#black onyx equestrian

[brokenonyxestate]

Quiet and rainy

I know I have been quiet for a while, but I have been busy with getting but the retired horses and the young horses into their new rutine. A new horse also landed here today. It's a new boarding horse named Hermés, and he is the son of Ysabel's mare BOE Prada. He is 4 years old, and now owned by Ysabel, who needed a new horse after Prada retired earlier this month.

He has been owned by her for about three months, but has been send to another training stable to be broken in, as Ysabel - with her back injury - couldn't do that herself safely.

But now he has arrived, and even if he is still young he is a good boy, and has the best intentions when ridden. Ysabel hopes to enter him in his first dressage show next month or the month after, we will see when precisely later on.

It was definitely hard for Ysabel to retire Prada, but buying her son gave Ysabel the light back in her eyes. She wants to possibly geld him in a few months, as he is still very stallion-y, but we will see, as she possibly want to offer him as stud, if he does well in competitions over the next year or so.

I hope to post more pictures tomorrow or so, as I have some big news to reveal!

[astra-galaxie]

"Petite Cece! I was hoping I would get to see you before the award ceremony! You are a very busy lady!" - Kilian Bontemps

Biographical information

Full Name: Kilian Bontemps

Alias(es):

Kili

Ki

Night Rider/Le Cavalier de Nuit

King of Shadows/Shadow King

Gender: Genderqueer (pronouns he/him)

Sexuality: Pansexual

Status: Alive

Age: 38 (season 4)

Birth: 1852

Race: Witch

Nationality: French-American

Origin: New Orleans, USA

Residence:

Concordia, USA

New Orleans, USA (formerly)

Profession(s):

Equestrian

Magician

Past profession(s):

Magician's Assistant

Prostitute

Family:

Isaac Bontemps (brother)

Jacob Bontemps (twin brother) (deceased)

Unnamed mother

Noah Bontemps (father)

Celine Georges (cousin) (deceased)

Jacques Bontemps (son)

Sélène Bontemps (daughter)

Rochelle Chevalier (stepdaughter)

Partner(s): Notre Chevalier (boyfriend)

Affiliation(s):

The Circus of Dreams

Cirque de Nuit (formerly)

Profile

Height: 5'6" Age: 38 (season 4) Weight: 150lbs Eyes: black Blood: O+

Kilian is a man of average height with a lithe build, dark skin and thick, inky, straight black hair that brushes his shoulders. He wears an informal horseback rider's uniform consisting of tight white breeches fastened with a black belt tucked into tall black boots, a black coat with silver buttons, a silver horseshoe brooch on the left side and a matching short scarf tied around his neck.

When performing, Kilian wears a silver mask with black trim covering his eyes. The mask has a black Cheshire moon in the center of the eyes, covered by black mesh; black stars frame the eyes, and smaller white sparks fill the empty spaces.

When not performing, he usually wears a plain black mask with silver, white or black mesh over the eyes.

As per his suspect appearance in Heartbroken, Kilian knows anatomy, likes horse shows, and speaks French.

As per his appearance in The Greatest Murder, he wears his magician outfit consisting of a fitted dark gray, long-sleeved shirt with a silver and white waist corset. Tight black pants tucked into mid-calf high black boots with silver heels, matching laces, and white fur trimming the tops. The outfit has a few layered silver chains hung from the bottom of the corset to drape over Kilian’s hips. For accessories, it has fingerless black gloves, silver bracelets with chains that connected to rings on the middle fingers, a small black tophat with a gray band and a silver bell pinned on one side, and a knee-length black cloak with a silver clasp shaped like a crescent moon. It has Kilian’s starry mask and black lipstick with a shiny ombre effect in the center to complete the look.

When acting as a magician, Kilian openly carries a black staff with a bat on top. The bat is secretly his Palismen, a familiar-like creature made of wood from a special tree infused with magic to help him with spell casting. The Palismen is a black bat with ruby-red eyes. It is known as the Palismen of Darkness and is one of the strongest Palismen in existence.

Powers and abilities

Kilian is a shadow witch. His powders focus on darkness, but his type of magic does not limit him to just darkness. Some of Kilian’s abilities include:

Potion making

Spell casting

Shadow/Darkness manipulation

Dream Manipulation

This is only for nightmares. He can twist people’s dreams into nightmares, but he can also remove nightmares from people, leaving behind only good dreams

Shadow Travel

Shadow portals

Night vision

Other facts about Kilian’s magic:

His horse, Éclipsa, is created out of shadows. While he can shadow travel without her, Éclipsa makes it easier

Like all Palismen, Kilian’s help regulate his magic and prevent it from going haywire

His Palismen can come to life and act as Kilian’s familiar. It appears to be a real bat but has some un-bat-like qualities that give away its Palismen status

The Palismen’s name is Onyx

Onyx and all future Palismen are based on the ones from the show The Owl House

He really did make the sailors who assaulted him go insane. He used their shadows to trap them in their minds, forcing them only to see their worst nightmares and causing them to lose their sanity. Kilian doesn't remember doing this as he was disassociating at the time as a trauma response, and his magic took control to protect him

While he wears his mask to avoid his reflection, Kilian also wears it for magical reasons. Due to his magic being darkness-based, his eyes are sensitive to light. Kilian also wears masks to prevent himself from accidentally unleashing nightmares on people, as it can easily happen when someone looks into his eyes

History

Kilian is the youngest brother of Isaac Bontemps and the twin brother of the late Jacob Bontemps. He grew up in New Orleans alongside his brothers until Jacob was killed in a tragic accident when a horse trampled him. The Bontemps family fell apart after the boy's death, and Kilian suffered the worst. His parents and Isaac couldn't bear to see his face, the face he shared with his deceased twin. Soon, Kilian became a ghost in his own home and raised himself as his family neglected him.

Things never improved, except when he started wearing masks to hide his eyes. While his parents still ignored him, Isaac did start talking to him occasionally now that he couldn't see Jacob's eyes when he looked at Kilian. It was also around this time that Kilian began performing on the stress of New Orleans as a magician, entertaining locals and tourists. It didn't make much money, but it was enough to let Kilian buy necessities for himself.

However, the nicer times wouldn't last long. When the anniversary of Jacob's death arrived, the Bontemps did what they did every year: the parents visited the cemetery, Isaac went to the bar and got drunk, and Kilian stayed home in his room. But unlike previous years, this time, Kilian ran into a drunk Isaac when his brother returned home after being kicked out of the bar. Isaac, believing Kilian was Jacob, begged for his forgiveness and apologized for killing him. Kilian was outraged at hearing Isaac plead for Jacob's forgiveness after all the suffering he had gone through and yelled at his brother before storming off, packing his things and leaving New Orleans.

After leaving New Orleans, Kilian travelled around the USA, putting on magic shows to try and make enough money to survive. Sadly, it wasn't very profitable, and he needed to resort to another way of making money: selling his body for other people's pleasure. He did this for years and hated every intimate moment, but he couldn't go home or find any better work. Eventually, one of these encounters resulted in a baby, his son Jacques, who was abandoned by his mother to cover up her affair from her husband.

The new father continued his prostitution to provide for his son, but after an incident in town, Kilian was forced to flee with Jacques or else they would be killed. They escaped by hiding in a train car belonging to Cirque de Nuit and, thankfully, weren't discovered until the following day when they were long gone from the town. Kilian feared the circus workers would hurt him and Jacques, but to his shock, they offered him a home instead. He became the magician's assistant and found a new family- and a lover who only saw Kilian when he looked into his black eyes.

