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1 month ago with 1 note

 { bog hopping yo }

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1 month ago with 3 notes

primrosethepooka said:

 dat horse has his priorities straight

    breakfast over bitches

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1 month ago with 4 notes

{ story time

                At the ranch I work at,
        there’s this new stallion that’s really mild tempered and super nice and moves really well and is just a gorgeous horse.
and the owner of the ranch bought him so that his son could breed his two mares, right?

  Right so.

       They’re kinda prepping them to be around each other so they’ve been leading the mares up to the stall and letting them smell at each other and then turning the mare for Ticket to smell yknow becuase hot damn dat mare ass.

anyway. So the other day they were bringing the mares around.
Now, stallions usually go crazy with a mare anywhere near them. Like seriously.
And Ticket was eating breakfast and looked up and nickeed and stuff yknow ike oooh lady.

 but then he literally just turned his nose down to his food.

  There was a hot mare with dat booty ready for him and he was like nah I’m gonna eat yo.

                                       Basic man amirite }

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{||: ✯ :||} Something about this human-mare was strange.
She was dressed like he’d never seen a two-leg clothed in such a way, and somehow his attention was grabbed by it.

        And yet, the initial distrust and unease within the stallion was eased by some sort of force.
Perhaps it was how she held herself, or maybe it was just the aura of perfection and kindness that left him feeling quite….
                                                 relaxed, safe, perhaps?

  How strange. 
And his nostrils would flare, head bobbing and brows pulling in curiosity over dark eyes.

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   excuse me i am personally offended

  well sorry that breathign makes u offended

      u know what makes m e ofended

 humans u

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"Where is your owner, ĉevalo?” Are you lost?”

{||: ✯ :||} “Owner?

                              I’ll have you know,
                I am a free equine. I’ve no need for two-legs…

   …. now, what on earth are you?
  I’ve never seen a coyote such as yourself.”

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anna r u breathin at me


I’m giving u air from my lungs

                               breathing isn’t illegal

1 month ago with 2 notes

  { Sorry I haven’t really been online this or my Erik blog as of recent.
I’ve been having a really hard several weeks, and things are just piling up. Idunno.

   I’ve also been distracting myself with getting supplies for my Anubis costume I’m making, so. yknow.

     As far as being online goes, I probably won’t be for the net three-to-four days starting tomorrow because I’m going to a conference thing with my church and. Idunno.
I kinda don’t want to go.

  Speaking of, can I ask you guys something? Like, for advice or something? I’ll put it under a read  more to keep dash stuff clean.

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The little girl giggled a bit when he blew in her face, and she reached carefully up to pet him, as she always did with her father’s horse. “Do you have a name, horsie? My daddy’s horse is named Khan, for the fearsome foe he’s helping defeat!” Baba had been gone for so long, and she’d missed seeing him and his warhorse around home.

{||: ✯ :||}  Ears swiveled forward toward the human-filly, brows knitting over eyes that shone with the stars in the sky of the open wild.

         He practically shone with his homeland, from his free-growing coat to his long mane, to that way he flinched lightly at her touch, despite forcing himself not to move away.

     Oh, so THAT was Khan. Another horse, indeed….
                     But the horse was defeating an ENEMY? Surely, it was possible, though the thought of a warrior-stallion (if Khan even was a stallion) fighting under the control of a man… it made the equine to mentally scowl.

                               Oh, but that question!
                                                Did he have a name?
                He’d been called everything from Stallion to Mustang, and now even ‘Horsie’…
                             He didn’t have a set name, not one he knew.

          Nickering, reverberating through his nasal, head bobbing a little up and down now, tossing his mane, tail flicking across his hindquarters to rid of any flies.
If he could tell her, he would.

                                     He had no name, no owner.
                            He was free and wild and courageous!
                                      But he was also far from home.

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"Horsie, horsie! Like Khan!"

{||: ✯ :||}  What strange blathering this was,
                   coming from the two-legged filly before him.

                                              Was she comparing him to another equine? He couldn’t tell.

    All that Spirit might do, however, is bob his head downwards toward the child, blowing air out through his lips, producing that silly little ‘motorboat’ sound that is oh-so-familiarized with horses.

           Who on earth was Khan?