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Horse shipping... we all knew it was going to happen eventually...

Time to pick out a body type reference for Bombproof... Fresian? Percheron?

Stares at my horse... "Wait... you're bi?"

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The mare watches as her stranger goes to feed another horse. Who was this other equine and why was her imp showing affection to them...

Wait why did Distress care so much? That imp was a stranger, he can ... pet... the other mare all he wanted. It's not like she was getting comfortable with all the attention he gave her... @blitzbuckz

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I am never going to get over how Blitz just calls her ✨Twinkle✨ on impulse. He doesn't even make a big deal about it.

You are under my roof? Your name is Twinkle. Any questions?

Makes sense for a guy, who changed his own name. I am the only one, who is "bothered" by it. (But not really. When you have a non-verbal character who can't say their own name, a new title is bound to happen one way or another.)

Blitz is just the first to get close enough to address her. I wonder what other names she will get. It will be a good way to separate the verses into tags.

Distress in Blitz’s Care:

She eyes the possum in his grip. Her ears are pricked forward, as she licked her lips. When was the last time, that she got something fresh?

[ *looks at the fidgeting possum* ]

[ *looks back at the salivating mare* ]

【𐂃】 ❝ ummm — how 'bout some Hell carrots or apples? Hell hog meat? This can't be edible... I know they say it's clean but I'm not willin' t' risk that! — these things rummage in GARBAGE! Sorry, Twinkle, I'll get ya' somethin' else. ❞

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؟ What did you call her again? Twinkle Glitter? (Please)

「𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬」 || prompts / accepting.

【𐂃】 ❝ TWINKLE GLITTER! — t' me it sounds better than Distress. I hope to ride her someday. Not in a creepy way! I wanna gain her trust. I wanna tell her what a

GOOD GIRL

she is! ... She reminds me a bit of Spindle OR my girls back in the circus gig — she's BEAUTIFUUUL beyond words. I can gaze at her for hours on end. I wanna ride her t' the Sunset. hug her, feed her, have her in my office an' live in my apartment. I NEED A PLUSH FIGURE OF HER. Also! brush her hair and— ❞

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Someone wants to change Distress’ name to:

✨Twinkle Glitter✨

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Medicine Hat

junicorn day 23

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؟ Striker

Send me a ؟ for a random thought my muse has about yours.

A stranger, who needs to learn how to mind his own business. The worst kinds of hellborns are the ones, who make a point to find her. Distress never makes an effort to interact with strangers. She is perfectly happy on her own.

Besides Striker has his own hellhorse, and a well kept one at that. He acts all big scary and tough, but with a stallion like that it's obvious that he just puts on a facade.

Distress could never understand why a horse like Bombproof would choose to stay loyal to a rider instead of enjoying his freedom.

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A satisfied squeal rings out through the storm. It was almost as if the mare was laughing at the muddy shadow. From the sound of his cursing, it looked like Distress was right about the stallion being mounted.

She flaps her lips and playfully shows her teeth to Bombproof, as he trots up to her. The way he just shrugged off his rider, greatly impressed the wild hellhorse. Not only was the stranger at a disadvantage, but she also made a new friend. Distress gives a smug snort in the cowboy’s direction. After all the stallion chose to play with her, instead of listening to a big scary rider. That took guts.

The mare whinnies and prances off further into the storm, and encouraged Bombproof to follow her. Catch me if you can! She teased with a swish of her tail. The further they were from Striker, the better. Once the two hellhorses lost him in the rain, then Distress would be more than happy to play in the mud again.

Striker's confusion increased as it seemed that the wild horse was as relaxed as they could be, not seeming startled by either him or Bombproof, but it was now that he'd start to realize that it wasn't just normal behavior that was causing this, and Bombproof would begin to canter over without input from their rider.

Pulling on the reins made Bombproof whinny and turn to look at Striker, a mixture of annoyance and pleading. They rarely got to hang out with his kind. Striker looked at the mud and the horse before shaking his head, making Bombproof give a little jump as if showing his annoyance at being denied this fun time to play in the mud that they deserved.

"We're on a job, you can play in the mud later!"

This response would get Bombproof frustrated, and though they didn't buck, the glow would increase and fire would issue from their maw. Striker was about to chastise Bombproof for behaving in such a way before he felt the reins slip, the bridle in the maw had melted and the heat from their belly had burned the strap holding the saddle on them, and with a quick turn would send rider and what was left of the setup sliding off the side and into the mud.

Bombproof would bound happily over to the mare and join her in the mud, leaving Striker yelling expletives after Bombproof as he attempted to get himself out of the mud and after them.

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Spoiler:

SOMEONE has started calling Distress by a new name:

✨Twinkle Glitter✨

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I wanted to write but... I own a horse now.

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Horse doodles from the other day

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🎵And I was running far away, would I run off the world someday? Nobody knows, nobody knows.🎶

🎵I was dancing in the rain. I felt alive and I can't complain.🎶

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⚰️ - A dream/nightmare that featured someone no longer in their life

💭Peek into my Character's Dreams:

His spurs were jammed into her barrel, as the rider pushed her to go faster. Distress was already galloping at her top speed, but that was never enough for the owner of the Mad Cow Ranch.

The newest farmhand had failed to enclose the livestock in their pasture. A mistake they would surely pay for later. But now was not the time to point fingers, now was the time to round up the cattle before the suns of Wrath set.

The mare and her fellow horses, galloped through sandy plains as they carried their furious riders on their backs. The cowboys would have to act quickly, if they did not want their goods to get away. Forming a wall of steed and rider, the owner and his farmhands tried recollect the scattered bovine. But they had taken too long to leave the ranch, that the livestock managed to keep a significant lead.

The cowboys pushed their horses to pursue the cattle, but soon their efforts would be pointless as they drew closer to a great ravine. One by one the fleeing cows tumbled down the rocks to the base of a canyon. Leaving the goods bruised and splattered against the cliffside.

Distress could feel the rage of her rider, as he yanked the reigns with so much force, that it made her rear up in a halt. Her hooves skidded to a standstill, leaving her to watch the full on carnage of the fellow animals of Mad Cow Ranch.

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💤 Peek into my Character's Dreams 💤

💭 - An ordinary dream

🎀 - A dream that left them feeling happy

☔ - A dream that left them feeling upset

🌈 - A dream from their childhood

🗯️ - An ordinary nightmare

🐛 - An intense nightmare that made them wake up in a cold sweat

⚰️ - A dream/nightmare that featured someone no longer in their life

🌡️ - A fever dream

📿 - A dream your character believes is prophetic

👁️‍🗨️ - A lucid dream

🛏️ - A dream that made your character want to go back to sleep so they could continue the dream

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Distress followed her fellow horses into the icy castle. But while the other steeds enjoyed the exotic variety of plants, she was more fascinated by the glass-like spikes that hung down from the ceiling.

As she drew closer to sniff them, she could feel their cool temperature against her lips. Out of curiosity, the mare gingerly taps the icicle with her tongue. The sensation was pleasant, but short-lived. Before she could have another taste, Distress realized that her tongue was stuck to the freezing surface!

With a panicked squeal, she scrambles to free herself, but to no avail. Her hooves scratch and dig into the slippery floor of the castle as she waits for the icicle to melt. @a-hell-of-a-time