For the first time in his life, Kilian felt like he had a place where he belonged. He loved performing wherever the travelling circus went and watching his son grow up happier than he ever would have dreamed. Jacques had a childhood of love and happiness, and while Kilian wishes he could have had the same kind of childhood, he's glad his son got one. Several years after joining the circus, Kilian decided that he wanted Jacques to have a chance to get a formal education, so he, his partner and his partner's daughter (Kilian's unofficial stepdaughter) left Cirque de Nuit.

The family settled in a small town where Kilian and his partner got jobs at a local stable as an equestrian performer and stablehand, respectively. It wasn't as exciting as the circus, but Jacques and Rochelle enjoyed their schools and new friends, so the fathers couldn't complain. Kilian also became friends with a woman who worked on the farm, an ex-prostitute who wanted a safer life for herself. But that dream of hers was shattered after she was attacked and impregnated against her will, though her attacker didn't know he'd left her pregnant.

To protect his friend, Kilian pretended he was the father of her baby. While the biological father was suspicious, everyone else easily believed two ex-prostitutes had slept together… Kilian was hurt that the town thought so low of them, but his friend was safe, and that was all that mattered. And when the baby was born, he instantly fell in love with her despite not sharing any blood. But sadly, the mother died due to blood loss from the birth.

Kilian imminently claimed the baby as his own, signing his name on her birth certificate and naming her Sélène after his cousin. With a new addition to their family, they left town to prevent Sélène's biological father from discovering the truth and ended up in Concordia. They fell in love with the new city and found a home to call their own. Concordia was like nowhere else they had been before, and Kilian was excited for the next chapter of his life.

Events of Criminal Case

Season 4

Kilian debuted in Heartbroken after a poster for his show was found on one of the crime scenes. Argo and Maddie, not knowing his connection to Isaac, interrogated him about the murder. Kilian claimed not to know the victim, and after introducing himself to the detectives, he was shocked to discover that they worked with his brother. But he hid most of his surprise at the reveal and avoided further suspicion.

However, Kilian was questioned a second time after it was discovered that he had been a patient of the victim. Kilian confirmed that the victim had treated him, but he respected the man and had no reason to kill him, especially not after the exceptional care he received. Kilian's innocence was proven true after the killer was arrested.

Later, he reunited with Isaac, but the reunion was so tense that Argo could have cut it with a knife. In an attempt to get into his brother's good graces, Isaac (with Argo's help) retrieved a music box Kilian had asked them to find for him. After discovering an unknown name on the box, Evie analyzed it and found that Kilian had a son named Jacques. Isaac was stunned to hear he had a nephew but was less surprised when Kilian refused to let them meet. Despite getting the cold shoulder, Isaac vowed to prove himself to his brother and show Kilian that he loved him and wanted to be a family again.

The night before the World Exhibition award ceremony, Celine dragged Isaac to the equestrian arena to see Kilian. However, it wasn't the happy family reunion she had imagined. Instead, Kilian revealed all the pain and neglect he endured growing up as the ghost of his dead brother. Many secrets were exposed, and even more tears were shed. But even though it was filled with heartbreak, it did help Kilian and Isaac take the first step towards becoming brothers again.

Sadly, the next time Isaac and Kilian would be together was when they were packing up Celine's workshop following her death. Kilian brought Sélène with him and had to silently admit it was nice to see one of his kids interacting with his brother. Of course, it was still Jacques's decision on if he wanted to meet Isaac, but this was a step in the right direction. The brothers also got to deliver Celine's final message to Greta Gundwood, the woman their cousin loved most. It was hard to watch Greta take Celine's cremated remains back to France, but Kilian and Isaac know their cousin is in good hands.

Story Information

First appeared: Heartbroken

Trivia

He started wearing masks to hide his eyes, as every time he or someone else looked at them, they only saw Jacob's. Kilian has gotten so used to wearing masks that he can get panic attacks without them

He owns many masks in several colours, styles, and designs. He prefers to wear black and/or silver ones, but he's not opposed to wearing other colours depending on the occasion

While he served as a magician/magician assistant at Cirque de Nuit, Kilian occasionally performed as an acrobat. He loved flying through the air and performing on the trapeze

Kilian got his horse, a beautiful black Friesian mare named Éclipsa, while he still worked for Cirque de Nuit

Unlike traditional equestrians, Kilian is a lot more "showy." He's not afraid to take risks with his tricks and use his good looks to his advantage. People call him a show-off, but Kilian just replies that he knows how to entertain a crowd

Kilian's parents neglected him after Jacob's death. They couldn't handle looking at him and seeing their dead son's face, which led to them ignoring/avoiding him to the point of neglect

Gallery

Here is the drawing I made for the mask Kilian wears during shows:

Kilian without a mask:

A drawing of Onyx by @sereno-world-sky

Link to original pin

Disclaimer: Character design was created using Rinmarugames ! I have only made minor edits to the design! Background courtesy of CriminalArtist5

Links to my stories:

The Case of the Criminal (Ao3/Wattpad) Killer Bay (Ao3/Wattpad) Where in the World are the Killers? (Ao3/Wattpad) Murders of The Past (Ao3/Wattpad)

(Thank you to @chessmaton for listening to me ramble about Kilian's design and backstory! You were a big help in fleshing out this OC!🥰)

[cordeliacordate]

the horses

cowboy like me by cordeliacordate

CLM MASTERPOSTS the horses: part one | part two

Stark Ranch

BARN NAME: Blaze OWNER: Stark Ranch RIDER: Rickon Stark AGE & HEIGHT: 21 years | 14.2 hands COAT & GENDER: chestnut gelding BREED: unregistered quarter horse PRIMARY DISCIPLINE: Rickon’s bombproof kids’ horse

BARN NAME: Dottie REGISTERED NAME: Starks Bastard Daughter OWNER: Stark Ranch HEIGHT: 16.0 hands COAT & GENDER: bay mare BREED: Rhonyar Warmblood BREEDER: Stark Ranch SIRE: MTL Sunrise Dawn (Martell) DAM: Bastards Daughter PRIMARY DISCIPLINE: three-day eventing

BARN NAME: Bruno REGISTERED NAME: Starks Top Dawg OWNER: Stark Ranch RIDER: Sara Stark HEIGHT: 16.3 hands COAT & GENDER: red chestnut gelding BREED: Rhoynar Warmblood PRIMARY DISCIPLINE: three day eventing INFO: Bruno's ear is scrungly even though it doesn't show it here :)

BARN NAME: Al REGISTERED NAME: MDY Al Pacino OWNER: Stark Ranch RIDER: Sara Stark HEIGHT: 16.1 hands COAT & GENDER: bay mare BREED: Warmblood PRIMARY DISCIPLINE: three day eventing

HRH Targaryen Equestrians

A registered prefix, like HRH, is a unique way for a bloodline and/or a stable to be recognized in the very name of a horse. It's a sign of prestige and ownership.

Horses born downline from a heritage horse that remain at the Red Keep will include a secondary name (e.g. HRH Prince Caraxes.) It is not uncommon for people to pay large sums of money to be able to lease, buy, breed their own mounts to (if approved), and/or compete on these horses under the HRHTE umbrella.

