well #fantasy au #erasermic #kelpie #kelpie!aizawa #the spiderwick books and art were a great inspiration for this au as well #my art #fan art #digital art #concept art #i think #fantasy creatures #fae creatures

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gospelofme · 3 years

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A Single Nod

@crc-general-orin TA DA

A single nod from him is all it took. He had agreed with her. He would remain and watch over the Kingdom. She would defend it.

She rose from her throne, the soft rustling of her extravagant gown sounded so loud in the silent courtroom. The advisors gathered averted their eyes as she glided passed them. Her head was held high, her mouth set, her gaze firm. She had given them two opportunities, each chance had been thrown back in her face. She would give no warning. She would give no quarter. Not again.

Once in the armory, she shed her gown. The fabrics pooled at her feet, she stepped out of it. Her handmaids dressed her. Gambeson first, pants, chainmail. Cinched to show her form, but still comfortable. Next the plates, not shining gold like her husband’s, hers were matte black. She was the Bringer of Death, he was the Bearer of Mercy. The plates were moulded to her form. Everyone who laid eyes upon her knew she was female. And they trembled. Her helmet, a black Armet with a narrow slit for her eyes. A long plume of horse tail hair was fixed to the top and reached to her shoulder blades.

Rows of knights armored in plate and metal stood at attention as she walked by. Her husband stood by her horse, handing her the reins after she mounted the large black Friesian. Her steed was armored in fitted plate as black as his hide. A blanket of chainmail protected his hindquarters. His mane and tail braided. The animal slammed his hoof against the stone impatiently. Her husband laid a single hand on her calf and gave her a smile, she responded by caressing his face with her armored hand. He had been her greatest supporter, her confidant, her lover, her friend. He was always knew just what to say when she needed it. He had done his best to avoid what was going to happen, but his offers of peace had been rejected one time too many.

And now she presents herself to her enemy, a few of his men flee in terror at the sight of her. A man on a white stallion. His elegant armor gleams brightly, but not like her husband’s. No, her husband’s armor is brighter than the sun. This man’s armor doesn’t look like it has seen a day in battle. Unlike hers. Hers has seen many fights, has kissed many swords and arrows, and has been washed in blood many times.

A single nod. That’s all it takes. A single nod from her to her General, who draws his sword. Her knights ready their weapons as her archers send arrows sailing over her head. She hears the screams as arrows hit their marks. She had the best archers in the land. Her knights were the fiercest fighters that has been known. She has two swords on her back, one on her hip and a metal spear in her right hand.

“No quarter from the Bringer of Death.” She says to her men.

“NO QUARTER FROM THE BRINGER OF DEATH!!” Her men scream in reply, the phrase echos across the field. More enemy fighters flee. But there are still enough left.

“Likewise, my Lady.” Echos the man’s voice back to her. She smiles. She hears him yell a command. Her archers send more arrows as he begins his charge. He had no cavalry. Her cavalry will come for him, for they are Death’s Wings.

A single nod is all it takes, her armored horse reared. At the same time, spear held aloft, she gave a scream, it was inhuman, like that of a wraith. Her men responded with an equally inhuman war cry. As soon as her mount’s hooves slammed back to the ground, she charged. Her men following. Wind rushed by as her steed charged at 40mph. She could see the terror in the eyes of the offending king even now. This was for real. She meant her words. He had had his chance with her beloved husband.

Soon her steel will taste his blood.

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#medieval #fantasy writing #knights in shining armor #the bringer of death #the bearer of mercy #fantasy #knights #kinda game of thrones?#queens #kings #kings and queens #armored queens #kingdoms

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orlovtrotter · 3 years

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Are Orlovs always grey? I love greys, but I am curious if there are other coat colours? Thx.

Orlov Trotters are mainly grey, this was the model coat colour that Count Orlov had in mind when he had been working on this breed, and grey of various shades remains the desired trait until our days. Of course, there are other colours in the breed.

As of 2018 data, the Orlov Trotter breed has 39.5% of greys, 32,6% of bays, 13.3% of blacks, 4.6% of chestnuts and liver chestnuts, and 0.6% of seal bays. Aside from these coat colours, Orlovs can be buckskin, palomino, and even cremello because there was an unnamed buckskin mare from Denmark that Count Orlov used in the second generation crosses at the beginning of the work on this breed. There are some other rare coat colours as well, often masked by grey and determined only by a genetic test, such as Roan (0.1% of all horses), Tobiano and Overo (these colours are considered undesirable but there were prominent stallions in the 19th century with such colours whose descendants are now stand in Kemerovo Stud and it is expected that horses with these colours can appear in the breed). There is also data that the beautiful silver shade some grey Orlovs have, as well as dapples, is caused by the silver dapple gene (Z) that is inherited from Arabian stallion Smetanka who was the main ancestor of the breed. I'm aware that the current existence of the silver dapple gene in purebred Arabians is disputed though there is some information that the Egyptian strain may have it. It’s impossible to say what the genetic composition of Arabian breed was at the end of the 18th century, though.

