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mubarak-malik-ibrahim88 · 19 days ago

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A Bold Symbol of Strength and Freedom

This stunning piece, "Majestic Sunset Stallion", captures the spirit of freedom, power, and grace embodied by a majestic horse standing in a vibrant desert landscape. The horse, with its glossy chestnut coat, white blaze, and elegant white socks, takes center stage against a breathtaking sunset. The sky is painted in rich shades of orange, yellow, and pink, creating a warm and dynamic contrast with the rugged cliffs and sparse desert vegetation in the background.

The artwork showcases incredible attention to detail, from the muscle definition of the horse to the subtle shadows cast by the setting sun. The interplay of light and color brings the scene to life, making it both captivating and inspiring. This design combines a photorealistic aesthetic with a slightly painterly touch, making it perfect for equestrian enthusiasts, nature lovers, or anyone seeking a bold statement piece for their home or office.

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ilovelocust · 8 years ago

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The Ranch (Part 5)

Inspired by this piece of art made by @tane-p

Note: I’m going the mythical creatures route to explain centaur diets on this one. They can kind of survive on a horse’s diet, but really they need some extra stuff mixed in to be really healthy.

No promises on a second update today. I may have time, but I’m also doing real life stuff.

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The crisp morning air fills his nostrils. Everywhere he looks there is clear grassy terrain running up against brilliant blue sky. Most importantly of all, a laugh filled with all the joy in the world sings to his ears. Shiro stands beside him, the sun making his glossy coat shine. The other stallion smiles and waves at him to follow, taking off across the plain. Keith follows. Wind whipping through his hair while he gallops after. A deep sense of belonging settles in him. This is where he’s meant to be, playing and running free across the open fields with Shiro.

Keith opens his eyes to dark stable walls. Just a dream. He stretches as best he can. He’s always been a little uncomfortable after sleeping standing up, especially his upper half, but the loose straw on the floor is not nearly thick enough to protect his knees and hocks from the hard ground. He shakes out each of his legs in turn, then twists his upper abdomen side to side. There is a persistent aching cramp in his arms and upper shoulders, but there is nothing he can do about that at the moment.

Maybe he can convince one of the ranch hands to untie them soon. Since seeing Shiro, and establishing once again that the other stallion will never ever beat him in a race, he’s played nice. Tried to get the humans to think he’s been talked into accepting the lot in life they’re trying to force on him. Keeping pace when they lead him, trotting when they tell him too, even keeping his distaste at their touching his flanks down to a twitch in his hind legs. Okay, maybe he kicked at that last one, but his hoof didn’t connect with the hand’s knees, so it still counts.

The behavior goes against his original plan of being a massive pain right up until he took off for the horizon, but his original plan had been based on him being the only one here. Finding Shiro requires a whole different approach. The Ranch is too deep in human territory to escape on his own and come back with a raiding party. Humans would surely mount a counterattack that would leave more dead than rescued. He’s willing to risk his life but the others have moved on. They’d never agree.

No, if he wants to get them both out of here. He needs to convince the ranch hands that leaving Shiro and him together is a good way to get what they want. Wait until the humans let their guard down, and then they can escape together. The fences are short enough that with a running start he can easily clear them, and they are both fast enough that they should be able to get out of the human territory within half a day easy. Once on the plains, they’ll never be found.

A minor commotion starts just out of the sight range his stall provides. One far too chipper voice, the rustle of a big bag, and the sound of clacking as everyone in the entire stable adjusts where they are standing. Oh great, it’s time for breakfast, blick. Breakfast was the worst meal of the day. Dinner tended to leave a lot to be desired, generally consisting of whatever vegetables the Ranch could get cheap, random greenery, and maybe some oats. No meat, not for him at least. He doesn’t know what you have to do to be one of the centaurs in the stable that actually gets their meals to acknowledge they’re an omnivore, but he’s pretty sure he wouldn’t be willing to do it. Breakfast on the other hand, is hay. Just hay. He hates hay. Some people like it, but for him, eating grass was always a last resort when he was free. He’d rather go hungry for a day while his traps caught some nice juicy rabbits than eat grass. Shiro used to always joke if he wasn’t such a good hunter he’d have starved. Shiro…

He recognizes the ranch hand that stops by his stall to dish out his allotment of hay. He’s the same one that comes by every day. He’s shorter than the others, small in every way. He could be young, but then again, what Keith can see of his skin is a shade of brown he hasn’t seen on the other humans, maybe he’s a different breed? It doesn’t matter.

Keith kicks the gate, making it shake with a bang. The tiny human jumps back, startled. The wide eyes that look up at him, lean towards his young theory. Though, maybe he’s just smart enough to know Keith would gladly bash his head in if he could get away with it, “I want to see him,” Keith demands. He gave them a couple days of playing ‘tame’ to show that he could, but his plan requires they think frequent contact with Shiro is necessary to maintain the attitude they want.

“See who?” The tiny human asks. Looking nervously to where he still has to finish giving Keith his meal. The feeding trough is attached to Keith’s side of the gate, only way he can eat with his hands tied. If the human wants to finish his job, he has to stick his hand in to where Keith’s teeth can reach him.

“You know who,” The ranch hands gossip, no way has his attachment to Shiro gone unnoticed by anyone, “He’s big and missing an arm. I want to see him.” Descriptors because he’s going to bite off his tongue before calling Shiro by the name they gave him, but he’s still playing nice so he can’t use Shiro’s real name.

“I can’t do that for you,” No duh, this place has an obvious hierarchy, and this guy just has a list of chores. Keith’s not stupid.

Keith steps as close to the gate as he can, glaring down. His height isn’t generally intimidating, but he’s finally found someone that makes even him look huge. He works that angle for all it’s worth, “Talk to someone who can.”

“O-okay, I’ll talk to the boss,” The human backs away slowly, as if Keith had a way to get over this gate without stabbing himself in the gut, “As soon as I’m done.” He says in a rush, before scampering off to the other side of the stable to feed the others.

He can’t decide if he’s disappointed or happy that the tiny human forgot to give him the rest of his alloted hay.

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