A heritage horse will only have one name following HRH (e.g. HRH Vermax.)

All non-heritage horses in the Red Keep legally belong to HRH Targaryen Equestrians, including Onyx and Skiffy, although the original heritage horse's owner/rider will be given a percentage of ownership that is nontransferable upon death (e.g. HRH Seasmoke Skiff is owned by both Laenor and HRHTE.) Non-heritage horses are ridden at the approval of management, even by family members. In most cases, it means HRHTE decides when you ride, what horse you ride, how, where, and when you compete.

BARN NAME: Caraxes REGISTERED NAME: HRH Caraxes OWNER: Daemon Targaryen RIDER: Daemon Targaryen HEIGHT: 16.3 hands GENDER: red chestnut stallion BREED: Valyrian Warmblood BREEDER: HRH Targaryen Equestrians SIRE: HRH Spring Prince PRIMARY DISCIPLINE: show jumping

BARN NAME: Sissy REGISTERED NAME: HRH Dark Sister Caraxes OWNER: HRH Targaryen Equestrians, Daemon Targaryen RIDERS: multiple, including Jacaerys HEIGHT: 16.3 hands COAT & GENDER: seal brown mare BREED: Valyrian Warmblood BREEDER: HRH Targaryen Equestrians SIRE: HRH Caraxes PRIMARY DISCIPLINE: show jumping

BARN NAME: Prince REGISTERED NAME: HRH Prince Caraxes OWNER: HRH Targaryen Equestrians, Daemon Targaryen RIDER: multiple, including Baela Targaryen HEIGHT: 16.2 hands COAT & GENDER: bay stallion BREED: Valyrian Warmblood BREEDER: HRH Targaryen Equestrians SIRE: HRH Caraxes PRIMARY DISCIPLINE: show jumping

Other

BARN NAME: Bally REGISTERED NAME: Balerions Ballerina OWNER: Aria Sport Horses RIDER: Natalia Aria HEIGHT: 16.2 hands COAT & GENDER: black mare BREED: Valyrian Warmblood BREEDER: HRH Targaryen Equestrians SIRE: HRH Balerion DAM: Dancing Reach PRIMARY DISCIPLINE: dressage INFO: artificial insemination breeding

NOTE: some information has been omitted because of spoilers or lack of relevancy ☆ thank you (again) to @heliophytes for all of his help and support <3

[regalfairytaleacademy]

Technical Information

Name: Ariel Mirabel Stellareinette

Japanese: アリエル・ミラベル・ステラレネット (Ari Eru miraberu suterarenetto)

Quote: "No matter if you're disability, you still a reliable one."

Age: 19 y.o

Birthday: May 21st

Star Sign: Gemini

Height: 174 cm

Hair Color: Strawberry Blonde

Eyes Color: Gold

Race: Fairy

Species: Light Fairy

Homeland: Queendom of Quartz

Family:

Unnamed father (deceased)

Cressida Stellareinette (Mother; deceased)

Cassander Conte (Stepfather)

Senara Evelyn Stellareinette (Aunt)

Evangelos Serenite Stellareinette (Uncle)

Cryus Anlon Stellareinette (Half-uncle)

Veronica Skye (Aunt)

Richard Stellareinette (Half-cousin)

Celine Stellareinette (Half-cousin)

Nicknames / Aliases:

Mira (by Celine and Richard)

Ari-senpai (by freshmen)

Reine des Lumières (by Rook Hunt and Rozebelle Adoria)

Useless child (by Senara and Evangelos)

Darling, baby, Arimira (all by Cassander)

Others:

Perfect star (by the citizens)

Selfish princess (by envious citizens)

Lady Stellareinette (by servants)

School Facts and Fun Facts

Dorm: Voguefleur

School Year: 3rd / Junior

Class: 3-C | Student no. 14

Occupation:

Student

Crown Princess of Queendom of Quartz

Future sole heiress to the Queendom of Quartz

Masked idol

Best Subject: Basic Etiquette | Classical Dance

Worst Subject: Obstacle Course

Club: Equestrian Club

Dominant Hand: Right

Favorite Colors: Apple Green, Indigo and Onyx Black

Favourite Food: Vegetable stew

Least Favorite: Sweets

Likes: Her family and friends, books, being her true self, freedom, adventure, swordsmanship, romance, flowers, music, people who appreciate kinds of beauty from inside, dancing, have a true love, animals, chasing her dreams, her cousins Richard and Celine, parties, her magic, pictures, helping others, her kingdom, bonding with her family and friends, arts

Dislikes: Perfections, quarrelling, being called "selfish and prideful", confinements, losing friends, narcissists, cheaters, being shamed, her friends being mistreated, tradition rules, overprotective, being nagged, prejudice, misanthropy, restriction, losing her powers and home, her family's exceptions, forced marriages, people's antics, not being her true self, being disturb, rumors, gossips, nonsenses, nemesis, being spoiled, criticism

Hobbies: Reading, training, fencing, taking nap, gardening, studying, pranking on her cousins and friends, hosting parties, watching drama, visiting forests, animal caretaking, sand painting

Talents: Swordsmanship, leadership, light-darkness manipulation, healing, spell casting, self-defense, telekinesis, invisibility, knowledge, levitate powers, sand painting

Idol Stat

Performance: Her vocal range perfect for classic songs and opera, because her vocal in high tessitura. She occasionally challenging to rap.

Choreography: As born in the royalty, Ariel is skilled in waltz, ballet and other cultral dances.

Shimmery Wings outfits: Elegant • Quirky

Idol Brand

Beauté des fleurs

The brand was inspired by a beautiful goddess who always made it her mission to conjure the flowers around the city. The dresses are referenced in the French centuries. All are decorated with flowers, speciality to roses and vines. This is Ariel's idol brand with disguised as a masked singer.

Shimmery Wings: Elegant, Quirky & Classical

Etymology

Ariel is a given name from Biblical Hebrew אריאל Ariel that literally means "lion of God".

Mirabel is a female name stemming from the Latin word mirabilis, meaning "wondrous" or "of wondrous beauty".

Her surname, Stella means “celestial star” in the Latin and Italian origin, while Reinette means "little queen" in French.

Characters Inspired

Ariel was inspired by

Brandon (Winx Club)

Isabela Madrigal (Disney's Encanto)

Hikaru Hitacchin (OHSHC)

[echointernationaljumpers]

THANK YOU

Thank you for following us! Due to money problems (IRL it's me having too much going on, too many stables) we have been needing to close down Patchwork Rescue Farm, sadly. We thank you for the support that has been given to us over the last few months, but everything has an end, even something as good as this.

We will soon be moving the horses we have kept (which is my Patches and also Old Man) to @blackonyxequestrian, where you can keep following us, if you want to.

Both Sarah and I has been looking for new jobs, and has accepted the jobs as grooms (and occasionally trainers of young or troubled horses) at Black Onyx Equestrian, and are both looking forward to intertvine our story with theirs. Hopefully I can take over their blog once in a while to post a little about my family: The Bruun Family.

Good news is though that our daughter Ellie has been allowed to ride one of the small shetlandsponies owned by BOE/Hera Cole, so she can finally begin her riding journey. That's just lovely!