The current distribution of coat colours differs from that of the 19th and the beginning of the 20th centuries. Then the black coat colour in the breed had almost the same percentage as the grey (32.3% of blacks and 34.5% of greys up until 1927), which was the result of an unfortunate admixture of Friesian blood in the first half of the 19th century when the breed was released out of Khrenovoe Stud to other private studs. These crosses added some flashy leg action and beautiful black coat colour but had worsened the desirable type and speed and stamina, and it took the rest of the 19th century and collective efforts of the breed enthusiasts to get rid of the faults that this crossbreeding had brought. Some remnant of this cross remains even until modern days, for example, the study of mares from Kemerovo Stud breeding stock showed that black mares have longer body length than grey mares. The same study showed that grey mares are generally faster and more well-behaved than black ones.

There were other studies on whether speed depends on the coat colour; in the seventies, there was information in Soviet hippological sources that for Orlov Trotters grey horses are faster than ones with other coat colours. Recent research by Ukrainian specialists seems to confirm that the highest percentage of horses of 2.05 class is amongst the grey Orlovs (2.05 class means that a horse run 1600m within 2.05 minutes). Despite that, the current speed record belongs to liver chestnut Cowboy (1.57.2), so this question needs further studies.

#orlov trotter #horse coat colours #research

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mcmcntomorii-later · 2 years

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— i have added more to mukuro’s princess AU!! ovo i’ll post it under the cut here so y’all don’t have to go to it if ya don’t want but still wanna read it

Setting: Japan or Europe

Age: 18+

Occupation: Princess

For Japan Location Based:

With her parents trying and failing to produce a male heir after having Mukuro, and since her father wasn’t one to behead her mother for not producing a male heir or take on consorts they began trying to find matches for Mukuro in order to have her produce a male heir.

Hating the fact that she was being forced into marriage by her parents - who’d throw balls for the sole reason to find a prince for Mukuro. She’d go along with it, turning down all of the potential matches under the guise of them not meeting to what she considered to be the perfect standards that would continue the bloodline.

Mukuro’s very much a rebel in regards to royalty, often not following the social norms as a typical Princess should. She attends her lessons but also seeks out sword fighting lesson from any of the guards that are brave enough to allow her to learn.

For European Location Based:

The man she address as 'father' very clearly isn't. The Duke had a strong attraction to Eastern Women and so during an invasion, while the invasion as a whole was unsuccessful, he did managed to capture a woman to be one of his concubines. Unbeknownst to him, and Mukuro's mother, the woman was already pregnant before meeting him. Thankfully, the time in which he capture this woman and the birth of Mukuro fell in line that it was fairly easy to pass her off as the noble's child. Much to the dismay of the noble's wife.

Since the current queen has been unable to produce not only an heir, but any sort of child, Mukuro was quickly adapted into the family. Since having a child with a concubine is considered legitimate while as children with a mistress was not. At first, Mukuro was very well-behaved and outstandingly polite. While being taught English by tutors her "parents" arranged, her mother would teach her Japanese in secret, up until the point where her mother passed away 'mysteriously'.

The Duchess loathed Mukuro, going so far as to pour boiling water on her back when she was a young child, in order to punish her for being born.

As Mukuro grew older, the more rebellious she became. Especially as she was becoming more and more hated by the Duchess, who'd make her studies strict and just be overall extremely short-tempered with Mukuro. Especially with how easy Mukuro was passing her studies.

In addition to her regular studies, Mukuro also took up learning swordsmanship from any of the knights that would be comfortable enough to teach her.

While strongly disliking the concept of arranged/forced marriage/match making balls/ etc. ( mainly due to almost all the men she's been 'set up' with are all to hoity-toity for her tastes), Mukuro will act civil about it to her "parent's" faces all the while just trying her best to sabotage or make herself scarce so that these matchmaking meetings aren't successful. Facts for Both:

Her horse is a Black Friesian stallion named Affectionate Gambler ( Gambler or Gamble for short ), he stands at a little over 17 hands ( 68 inches / 173cm ). Very expressive and very playful/affectionate/gentle with Mukuro ( and a very very select few ). Can and will be an absolute bastard to everyone else.

