#mérens horse

[shapelytimber]

ULINA

It's available as a print on my Inprnt :) [LINK]

When I was younger, I had the chance to practice horse riding for more than 12 years and I loved it. It's the only sport I ever got really good at, and I had the chance to do it in a small country club that bred mérens, and treated them very well (Unlike a lot of other bigger equestrian centers...).

And my favorite mare was Ulina :) I loved her very much, and some of my best memories were with her. She was a mean bitch, and to quote her owner "not quite alone in her head". I hope she is happy wherever she is (the club closed during covid and all the horses where sold to a separate place far away)

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I tried experimenting with this one :) and I'm happy with the result ! (It's giving cigarette packaging a bit, or as my friend sayed "it looks like a design you would found on a coaster.")

This nostalgia for my horse riding days may have something to do with the fact I have been watching 'The saddle club' for the first time in my life as a 21 year old glkgkgkglfifkjflf idk it's so much detached from what the sport actually is, but also so weirdly specific about certain other things- it's jarring, it's cheesy af and kinda charming idk what to think about it

[horsefriends]

Encountered a wild horse during a hike in the Pyrenees by Fred Moon

[horsesarecreatures]

Ethik des Monts - Mérens Horse

The Pixel Nomad & Vor-die-Linse • Fotografie

[meirimerens]

new username btw 😏 while crybabi served me well, it was chosen at age what. 17. in not my most pleasant moment. if you must know Mérens is a breed of small french mountain horse so straight up just like me. i'm going to be spending some of the afternoon changing my links so bear with me

[go-rocksquadsfan]

Rip Poseidon you would have loved Mérens horses (I'm watching a contest rn)

[angelasscribbles]

A Fervid Fixation Epilogue

Series: A Fervid Fixation

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Drake

Rating: Teen

Warnings for this chapter: None

Word Count: 686

My other stuff: Master List.

In the Ariége department of the Occitania region of France, outside a sparsely populated village nestled in the foothills of the Pyrenees Mountains not far from the borders of both Spain and Andorra, a young boy with chestnut-colored hair flying out behind him ran across the verdant green fields of his family’s ranch screaming, “Papa! Papa!”

“Wait, Gabriel!” His mother laughed as she shifted her ten-month-old daughter from one hip to the other, “Papa is coming! Move out of the way of the horses!”

It was October and Drake, along with the handful of other ranchers in the area were returning with the Mérens horses from their annual migration back down into the valley from the mountainside where they had spent the summer months.

Gabriel’s cousins joined him, all three boys running and jumping with excitement.

Riley looked at Savannah and shook her head as she laughed, “Every year!”

Savannah laughed in agreement as she watched her sons. One with russet brown hair and blue eyes like the father that he would never know, and one with the raven hair and brown eyes of the man that had raised them both.

Anton wasn’t always a present father, his job often keeping him away, but he was a doting one and their relationship was full of love and affection.

Drake often joked that it was the only reason Anton, aka Jason, had helped them escape. Because Savannah, whom he had kept in touch with after helping Drake stage her disappearing act, would have never forgiven him otherwise.

Anton came and went but Drake, Riley, and Savannah had made the small ranch their home. Located in the south of France, it was far out of the way of touristy destinations like Paris, Provence, Bordeaux, or Versailles. Well away from any place that a royal tour or diplomatic detachment might visit.

Drake and Savannah had already spoken fluent French while Riley had barely known two words in the beginning, but she had eventually learned to speak French like a native. As far as any of their neighbors knew, Drake and Savanna, aka Dominic and Sylvanna were from Normandy, and Riley, aka Ranae, was from Canada. All of the children were native speakers.

When the herd was back in their winter pastures, Drake trotted his horse to the yard and dismounted, “Who wants to help me untack Thunder?”

“Me! Me! Me!” all three boys jumped and squealed gleefully.

“Okay,” he laughed, “Come here!” He picked the boys up one by one and swung them up onto the sturdy back of the five-year-old Mérens gelding.

He made a purposeful detour past Riley so he could stop and kiss her. He leaned into her with a smile “Missed you!”