[squidwen]

William MacUrse

(Art done on Picrew, and by CloudMallow/i-alone-on-Pluto

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General Information

Name: William (Billy) MacUrse

Nicknames: Pike (Floyd)

Age: 16

Birthday: November 11th

Height: 6ft 4inch

Species: Black bear beastman

Eye Colour: Smog Grey

Hair Colour: Onyx Black

Homeland: Harveston

Dorm: Savanaclaw

Family: 3 younger half-brothers, step-mother, father.

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School Information

School Year: 1st

Class: 1-C (Student no° 16)

Best Subject: Magical History

Club: Equestrian

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Facts

Dominant hand: Right

Likes: Freshly dry-cleaned pelts; ornate stonemasonry and tapestries.

Dislikes: Blunt axes; changing plans last minute.

Favourite Food: Venison and apple sauce.

Least Favourite Food: Smoked salmon.

Hobby: Axe throwing and highland sports.

Talent: Can mimic bird whistles perfectly .

Unique Magic: Billy��s UM is called ‘Tear the Bond’, enabling him to prevent ‘Duo Magic’ attacks by disrupting the other team’s coordination.

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Backstory

Billy MacUrse is based off of Mor’du from Brave. The MacUrse family founded Harveston decades ago, and Billy was next in line for the title of Lord MacUrse.

Throughout Harveston, Billy was respected as heir to the land, and took great pride in being a role model to his half-brothers. Billy taught them everything he knew, from performing archery while bareback horse riding, axe-throwing, and tossing cabers.

Billy also showed an interest in learning Harveston’s functions. From the fields to the woods, markets, and river, there was little Billy wasn’t aware of. It was only right he learned, considering it would all be his one day. 

However, Billy’s stepmother was a tactical woman. She didn’t raise 3 other children to not have them prosper.

Through many letters to the Northern senet, and a handful of well-worded appeals, Billy’s stepmother managed to get the law amended so that all assets of Northern dwellers be shared equally amongst their offspring. 

And just like that, Billy went from one day inheriting a beautiful region, to just becoming the heir to the river on the borders of Harveston. His brothers got the fields, the towns, and the woods.

Billy doesn’t go home during the school holidays. Whenever he sees his brothers, he only has resentment for them, calling them: ‘Ma-Curses’ for how their existence has ruined his own.

[bunnie-the-lighthouse]

𝑀𝒾 𝐹𝓁𝑜𝓇, 𝑀𝒾 𝒜𝓂𝑜𝓇

Pairing: ATEEZ Jung Woo-Young & Reader

Warnings: Cursing & It’s Horrendously Long

Inspiration: My Friend & I Being Crackheads

Type: Fluff

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“Ay man, how’s it going?” Woo-Young exclaimed while wrapping his arm around his friend’s shoulder -- San. “Oh, the ol’mighty Jung Woo-Young, the Dancing Champion,” he laughed as the younger smirked. “Are you ready for the Hípica*?” Woo-Young questioned while leaning onto his left hip.

“Ideay, el mae está bien preparado*,” San chuckled while looking at Woo-Young’s attire. The young one had a cotona*, ripped blue jeans with a leather belt, cowboy boots, and finally, a white panamanian hat* -- to stand out from the crowd. “Of course! You gotta be prepared for those events.. Plus, you gotta attract the ladies, man!” he laughed as San grinned and shook his head.

“Do you think there’ll be pretty ladies?” Woo-Young questioned as San shrugged, “Every Hípica is basically the same each year,” he trailed off while brushing his horse’s coat. “Well, up to a point that’s true, but I’m sure that this year’s Hípica will be great,” the younger comforted.

By ten in the morning, Woo-Young and San were at the Hípica, getting prepared for the races and championships. The Dancing Champion petted his horse, an onyx black stallion who adopted the name of ‘Sombra*’.

“Woo-Young-Ah! ¡Los otros ya están aquí*!” San called as the Champion turned around and saw the other ATEEZ members, Seong-Hwa already on his snow white stallion ‘Maltese’, Yeo-Sang on his pinto black and white stallion ‘Gallopinto*’, and finally -- San on his dark brown mare, ‘Gitana*’.

Sombra, Maltese, Gallopinto, and Gitana were the four horses that would compete in the Hípica as the other members were there for support or to help out in their family businesses. For some context, Hípicas are basically small equestrian festivals where people around the country would meet up in one city and showcase their horses’ skills.

The first few races went by, and with Maltese’s agility skills, ATEEZ were able to win against the others. Gallopinto was a master at jumping over fences while Gitana was fast and resistant, being able to dash long distances without getting exhausted.

Now, while the three other members were resting, it was now Dancing Champion Woo-Young’s turn. He clicked his tongue, guiding Sombra as the speakers started playing some tunes, making Sombra immediately react and start dancing (aka trotting in synchronization and order).

The crowd cheered loudly as only Sombra’s moves were truly aweing -- overshadowing the other horses that were partaking in the same competition. And, as the song was ending, Woo-Young got off his horse and danced with the music, moving his hips and gracefully yet sharply executing other moves.

As children ran by to go and play, the ATEEZ boys were eating under the outdoor tent, taking a break while drinking some Cacao* and Chicha*. "Ahh.. Now we have the rest of the day to have fun," Woo-Young sighed out in relief as the heat was starting to get a bit intrusive. After all, it was around one or two in the afternoon. "Indeed, but I think I may be helping my family during the evening since, you know, more people come in order to eat," Hong-Joong chuckled.

The boys then continued on speaking while Woo-Young was distracted by something. You. You were wearing a red güipil* that revealed your shoulders, ripped jeans, and also cowboy shoes. Your hair was styled into a waterfall braid together with some sacuanjoche flowers* that were embedded into the braid.

One of the flowers then fell down, and unknowingly, you walked away into a crowd. Woo-Young placed down his cups and ran towards the dirt street, reaching down to pick up the lone flower. He then looked at the crowd to see if he could find you again..

“Mae, you’ve been holding onto that flower for ages now,” Yeo-Sang stated as Woo-Young twirled the flower, “Of course, because I am searching for the owner of it,” he replied while looking lovestruck.

It was now around five in the evening, the sun setting, coloring the sky with hues of orange, purples, pinks, reds, and blues. Woo-Young then saw you again, helping your family sell the Fritangas* that you guys would make.

The speakers then started playing a cumbión*, making people leave their seats and get into the center of the streets to start dancing. This made Woo-Young have an idea. A perfect one. He took this as an opportunity to stride his way towards the small restaurant.

“Buenas*,” he called as you looked at him with doe eyes, “Buenas, como le puedo servir*?” you asked as he then pulled out the flower. “Is this yours?” he asked as your eyes widened. “Ah!.. Thank you so much for finding it,” you smiled, reaching out to hold it.

He then did a soft, graceful turn, beginning his dance slowly, catching you off guard. “Come! It’s time to celebrate! Don’t you want your flower back?” he asked while his hand was out for you to hold. You chuckled at his smoothness, walking towards him and holding onto his hand, following him into the dancing mob.

You guys danced to the music, feeling it. And as he twirled you, he placed the flower back, snuggling it with the other sacuanjoches. As you then turned back to face him, he smiled lovingly, “Eres como una flor bella, mi amor,*” he whispered, flustering you.

“Gracias*.. I still haven’t caught your name,” you said as he chuckles, “The name’s Jung Woo-Young,” he responded as the song was coming to an end. “(Y/N). I think you should know who my brother is,” you stated as he then held onto your waist and pulled you close, as an ending pose.