He has a mix between a quiet and an interest temperament

Mukuro has basically grown up with this horse, being a young child when he was born and just bonded with him over time.

Mukuro has no issue riding side-saddle.

For Longsword, Mukuro takes the Posta di finestra stance ( window guard stance )

For Katana she typically takes a Jigen-ryū stance or a Tamiya-ryū stance.

If she's not practicing her swordfighting, she's out riding.

European Dress Style : Example 1, Example 2, Example 3, Example 4

Her Claymore she uses in combat

She doesn't really sleep well/at all during the night. So she tends to spend her time during the night either reading or walking in the gardens

#⌈ 👑 ⌉ STUBBORN NOBLE. || ✧ –––– PRINCESS!MUKURO.

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equestrianwritingsstuff · 3 years

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after Elise the knight wins a jousting tournament, she is approached by the prince, Nova, while he is astride his black stallion. dismounting, he kneels to her, kisses her hand, and declares that he is in love with her.

So first off, I kept their names generic (the knight and the prince) because my brain needs everything on my blog to be somewhat similar. But I did keep physical appearances just how you messaged me.

Secondly, this whole piece is not edited and is full of cheesy dialouge.

Third, I started writing this before this very particular scene. I hope you like it!

Warnings: weaponry (is that a word?), cut by a sword, jousting tournament

"This is absurd," the prince exclaimed as he walked his horse, a stunning black Friesian stallion, through the murky woods.

The event of plodding through the forest wasn't the "absurd" part the prince was so adamant about proclaiming. It was the fact that a knight, a woman knight to be exact, was leading his horse as she rode astride her mare- a shimmering chestnut colored Arab with the temperament of a feisty toddler.

"What is absurd is the fact that you rode that horse, not one of the steeds equipped for endurance, for a ride of distance," the knight, fair in stature with long blonde hair and icy blue eyes, retorted as she clucked her horse along.

Friesians, as dashing as they were, did not have the physical ability to go on long treks. Arabs, skinnier by far- the knight hated the size difference between the bold stallion and the petite mare- were the proper mount; given the occasion.

"I have a parade when I get into Neighboring Kingdom's citadel," the prince replied, unfased by the knight's blatant voice. "Riding one of my otherwise less glamorous horses would be unsuitable."

"You expect you joust in this thing?" The knight gestured towards the stallion.

"Yes I do."

"I think you expect to lose," the knight rolled her eyes.

The pair came upon a beaten down path. Horsetracks and wheel-marks indented the ground, making it seem like a plow paved it then a boulder rolled across. The knight tossed the reins back to her sire. The useless horse would be able to plod across a path. It wasn't like they were in the middle of the woods, having to watch for holes and omnious roots as trip hazards.

Her mare obviously took the lead, her neck stretched out, ears pointed forward as she viewed every tree and every stump with inquisitive curiosity. The bridle she wore, a nice black one was a jeweled browband that stretched down to a cowlick in the center of her forehead. The bit, a simple one, not too harsh for the mare's sensitive mouth, was made of the finest metal. A martingale, ornated with the finest blue and white jewels that matched the browbane, stretched from the bridle to the girth underneath the tiny horse's stomach.

The saddle was much more simple. It was, by all means, meant for speed. Not so much for fighting, but she still wore a scabbard with a fancy sword.

"The warrior who I am fighting is the kingdom's strongest knight," the prince said, desperate to start coversing with the elegant, if not glamourous lady.

"So is it even worth this journey?"

"Indeed." The prince wanted to say more, but that would make it seem like he was pushing it. After all, he didn't want to annoy the knight- that wouldn't be a good way to foster a relationship.

After a couple hours of sparse conversation and making forks in the road, the pair came upon a small village nestled into the base of a mountain.

"We shall stop here," the knight said, her voice full of undeniable tiredness.

The prince, on the other hand, preferred to keep on going. They could just an hour's travel in then camp in the woods, under a willow tree... if the environment proved loyal, he could also find some holly and string it over the campfire...

"Sire?"

"Wha- ah yes, stopping here will be beneficial."

"Beneficial?"

"Yes, for sleep and food." Did he just embarrass himself?

"Mm."

The village was still in the prince's kingdom, though on the border. Some may argue against that territorial arrangement, but the small town's people waved the black and blue flag of the prince's kingdom.

The chorus of excited outbursts and anxious ramblings was the first noise that the prince and knight heard, even before the placid bleat of the sheep and the moo of the vast heards of cattle.

"The prince is here!"

"Tell the elders that the prince arrived!"

"Prepare a room!"