The boys giggled as he pressed his lips to hers.

“Papa!” The baby girl in her arms reached a hand out to pat his face.

“You too, mon bébé!” He kissed her chubby cheeks and hugged Savannah before giving Riley another smile as he led the horse to the stables.

That night after dinner, baths, and bedtime stories, Drake climbed into bed and held his wife close as his kids, sister, and nephews slept safely just down the hall and gave silent thanks for whatever miracle had brought her into his life and allowed them to successfully escape the wrath of a jilted king.

It had been five years since they had fled Cordonia. Five years of living mostly off the grid. Five years of raising Mérens horses, blending with the local farmers, and hiking in the mountains until they knew their way to the remote cabin Drake had built hidden deep in mountains well enough to find it in the dark.

Behind a false wall in the back of the walk-in closet in the master bedroom sat an old, scuffed-up duffle bag filled with cash, weapons, and forged passports giving them citizenship in a myriad of countries. While he hoped they never needed to use it, he was never without an escape plan, just in case.

After all, the statute of limitations on murder never expired.  

Merens Horses

[fcllederage]

@corvidamned sent: 🐶 — any pets?

munday asks

I don't have pets anymore but throughout my life I had two female rabbits: Noa and Noisette. I also had two horses: a grey Mérens-Arabian mix called Papillon and a black Mérens called Akama! Pics of the poneys under the cut!

[afterhourswjay]

My brain keeps screaming at me to make a post about what breeds/colours of horses each mha character would be and I just.... lkdslfjlsd, I have to do this, the horse lover in me won't shut up. I'm going purely off of aesthetics, and not basic behaviors/region of origin associated with each breed. Again, there is no Mineta, only Shinso

Teachers: - All Might: Heavy draft horse, probably a shire - Eraser Head: Friesian - Present Mic: Hanoverian - Cementos: cement Schleswig Coldblood - Midnight: Sorraia Pony - Snipe: Akhal-Teke - Ectoplasm: goopy Tersk (w/ a 'normal' face) - Vlad King: For shits n giggles, the Vladimir Heavy Draft

Pro Heroes: - Hawks: a pegasus of some sort - Best Jeanist: Haflinger - Mirko: not sure about exact breed, but definitely a warmblood - Gang Orca: Probably an orca hippocampus - Mt. Lady: probably an Orlov Trotter

Villians: - Shigaraki: Icelandic horse - Dabi: Rocky Mountain horse - Toga: American Quarter horse - Twice: Gelderlander - Spinner: Draconian horse - Magne: Clydesdale

Class 1a: - Aoyama: Paso Fino - Mina: pink Danish Warmblood - Tsuyu: idk if these exist, but a froggish hippocampus - Iida: Thoroughbred - Ochako: Appaloosa - Ojiro: Peruvian Paso - Denki: Mustang - Kirishima: Suffolk Punch - Koda: Irish Cob - Sato: Fjord - Shoji: Norico-Pinzgauer - Jiro: Maremmano - Sero: Lusitano - Tokoyami: 100% a hippogriff - Shoto: a (sorrel) paint - Hagakure: Knabstrupper - Bakugou: draft cross of some sort (mainly becuz have you seen the size of his hands? holy fuck) - Izuku: Trakehner - Mineta: miniature horse - Shinsou: violet Holstein - Momo: Andalusian

Big 3: - Miro: Irish Draught - Nejire: Morgan - Amajiki: Mawari

Class 1b: - Kendo: Asturcón - Ibara: New Forest Pony w/ vines for mane & tail - Shishida: Yakutian Horse - Pony: a satyr, but cute - Tsuburaba: Mérens - Tetsutetsu: Poitevin Horse - Monoma: would be either Polish or Shagya Arabian

Other characters: - Bibimi: I know nothing about her, but I feel she'd be a Bashkir Curly xD

[albert-prous]