You and Woo-Young were close to each other, your lips almost touching as you both could agree that you both fell in love with each other. At least, have a crush. “¡Ayyyy! ¿Qué estás fucking haciendo?*” Hong-Joong yelled as he held onto your shoulders and pulled you away from Woo-Young.

“This is my brother,” you ended as Woo-Young did a small pout. “Hyung!~” he then whined as Hong-Joong looked at him disgusted. “No! I’m not letting you date my sister,” he said as Woo-Young then smirked and winked at you.

“Ma! We have to be care-- Hey!” Hong-Joong exclaimed as Woo-Young snatched you from Hong-Joong, holding your hand tightly as you laughed and followed him. He then whistled as Sombra trotted towards you guys.

He helped you up and later followed, clicking his tongue, making the horse catch the sign and start galloping. “Jung Woo-Young!--” Hong-Joong yelled loudly as Woo-Young took you away from the Hípica.

“Sorry for my actions, mi flor.. But I now find myself incapable of living without you. You make me want to pinch myself in order to make sure that I am not dreaming.. So, mi flor. Where do you wanna head to?”..

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Hey fellas, it’s time for me to give y’all a Spanish Vocabulary Glossary thing because yes, I speak fluent Spanish. 

Hípica: Equestrianism. Basically Horse Competitions And Stuff Like That. 

“Ideay, el mae esta bien preparado”:

This needs some information. “Ideay” is colloquial, it can mean: “Seriously?”, “What next?”, “Oh well,” and many others.

In this context, the translation would be: “Seriously?! This dude is well prepared”. (Mae = Dude/Bro <- Between Friends Or Relatives [If Those Relatives Accept It])

Cotona: It’s Literal Translation Is Cotton Shirt. However, It Is A Sort Of National/Typical Dressing In Some Latin American Countries. (Examples: Facebook.com)

Panamanian Hat: (According To Wikipedia, Because I Am Not Panamanian But I Had A Friend Who Lived There,) A Panama hat, also known as an Ecuadorian hat or a toquilla straw hat, is a traditional brimmed straw hat of Ecuadorian origin. (Examples & History: Ultrafino.com)

Sombra: Shadow

“¡Los otros ya están aqui!”: “The others are here!” 

Gallopinto: A Typical Food In Some Latin American Countries. As For Some Latin American Countries, It Is Basically Red Beans And White Rice Cooked Together. The Literal Translation Is Spotted Rooster. (Example & History: Wikipedia.com)

Gítana: Literal Translation Is Gypsy (To Me, The Spanish Meaning Is Better lol). 

Cacao: Delicious Drink. It Is Basically Made With White Rice, Milk, Cacao Seeds. You Can Add Spices Or Sugar To Your Taste. It’s Absolutely Amazing. (Example & History: Nicaraguanrecipes.com)

Chicha: Another Delicious Drink. It Is Basically Dried Maize/Corn Kernels. Sounds Weird, But It Is Good! (Example (You’ll Have To Scroll Down): Eater.com)

Güipil: It’s A Typical/Traditional Tunic/Garment That Is Used By Women In Latin America For Dancing Traditional Dances. It Is Also Made Of Cotton. (Example: Petersalgado.blogspot.com)

Sacuanjoche Flowers: It’s The National Flower For Nicaragua! A Beautiful One. (Examples & History: Granpacifica.com)

Fritangas: It’s A Type Of Typical Food In Nicaragua, It Contains Barbecued Beef, Pork, Tajadas (Friend Plantains), Yucca Roots, And Others. (Examples & History: Theculturetrip.com)

Cumbión: A Fuckin’ Good Shit Ass Song Bro. It Can Be A Latin American Or Caribbean Song That Fucking Slaps -- Makes You Wanna Move And Dance. 

The Song I Placed Is Titled “No Le Pegues A La Negra” Which Translates To “Don’t Hit/Beat The Black Girl”. The Song Is Basically Trying To Talk About How Natives And Africans (Specifically In The Caribbean) Felt About Colonization In The 1600s. <- I’m A Sort Of History Geek)

“Buenas”:

This One Needs Some Explanation. Some United State Students May Confuse This As “Goods” Or Like “Those Are Good (When The Context Is For Example: “Esas Son Buenas”). However, “Buenas” Can Also Work As A Greeting! “Buenas” Can Be Like “Hello” Or “Hi”. It Is Generally Used When Entering Shops Or Friends/Relatives’ Houses. 

“Buenas, como le puedo servir?”: “Hello, how can I serve you?”

“Eres como una flor bella, mi amor,”: “You are like a beautiful flower, my love,” 

“Gracias”: “Thanks” / “Thank you” (Hehehe.. Thanxx)

“¡Ayyyy! ¿Qué estás fucking haciendo?”: “Hey! What in the fuck are you doing?” 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

And that’s it! Now you understand the story better lol. (Or maybe you already did)

As obvious as it is, yes, I know how to speak Spanish and I was born in a Latin American Country -- Granted, I exposed it and it’s Nicaragua. 

Anyway, I think I won’t ramble much since this is long...

But! Thanks so much for reading and the support! Have a great day/night!

[equestrianwritingsstuff]

how about the male knight or equestrian in the outfit i showed you in the dms finding a very horselike or at least horse sized dragon and taming it for riding like a horse, black english horse tack included.

Thank you for the ask. For my new horse, Thunder, I am going to get him black dressage tack. My current horse, Leo, has brown jump tack.

Sorry this is short, I am too excited about my new horse to actually keep my 100% attention. But this was in my ask box for a while, waiting for inspiration to strike.

Saddled in Black

Warnings: car crash mention

*not edited*

~

Inside leg to outside rein, through the centerline, turn right, ask for trot, inside leg, inside leg, change diagonal, one... two... turn right, down the quarter line, right seatbone, inside rein, press, press, good.

Equestrian halted his horse and patted her as he allowed her to stretch out and cool down. She was one of the best breed horses in the country, with top European bloodlines. She was a warmblood-andalusian cross and cost him more than his car.

"That was lovely," Instructor applauded the rider, clapping her hands. "Though I would get her one the bit some more. You guys are so close."

Yeah. The equestrian knew of his fatal flaw and his inability to collect horses- which made his dream for being a Grand Prix dressage rider so dim.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, just frustrated."

"Hmm, don't be. It took me months to learn the sitting trot. The harder time you have, the better you will be in the end."

I hope so, the equestrian said to himself, but smiled at his trainer.

After cooling down his horse and cleaning his tack, the equestrian drove home. It was night, the sky as dark as onyx, but cars had headlights for a reason.

A slow rock song played from the radio. The equestrian aimlessly tapped his fingers on the wheel, humming silently. It all seemed so peaceful, so serene, until a bright light filled the man's vision and then it all turned to black.

The equestrian shot awake, gasping for breath. What happened? What, what...

He wasn't in his car anymore. Instead he was laid across some grass.

No, no, no. He wasn't in an accident wasn't he? If he was hurt, that would be months pf recovery, months of no training...

The equestrian looked around, clutching the grass with his hands. "Hello!" He called.

Oddly enough, he had no pain. Maybe he was dying. Dying, so his body released enough hormones to stay of the agony of crashing.

The wind was cool against his cheek. He smiled, time to enjoy the last seconds alive...

"Boo!"