The prince trotted his horse forward, the long silkly feathers on its hooves brushing the ground in elegant fashion. The knight's Arab nodded her head and crow-hopped, putting up a fit that the lady riding was not a fan of.

"Knock it off," she growled, pushing her hands forward whenever the mare would rear so she wouldn't pull on her tender mouth.

The Friesian and blue haired prince greeted the oncoming crowd with arrogant waves and smiles. The knight dismounted the hot headed chestnut horse and led her through the city. She would have to find a cottage, a shed at best, to rest before finishing the trek the next day.

She strolled through the village, whispering soft words to her horse and scratching its long ears.

After much judging and contemplation, the knight walked up to an isolated house. It had a shed with hay and a water trough, so it would accommodate the mare's needs as well. Before even knocking on the wooden door, she allowed her horse to drink.

A small girl made her appearance, her eyes widening in suprise before rushing off, calling for "father".

A man came along next, armed with a sword. The knight did not unsheath her weapon, but stood next to the scabbard just in case.

"What are you doing here knight?"

"Passing through sir."

"By yourself?"

"The prince is with me. Now, if I may, could I sleep inside this shed tonight?"

"No member of the palace is welcome here."

That is unfortunate...

"Well sir, we had a long day, at least let my mount drink."

The man raised his sword and stepped forward. "Leave," he grunted.

The knight, not wishing to start something, gathered the reins and swung into the saddle with ease.

"Good day," she said as proceeded to walk away, but at the last moment, a blade slit her thigh.

"Hey!" She exclaimed, drawing her sword. The mare, jittery with excitement at the sight of the dazzling weapon, spun around quickly. Her ears pricked forward, awaiting further comands.

"You do not strike an officer of the king and a personal bodyguard of the prince," she spoke her well-rehearsed words in a slight accent, habit from all the times she mocked the statement in the mirror.

"Leave my property," the man warned. The knight lowered her sword slightly, but did not move.

"Sir, I don't want to start anything, but if I must..." I also don't want to show submission, she thought to herself, but kept that hidden in her cognitive sayings.

"My knight!" Came a roaring voice just as the two metals were about to collide. The knight backed her horse up briskly to avoid any harm to the skinny face.

"My prince," the knight lowered herself into an awkward bow.

"Is this man troubling you?"

"Nothing more than I can't handle," the knight replied, sheathing her sword. The man, a strangly thing with a coarse brown beard, and beady eyes, still held his own weapon high- ready to fight for whatever reason.

"Back off," the prince wielded his horse around and clucked him into a threatening rear. The seventeen hand-high stallion towered over the man who scurried into the safety of his cottage.

"I could've handled it," the knight said as the prince looked at her.

"I know, but sometimes allow me to be a gentleman," he teased, his eyes searching the cut on the knight's leg. "Are you okay?"

"It's just a scratch, I had worse."

"Get it cleaned."

The knight didn't reply, she just asked for a walk and started to stroll down the desolate street- the civilians must've fled with the brief commotion started.

"Come with me!" The prince called, but the knight kept walking. She didn't want her sire to rub it in that he saved her- not that she needed it. Heck, she could've finished the man right there and then if the oh so lovely prince did not interfere.

The next morning, the pair was even more silent then normal. The knight rode a good few strides ahead of the prince, not even reacting to his petty complaints.

The Neighboring Kingdom where the prince was to joust was only a morning's ride away. The tournament was in the afternoon and the next day where princes and lords were to fight until there was only one victor.

The prince was, by all means, the best at jousting- actually anything on horseback, not that the knight would admit it. He won the first five within one pass and then he was done for the day. The next day would be the championship to determine the winner.

And the new Champion.

Oddly enough, the two competitors were the prince and the prince from the kingdom in which they were competing.

The two lined up their horses on opposite ends of the arena and held their lances steadfast. The Friesian was rearing, just like the other's gray horse was prancing about.

The bell rang.

The two kicked their horses into a gallop, rushing at the other with lances high in the air. The Other Prince leveled his at the prince's neck and...

He dodged, ducked clear out of sight.

They lined up again.

Ding!!

The horse's hooves clawed at the air as they races towards one another. The lances leveled, the horses sped up (the knight was mildly impressed at the Friesian's ability to perform).

This time, the prince was able to knock his for off his horse. He clattered onto the ground, armor striking hard soil.

Cheers rallied in the crowd, apart from a few jeering remarks about "unfairness" and "cheating".

The prince took his praise proudly, and the knight found herself clapping alone with the audience. That was until the prince cantered up to her, dismounted...

"My knight," he purred, taking her hand and kissing it politely. He knelt down onto one knee.

"Will you marry me?" He asked.

"No."

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