E2117

mustangs à trois syllabes non ferrés à cru

mérens iambe et amble allures traits légers

quater horses à la découpe à la crête

poulain appaloosa gourme et ses voyelles

sans un mot l’indien souffla les braises nptbd xzs tngfhr htcv montèrent en ronds

longs couteaux pas un nu cendré

 prous

[zehub]

Ariège: Les chevaux Mérens renaissent grâce à l'élevage collaboratif

Lancée en juillet 2016, la plateforme d'élevage équin collaborative My Horse Family s'investit dans la sauvegarde du cheval Mérens e

[meirimerens]

ooh top 5 patho character designs? or top 5 horses hehe

you get both

top 5 patho character designs:

numero one: YULIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

they don't make them like that no more. she's perfect to me. man's haircut [shares it with dankovsky she's just blonde], the only woman to wear pants, her little shoes, her bat-wings lapel... she's so perfect to me.

numero 2: Aspity P2 i love her rags i love her anisocoria... i love her being an androgynous shawty [who in P1 has the same haircut as Yulia [who has the same as dankovsky just blonde] who is the one woman who canonically loves women & aspity also says. real homosexual shit about aglaya. they got lesbian shawties in this town]

numero 3: Anna P1 i actually really really love her fit. It's giving tragic & vampy tightrope walker/acrobat. it cuts sharply with her soft face and some of her earlier concept arts that make her look all around "softer"

numero 4: katerina saburova P2. i will not lie. i say this out of lust.

numero 5: P1 Albino. I fucking love this thing.

bonus: i'd actually put here the P2 herb brides not as they are but as what they could be... they fit in that "blank state" category where I'll Handle It From Now On......... they could be so much better. but they're not. so. [ROLLS UP SLEEVES]

top 5 horses:

unsure if you meant Breeds or like. A Horse In General Like One Horse but i'm going to assume breeds

numero one: Mérens.

my reasoning: read my username boy

numero 2: APPALOOSA..... i love them so much. gorgeous gorgeous coat.. beautiful history... sobbing

numero 3: Percheron

it's real massive motherfucker monday. i love how they are born basically black and then slowly get greyer with age.

numero 4: Kladruber. i loooove their dramatic profile

numero 5: Camargue

what wouldn't i fucking give to be one. you know.

THANK YOU FOR QUASTION...

[meirimerens]

i had chosen my new username because I ♥️ MÉRENS they're my favorite breed right they mean a lot to me. right. well just tonight i find a photograph of my mom (something like 6 months before i popped out) in some sorts of moody, atmospheric woodlands, looking at a black horse That Looks Real Mérens enigmatically walking by so. new personal mythology unlocked My name comes from having a spell put on me by a mérens as a fetus.

[meirimerens]

Inquiring minds ask your favourite horse breeds

MÉRENS 🗣️ MÉREEEEEENNNS 🗣️🗣️🗣️

southern french/northern spanish mountain breed. Thick with 3c's. always black. rides like you're on a tractor or a tank.

Noriker

I'm a sucker for leopard coats and while not all of them are, it's typical to the breed, which i lahve... i lahve... also thick because they're mostly carriage-pulling horses

Yakut horse

#scrunkly

[meirimerens]

If You were a horse what kinda horse would you wanna be

i wanna be a Mérens so bad it's not even fucking funny look at this:

my reasoning:

southwestern french (+ northern spain but only the first one applies to me)

in general i like black-coat horses (friesians? gorjus. BUT too high-end for me)

mountain horse. love me a mountain

not too tall

kinda rustic

good hikers

mérens. please god.

i'd also take being a semi-feral horse in the Pyrénées mountains of indescribable breed

one of those literally bent to my cradle (ok. not literally. they sniffed my stroller) when i was less than 1 year old those are like my godmothers to me

[karahalloway]

In the Ariége department of the Occitania region of France

Ahhhh!! Love this choice! Provence and Occitan are my two fave regions of France!

It was October and Drake, along with the handful of other ranchers in the area were returning with the Mérens horses from their annual migration back down into the valley from the mountainside where they had spent the summer months.

EEeeeeEEE! Love this even more!!!