The equestrian jolted and gasped, opening his eyes. In front of him was the face of a monster.

It was black with green and red scales illuminating its eyes. Its forehead was dished out with a white gem in the center. A long reptilian tongue slithered in and out of its mouth.

The prince whimpered, then stopped. It was just a hallucination. A way for his brain to comprehend it was dying.

"What are you?" The monster spoke, brining a claw up to the equestrian'a face and tapping it.

"A human," the equestrian spoke, though his voice sounded too strong to be one of a dying man's.

"I eat humans."

"W-what?"

"Mmmmm delicious, naw just kiddin' man. Stand up or you'll get ticks," the monster laughed, stepping back. The equestrian slowly got up to his feet, watching the monster warily.

"What are you?"

"A dragon? Duh," it chortled, pounding the ground in laughter.

"I didn't find that funny," the equestrian said.

"I did," the dragon said before its body swirled around in nauseating colors. The equestrian stepped back; the creature seemed to be vaporizing.

Then, it took the form of a tiger.

Oh my gosh.

The equestrian backed away, nearly tripping over his own feet in desperation.

Then, it turned back.

"Hmm humans are sooo scared of everything- and stupid. No adventure in their bony bodies whatsoever."

"What are you?"

"Anything I want to be."

"THAT DOESN'T HELP THE SITUATION MISTER!"

"Fine," the dragon conceeded. "I am a shape-shifting dragon. Ladalaladalada."

"A trumpet apparently too."

The dragon huffed and sat down just like a dog, crossing its arms.

"What's your name?" The equestrian asked.

"Name?"

"Look who's dumb now. Let's call you Puff. You know... Puff the magic dragon, lives by the sea..."

"Lovely, very lovely," the dragon sarcastically clapped.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Puff."

The dragon, Puff, growled before turning into a... the equestrian could not believe his eyes! A horse!

A horse galloping right at him.

Thinking quick, the equestrian stepped out of the way of the pounding hooves and vaulted on.

Bareback and tackless, how fun.

"Easy, easy Puff. Whoa!" The equestrian said, slowly his seat in an effort to halt the horse. "Slow down bud, that's a good boy."

Then, the equestrian got a mischievous idea.

"Walk on."

"No."

"I have an apple."

"Fine."

Puff walked on.

By the end of the day, the equestrian was able to teach Puff to do all sorts of dressage moves. Even collection...

Now the only problem was to get back home to compete at the national championship.

[kassies-take]

Pizza Rolls

A/n: Lena Luthor never had the perfect childhood. Her childhood activities included chess, fencing, equestrian (horse riding), and the Luthor’s idea of fun. Now it’s up to the reader to help Lena have a childhood.

Warning: Teasing, A mad Lena Luthor, Fustration, and Fluff

Lena Luthor x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1092

Normally the youngest Luthor would be dressed in some thousand dollar dress, or a marvelous three piece suit. Here she was now wrapped in a black avalanche high-waisted slim-fit ski pants, a black thermal undershirt, black gloves, a crimson-onyx heated jacket, a gray and blue striped beanie and UV snow goggles. Of course Lena Luthor, insisted on buying all the top of the line ski clothing when she heard you were going to take her on a skiing trip, and she did not hesitate to get you a matching set. 

You couldn’t help but smile at her rosy cheeks and the excitement radiated from her body as she slightly bounced up and down on the magic carpet, a human conveyor belt slightly uphill, for the bunny slope. 

When you reach the top of the very small hill, Lena began to panic.

“Lee, it’s okay. What you want to do is make a wedge with your feet.”

Lena glared, you couldn’t help but smile and kiss her cheeks. She wasn’t on skis yet, and you continued to explain the stance and the wedge.

“You want your feet shoulder width apart, your shins tilted forword, ankle flexed, arms to your side for balance and shoulder just a little bit over your hips.” You demonstrated as Lena followed.

You placed the skis parallel to each other but perpendicular you the slope, so it wouldn’t go sliding down. Lena slowly clicked into her skis before getting into her stance. Her green eyes brightened as she looked at you succeeding in her task.

When Lena got comfortable standing in her skis that’s when you began to explain the wedge, a triangle with her skis.

“Keep your skis on the ground and twist your legs to turn.” Everything was fine until Lena got over excited and made a really wide turn that caused her to fall.

A loud yelp was softened from the snow before Lena fell onto her side with her whole right side taking the impact. You skied over to her.

“Baby, are you okay?”

“That surprisingly didn’t hurt,” Lena smiled.

“That’s because you fell the right way.”

“I didn’t want to injure an arm. How do I get up?”

“Take off the poles from your wrist. Okay gotta move the skis so they are 90° from the slope. Put your poles together, near your hip. With the handle push yourself up.”

She did as she was told and was sure she wanted to try a larger slope. You went to object, but Lena pulled out here business glare and you couldn’t say no.

Unfortunately the inevitable happened and her skis got caught on one another. You saw it all happen in slow motion, her momentum brought her over her skis, as the two skis flew into the air as a safety mechanism.

Lena continues to roll down hill and kicked up snow with her. She laid flat on her back moments later, one of her skis sunk dangerously into the snow like a totem pole and the other slid past Lena as she took a moment to take her breath. 

“Lee, are you okay!”

“Stop asking if I’m okay, I am clearly not!”

“I was jus- “

“I don’t know why I agreed to this, I just keep falling!” 

“At least now you know what to look out for right. We learn from our mistakes. You now know what a pizza roll is, or at least what my cousins call rolling down a hill.” You snickered.

“You are cracking jokes while I suffer?” 

“Lena.” Your mood shifted, hurt at her statement. 

Lena groaned and demanded to be taken back to the hotel suite. She has made a whole scene of stomping towards the lodge as she tossed her equipment at you. 

Lena needed her space after being dramatic. Once she reached the hotel, she locked herself in the bathroom for a long awaited, relaxing bath. 

You had shedded your many layers of snow gear in exchange for blueish-grey sweats and a grey T-shirt. A long sigh escaped your lips as you landed on your shared bed with an arm above your eyes. 

You didn’t know how long you were in that position when the bathroom door slid open. 

“Baby,” Lena stood over you, wrapped in a towel.

“Huh?” 

“You were snoring,” She giggled and turned towards the hotel closet 

“Skiing usually knocks me out.” 

“Among other things,” Lena smirked, her eyes making a swift motion towards the bed. You wouldn’t have caught it if you didn’t know Lena Luthor. She retrieved her matching sweatpants and a M.I.T sweater. “I’m sorry.” Came her apology.

“What for?” You sat up over the king sized bed. 

“I’m sure I didn’t make it easy for you today. I took my frustration out on you and I ruined your day.”

“You will never ruin my day, ever. I get it we don;t like to blame ourselves. And we need someone else to blame right. I get it.” You back hugged her once she finished changing. 

“It was not right for me to do that,” Lena shifted in your arms to hug you. 

“You’re family, you can say what you need to say and I’ll still love you.”

Lena snuggled into your neck as the two of you shared a sacred moment together. You both swayed a bit before you kissed her cheek. 

“Do you want to try again tomorrow?” You whispered wanting to keep the silence.

“I’d love too, but my brain is telling me I want cuddles and kisses.”

You smirked. “What would the world say if they could see L-Corp’s CEO, former owner of Catco Worldwide Media, businesswoman, philanthropist, engineer, biologist, chemist -”

Lena placed her pointer finger on your lips, “are you going to continue listing off my many skills, or are you going to kiss me?”

You smiled and pulled her body close to yours. Your lips didn’t touch but the force of your pull knocked you off your feet and onto the bed with Lena on top of you.

You kissed her like she wanted to be kissed. Your mouths didn’t battle for dominance, rather your lips were seeking unity.

Unfortunately that didn’t last too long as your stomach decided to ruin the moment. Lena’s laugh vibrated against your lips before she gave you a peck on the lips and reached towards the suite phone.

“I’m gonna call room service, do you want anything?”

“Uh, pizza rolls.” You joked.

Lena rolled her eyes, gave a playful slap and ordered for the both of you.

[seventhwinterwolf]

Rosalind’s Horses

Next chapter in the works, here’s some photo references for the horses mention. The buckskin will be a future appearance. Rosalind avoids riding geldings as much as possible because she feels the need to prove herself through her excellent equestrian skills. The horses are eventually named by the royal family’s children, Ros isn’t one to name every animal.

Sapphires in the Skye blue roan palfrey/garron mixed stallion with dark blue eyes, short name Skye Photos: One | Two | Three | Four

Golden Rose of Summer dark bay rounsey mare with reddish brown eyes, short name Rosegold Photos: One | Two | Three | Four

Midnight Storm Rising black dray stallion with white markings and dark eyes, full name still tbd Photos: One | Two | Three | Four

Topaz Spirit yellow buckskin courser mare with golden brown eyes, name tbd Photos: One | Two | Three | Four

Alternate names: winter’s wind, tundra, sapphire skye, amber rose, rose of summer, rose gold, obsidian, midnight thunder, night, topaz, diamond, onyx, midnight thunder rising, 

[brokenonyxestate]

SOMETHING OLD, SOMETHING BLUE, SOMETHING NEW

Two new horses has arrived at Black Onyx Equestrian today! First one is our new boarder, which coincidently also is a woman from our staff, Nicolette Anderson. The new horse is her own private horse, recently bought from Patchwork Rescue Farm before it closed down. Her name is Solvei, and she is an Iceland Horse.

As the horse already know some of our other boarders (Old Man and PRF Patches) I predict it to be easy to make her a part of the boarding herd.

The other horse that has arrived is a still young gelding with the name of BOE Kismet's Keener. He is an offspring of ours from years ago. As Luna BlueLake couldn't keep him anymore due to downsizing - and she has been his owner since he was a foal - we accepted to take him back to our stable.

Sunny was the first one to meet him. She is also the gelding's mother. As they met they seemed to kinda recognize each other. I am looking forward to let our other Shetlandspony, Kaki Golden, into the pasture too. But even if he is the sire of Keener, he is so very spicy, and not easy to introduce to new pasture mates, so that will be a job for later.

FEATURING: BOE Sunny Day, BOE Kismet's Keener, BOE Solvei & Nicolette Anderson

[cordeliacordate]

the horses

cowboy like me by cordeliacordate CLM MASTERPOSTS the horses: part one | part two

Stark Ranch +

BARN NAME: Smoke REGISTERED NAME: Starks Smokin Gun OWNER: Stark Ranch RIDER: Cregan Stark AGE & HEIGHT: 8 years | 16.2 hands COAT & GENDER: roan stallion BREED: Westeros Quarter Horse BREEDER: Stark Ranch SIRE: The Stark Side DAM: Gunmetal Motte PRIMARY DISCIPLINE: team roping, ranchwork

BARN NAME: Ice REGISTERED NAME: Frosty May Stark OWNER: Stark Ranch RIDER: Cregan Stark AGE & HEIGHT: 10 years | 15.3 hands COAT & GENDER: palomino stallion BREED: Westeros Quarter Horse BREEDER: Stark Ranch SIRE: The Stark Side DAM: Frosty Blondie PRIMARY DISCIPLINE: team roping, ranchwork

BARN NAME: Solar REGISTERED NAME: Solar Flash OWNER: Cerwyn Cattle & Quarter Horses RIDER: Edric Cerwyn AGE & HEIGHT: 10 years | 15.3 hands COAT & GENDER: bay roan gelding BREED: Westeros Quarter Horse BREEDER: Cerwyn Cattle & Quarter Horses SIRE: Flash Criminal DAM: Sunrise Sommelier PRIMARY DISCIPLINE: team roping, ranchwork

BARN NAME: Dottie REGISTERED NAME: Bastards Daughter OWNER: Stark Ranch RIDER: Sara Stark AGE & HEIGHT: deceased | 16.0 hands COAT & GENDER: bay mare BREED: Rhonyar Warmblood BREEDER: Manderly Sport Horses SIRE: Bastard Of The Sea DAM: MDY Trident Shield PRIMARY DISCIPLINE: three-day eventing INFO: Dottie passed away years ago, but Sara now rides her daughter; a spitting image of the horse's sire (information available in part two)

HRH Targaryen Equestrians

BARN NAME: Vermax REGISTERED NAME: HRH Vermax OWNER: Jacaerys Velaryon Targaryen-Strong RIDER: Jacaerys Velaryon Targaryen-Strong AGE & HEIGHT: 8 years | 16.2 hands COAT & GENDER: grey stallion with a bloody neck/shoulder BREED: Valyrian Warmblood BREEDER: HRH Targaryen Equestrians SIRE: Karys Zaldrizes (great dragon in High Valyrian) DAM: HRH Syrax PRIMARY DISCIPLINE: three-day eventing INFO: Jacaerys' heritage horse. While a Targaryen might saddle countless horses from the "royal bloodlines" in their lifetime, they are only ever given the opportunity to earn one heritage horse.

BARN NAME: Skiffy REGISTERED NAME: HRH Seasmoke Skiff OWNER: HRH Targaryen Equestrians, Laenor Velaryon RIDER: Jacaerys Velaryon Targaryen-Strong AGE & HEIGHT: 12 years | 16.0 hands COAT & GENDER: dappled-grey stallion BREED: Valyrian Warmblood BREEDER: HRH Targaryen Equestrians SIRE: HRH Seasmoke DAM: Eglivys Aohys (your highness in High Valyrian) PRIMARY DISCIPLINE: three-day eventing

BARN NAME: Onyx REGISTERED NAME: HRH Onyx Balerion OWNER: HRH Targaryen Equestrians RIDER: Jacaerys Velaryon Targaryen-Strong AGE & HEIGHT: 16 years | 17.0 hands COAT & GENDER: black gelding BREED: Valyrian Warmblood BREEDER: HRH Targaryen Equestrians SIRE: HRH Balerion DAM: Zirtys Perzys (frozen fire, dragonglass in High Valyrian) PRIMARY DISCIPLINE: dressage, three-day eventing

NOTE: some information has been omitted because of spoilers or lack of relevancy ☆ thank you for being my moral support buddy for this fic @heliophytes <3

[echointernationaljumpers]

HE IS READY!

Today began with Sarah cleaning Zagazig's hooves. Which is pretty normal. What's not normal is how calm and in zen he has become over the last couple of months. As long as Sarah stays calm, it seems like Zagazig does so too. That's also the reason why I am not riding him. I am not as levelheaded as Sarah.

As always Sarah warmed Zagazig up from the ground wearing his riding gear. Letting him canter (yes, canter, not galop, he has to remain calm) a little before getting on his back seems to do him some good.