Drake and Savannah had already spoken fluent French while Riley had barely known two words in the beginning, but she had eventually learned to speak French like a native. As far as any of their neighbors knew, Drake and Savanna, aka Dominic and Sylvanna were from Normandy, and Riley, aka Ranae, was from Canada. All of the children were native speakers.

🥰

After all, he had killed his godfather and the statute of limitations on murder never expired.  

ARGH! Classic misdirection!!! I hate love it! 😅 This may be my new favourite series of yours! The twists and turns were epic, keeping us constantly guessing, and the reveals literally were holy crap moments!

A Fervid Fixation Epilogue

Series: A Fervid Fixation

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Drake

Rating: Teen

Warnings for this chapter: None

Word Count: 686

My other stuff: Master List.

In the Ariége department of the Occitania region of France, outside a sparsely populated village nestled in the foothills of the Pyrenees Mountains not far from the borders of both Spain and Andorra, a young boy with chestnut-colored hair flying out behind him ran across the verdant green fields of his family’s ranch screaming, “Papa! Papa!”

“Wait, Gabriel!” His mother laughed as she shifted her ten-month-old daughter from one hip to the other, “Papa is coming! Move out of the way of the horses!”

It was October and Drake, along with the handful of other ranchers in the area were returning with the Mérens horses from their annual migration back down into the valley from the mountainside where they had spent the summer months.

Gabriel’s cousins joined him, all three boys running and jumping with excitement.

Riley looked at Savannah and shook her head as she laughed, “Every year!”

Savannah laughed in agreement as she watched her sons. One with russet brown hair and blue eyes like the father that he would never know, and one with the raven hair and brown eyes of the man that had raised them both.

Anton wasn’t always a present father, his job often keeping him away, but he was a doting one and their relationship was full of love and affection.

Drake often joked that it was the only reason Anton, aka Jason, had helped them escape. Because Savannah, whom he had kept in touch with after helping Drake stage her disappearing act, would have never forgiven him otherwise.

Anton came and went but Drake, Riley, and Savannah had made the small ranch their home. Located in the south of France, it was far out of the way of touristy destinations like Paris, Provence, Bordeaux, or Versailles. Well away from any place that a royal tour or diplomatic detachment might visit.

Drake and Savannah had already spoken fluent French while Riley had barely known two words in the beginning, but she had eventually learned to speak French like a native. As far as any of their neighbors knew, Drake and Savanna, aka Dominic and Sylvanna were from Normandy, and Riley, aka Ranae, was from Canada. All of the children were native speakers.

When the herd was back in their winter pastures, Drake trotted his horse to the yard and dismounted, “Who wants to help me untack Thunder?”

“Me! Me! Me!” all three boys jumped and squealed gleefully.

“Okay,” he laughed, “Come here!” He picked the boys up one by one and swung them up onto the sturdy back of the five-year-old Mérens gelding.

He made a purposeful detour past Riley so he could stop and kiss her. He leaned into her with a smile “Missed you!”

The boys giggled as he pressed his lips to hers.

“Papa!” The baby girl in her arms reached a hand out to pat his face.

“You too, mon bébé!” He kissed her chubby cheeks and hugged Savannah before giving Riley another smile as he led the horse to the stables.

That night after dinner, baths, and bedtime stories, Drake climbed into bed and held his wife close as his kids, sister, and nephews slept safely just down the hall and gave silent thanks for whatever miracle had brought her into his life and allowed them to successfully escape the wrath of a jilted king.

It had been five years since they had fled Cordonia. Five years of living mostly off the grid. Five years of raising Mérens horses, blending with the local farmers, and hiking in the mountains until they knew their way to the remote cabin Drake had built hidden deep in mountains well enough to find it in the dark.

Behind a false wall in the back of the walk-in closet in the master bedroom sat an old, scuffed-up duffle bag filled with cash, weapons, and forged passports giving them citizenship in a myriad of countries. While he hoped they never needed to use it, he was never without an escape plan, just in case.

After all, he had killed his godfather and the statute of limitations on murder never expired.  

Merens Horses