He has become quite good to ride since he came to us. He is not a Dressage PRO yet, but I am sure that with training he will become one. Or a champ in some other discipline for that matter - that's all up to his future owner to decide.

One thing is sure though, he cannot go back to jumping. He simply goes into a frenzy when he is jumping, and that hurt his old owner - she actually broke her back, and can't ever practice jumping again. She has to ride calmly for the rest of her life.

But he has become very good. He is a kicker though, and other horses shan't come too close to his hind legs, because if they do he will kick them. Therefore we put a red ribbon in his tail, when we are using the indoor arena Black Onyx Equestrian has. They have been so nice to let or loan it when we train our horses, as outside training this time of year - and with all of this snow - is not preferable.

While Sarah was training Zagazig, I had taken Solvei into the arena to get some rope training in. Which was a nice change of pace. It's not often we get completely untrained horses into our barns, so it's fun to work with those horses too.

She seemed ok with me touching her though, so I did some basic rope training with her. That was fun. Not for too long though, as she is still a baby in her head, and needs short sessions - for now at least.

When I had left the arena with Solvei, Sarah let Zagazig loose for some pictures for the add we would be putting up later today. He had a nice trotting session, though also went a little crazy when let loose. Good thing there wasn't anyone else in the arena at that moment xD

I had taken his saddle with me and Solvei, so she shouldn't handle the stallion, a bridle AND a saddle, when they would be going back to the barn.

With that done Sarah brought him back to the barn for a rubdown before he could go back into the pastures again. He seemed like he enjoyed that, though we cannot wash them in the winter. So brushing and a warm blanket to soak up the sweat was all we could do, before he could get on his outdoor blanket.

When we got to the pasture his pasture mate K (PRF Ladykiller) was waiting for him, and galoped up to the fence to say hello to his friend.

Despite his name K is the sweetest of them all, though quite skittish. We will see whose stable he will land at, when he is ready to be trained. Right now he is lame, and has been so for a while, so we will have to wait to the new year to train him, I suspect.

[crimson-blossom-reborn]

Lotus’s Last Stand

Lotus watched Celestia run off with the phoenix, she sighed and looked at the black sludge. “so it’s up to me to deal with the corruption…” She inhaled, then exhaled, her eyes flashed and a pillar of flames sprouts from under her. “not taking any chances, I’ll give it everything I’ve got!”

“I will protect Equestria from you, it’s full of amazing ponies and creatures.” On the shore far away from the kingdom. “they have lives to live.” ponies, griffins and other residents of the Phoenix kingdom watched out on the horizon, none of them said a word. “as a ruler it’s my job to keep them safe.” the tension was thick and nerve wrecking, parents trying to calm their children. “to give the families a place their children can grow.” the guard’s captain Sharp Edge stood completely still at the start of the bridge to the kingdom.

Her mind went back in time to the day she met Silver the Griffin, how she messed up by snapping at Silver, memories of Silver snapping back, how her anger were unnecessary, ran fresh, Lotus apologising for her outburst. Her adventures in Anugypt with Gordon, walking through the pyramid and meeting Ammon, avoiding their traps. She pumps Pegasus weather magic through her flames to the sky, the magic combo created a vortex.

Lotus was not letting up on her flames. “Everything, I’ll use my entire being as a fuel source for my flames.” The more memories that ran through her head, this choice of her life was becoming harder to do, she grit her teeth, her body and mind screams at her to stop this and run away, she sobbed and choked a little as the memories and thoughts of her friends flashes in her head, trembling and choking, she screamed, the heat vaporizing her tears her flames intensifies, now she remembers, when she tried and tried to talk with Emma, she was slowly getting more and more of a conversation going with Emma in her memories, she remembers how she gave Emma the silver crown with an Onyx in it.

The wind was pulling in clouds from across the sea and Equestria, forming a massive cyclone eye above the queens. Her memories moves to Celestia, on the days she sought out her guidance to help move on from her past. Memories of the queen crying by Celestia’s side flashed clear as day. The nights the princess comforts her after a nightmare, she never forgot.

There were a tingling sensation in the air, in the centre of the eye of the storm a cloud had arcs and bolts of ultra charged lightning crackling through it back and forth, the super heated air collides with the cold air in the high altitude and was generating lightning at an alarming rate. The cloud was pulsating with Pegasus weather magic that held the lightning in a loop till needed.

Her mind went back in time again, to when she moved to ponyville and met Fred and Spec for the first time, they were not off to a good start, taking each other’s stuff, breaking things and being children, how they yelled and blamed each other for everything, memory of Fred and Spec locking her outside and ate her home cooked food, an onslaught of good and bad times raced through her mind. Fred and Spec supported her when she became a Phoenix pony. When she lost her married family. When she was abused by her second husband and Fred had him arrested. When she sat out to find the Phoenix ponies. They were there. When they reclaimed the capital, they were there!

Lotus was in the centre of a blue flaming pillar with a vortex that tore houses apart in her kingdom. She smiled softly in the centre of the pillar, a single tear defies her flames and rolls down her face. “Please take care of them.” Scene changes to Celestia galloping as fast as her legs would allow, on her back, an unconscious green Phoenix lies, as she ran, she felt the winds picking up becoming a cyclone, she wanted so so badly to just U-turn and grab the fire pony and just run as fast as her legs would allow her, upon hearing the scream of Lotus, her inners were having a fit, turn around turn around, save her, save her, rang in her mind over and over, but she knew, she needed to have faith in the queen. She gave a last look back towards the pillar of flames, stared for a bit, then turned around and ran along the Phoenix bridge.

She was making the ultimate sacrifice, her very being, every fibre of her existence was put into this last ditch effort. “a princess once told me. Friendship is magic.” The flames were taking on more colours. She gave a smile. “well I’ll say I’ve got some damn Good Friends.” Her eyes went completely white and glowing, her flames burst into a flaring inferno of multiple colours. Here the sludge was impatient and lunged at Lotus.

“Cremation!” The lightning from above was released and she released all her power at once. “LOTUS!!!” She cried the magic burst from her and the lightning came crashing down on them both like a giant laser beam, the two forces collides.

Celestia heard the explosion and turned around to see the shockwave coming at her, her horn lit up as she puts up a barrier for the impact.

The blast wave of the explosion swept over landscape for miles and miles, on equestrian shores, they saw it coming. “incoming!” Sharp Edge said and his eyes flashed and a massive thick wall of steel rose up in front of the crowd and protected them from the winds.

All of Equestria felt the strong winds, from Ponyville to Griffinstone to The crystal empire, to the land of the hippogrifs, clearing the sky for countless miles.

Once the winds settled down, the steel wall sank back into the ground and the crowd gave a collective gasp, the shock was spread throughout the land, photographers took their cameras, journalists took their notes, visible all the way to Griffinstone.

The Phoenix kingdom was inside of a massive rainbow lotus flower, hues of colours waves through it’s surface.

Moving back to the centre of the event, the place was a war zone, half the city was now a crater. The rest was rubble, blown to pieces by the explosion, then from the skies one lone feather was falling.

“Though my life was short, I had more then several lifetimes worth of memories.”

“I saw many places, I meet a lot of friends. They all made my life worth living, worth protecting”

“And all I can say is.” The feather lands by a shrivelled up corpse of a mare.

“Thank You For Everything.”

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