#Belgian draught

[dharmaart]

Draught horse trot cycle

Another Belgian Draught horse animation, this time I was experimenting with drawing on translucent greaseproof paper. I was trying out this method because it enabled me to draw the frames on top of each other. I hope you guys aren't getting bored with me just making horse run cycles!

[hippography]

Above: Destingue, champion Belgian stallion — Owned by J. Crouch & Son. 

Below: Jeanette de Bruges, champion Belgian mare — Owned by J. Crouch & Son. 

The Breeder’s Gazette, Vol. 70, 5 October 1916

[robotblues]

Belgian Draught carrying shrimping gear in Oostduinkerke By Trougnouf (Benoit Brummer) - Own work, CC BY 4.0 Wikimedia Commons

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Yandere! Cowboy x New in town! Teacher! gn! Reader

Save a horse, RIDE A WHAT?!

Okay i'm not that knowledgeable about the Ranch life, I only got this prompt from a *ehem* cowboy Ghost (from COD) prompt...

Yandere cowboy name: Knoxx Wyatt

TW: Implied sexual encounter, yandere shenanigans.

The Wyatt family.

They were THE ranchers of the town they live in.

You need cattle? They got them. Dairy? Sure. They even own a winery for goodness sake.

They also protect the town from outsiders and rogues.

But the most impressive part of their ranch is their horses. Their horses are award winning, with the most impressive breeds out there with such powerful legs for jumping, and the shiniest coasts to boast.

So it was clear that their horses are very important to them. So important in fact that every child born into the family gets their own horse once they turn 5.

When Knoxx got born, Mr. and Mrs. Wyatt was immediately smitten with their son. He's a miracle child after all. His mother, suffering from PCOS, considers Knoxx as a miracle child.

So naturally, he was spoiled rotten.

By the time he got to 5 years old, he was given one of the most powerful horse breeds in the world, a Belgian Draught.

The town was shook at first. A Belgian Draught? Even if the Wyatt family is known for their horses, a Belgian Draught is still a very prestigious horse breed none of their family members had handled.

Yet Knoxx proved everyone wrong by wrangling the horse even such a young age.

The horse, named Red, grew alongside the prodigy, Knoxx.

It was almost like Knoxx can talk with the animals with how he can tell what the cattle and the horses need by just a few huffs, belts, and trots. He's also a smart boy, absorbing information and relaying it effectively to the point he immediately got the senior rancher position by the age of 10.

Knoxx was mostly passive, only focuses on the ranch and the school. He's a gentleman, nice, polite, plus the fact that he's handsome, he's a heartthrob in the sleepy town he lives in.

Naturally, by the time he graduated with a double degree of Biology and Agriculture, he's the ideal bachelor of almost everyone.

And yet, he's not settling yet.

He felt like he just can't.

Because nobody can look past his polite smiles. No one can see his bored eyes, his arrogant sneer, his small, annoyed scoffs.

"Do they think they can measure up to me? THE Knoxx Wyatt? Dream fuckin' on."

In reality, he's an arrogant, entitled cowboy who thinks that everyone is below him.

Even going as far as letting his bloodlust win sometimes, silently and quietly killing the people who dared to be stupid around his precious cattle and horses.

Sometimes. It would be suspicious if it happened frequently, right?

He has a reputation to protect, after all.

So with this, all he could do is put the brim of his cowboy hat low, and take care of his ranch, and his ole' Red who's still alive and kicking.

But that arrogance will crumble once he met you.

"Fuck! Red! Where are you, boy?!"

"Red! Come on boy! This is not funny!"

Knoxx ran around the town, his boots clinking as his loud steps disturbed the peaceful town.

Knoxx was panicking. Red, his old horse, is missing. One of the hired ranchers forgot to lock the gate before he left the ranch.

Let's just say that rancher was sure to remember next time, his head almost being lobbed off with a rake that Knoxx may or may not have thrown.

As he got closer and closer to the raging rivers, his heart pounded. All he could see is the hoof marks that's definitely Red's making it's way to the river. He felt lightheaded, almost like he's about to puke from the stress and anxiety.

He may be a... Murderer, but he still has his moments, alright?

He got to the riverbank and his heart lodged to his throat when he saw a person pulling Red to the edge with all their might, their formal clothes wet. A telltale sign they pulled Red all the way from the middle of the river to the edge.

The person, not noticing Knoxx, continued to pull Red with the lead attached to the horse. Their legs were shaking, but they pulled with all their might until Red finally got to the edge.

"Darlin!" Knoxx yelled, running towards to Red and holding the old horse's head to his forehead. "You gave me a scare, boy!"

Knoxx turned towards the person and his cold heart slowly melted as they wrung their outfit from the water.

"Excuse me, your name, sweetheart?"

The person's head shot up, their eyes wide, tired, yet full of vigor. Maybe it was from the adrenaline, but Knoxx swore it was sparkles.

Or was it his eyes sparkling?

"I'm y/n."

"Y/n..." The way your name rolled on his tongue felt so good.

"Well, sweetheart. Thank you for saving my horse here. I'm sorry. You got your cute outfit wet too." You blushed, laughing it off.

"It's okay. I saw an animal in need and I immediately dove without thinking." You reasoned, shaking off the water. "Although, i'm probably late to my class."

Knoxx's heart sank. Are you not of age? A student?

"School? Are you new to this town? I've never seen ya around."

"Oh yes! I'm the new teacher. Well, I don't think i'll give the best first impressions with this outfit." You laughed sheepishly.

A teacher? His mind went haywire. You're an academic, it's quite a turn on.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. You got wet because of me."

Hmm? Why does that sound--

Knoxx bit his lip and rubbed his thighs together at the sudden heat running inside of him. God.

"Oh don't worry. It's okay. I gotta go though, although I don't know how to explain the situation." You smiled softly, grabbing your bag that was discarded to the side. "I'll go then."

Knoxx was upset. He wanted to spend time with you more.

Then there's also the scratching feeling in his chest and throat that roared at the thought of you going out of his sight.

He gulped, and took his hat off and placed it on your head. Sweat riddling his face.

'Please don't know what this means please don't know what this means please don't know what this means...'

Knoxx almost buckled over when you looked at him with curious and ignorant eyes.

"Your hat? Why did you give me your hat?" You asked, feeling up his cowboy hat. It felt high quality and nice. Yet it felt foreboding. You don't know why.

"Don't worry your pretty little head over it." Knoxx said, smirking lazily. "Just wear that. They'll know what that meant."

You tilted your head and Knoxx gulped once more, shaking his head. And ignoring the prominent hardness between his legs.

"You must be cold. Come on, let me give you a ride to the school. I'll explain the situation to them." Knoxx held your waist, his body so close to you that you can smell his musk of pine, dirt, and wine.

And as he gave you a ride to the school, you swore that the townspeople's eyes were glued to you, and the hat on top of you.

"Knoxx! How's the new teacher? Are they settling well here?" The mayor of the town asked, eating his snacks.

Knoxx nodded and sighed. It was already a month, and it felt like a fever dream for him.

A beautiful fever dream he won't let go off.

"They're doing fine. The students love 'em." Knoxx said, chuckling and settling back on his chair.

They were in a saloon right now, drinking and eating the afternoon away. Knoxx just finished his daily patrol so he decided to settle inside the saloon when the mayor sat down with him to eat.

"Well, i'm glad to hear that." The mayor cleared his throat before his eyes widened to the door.

Knoxx followed his eyes and his gaze softened, yet also became predatory as he saw you walk inside.

"School's done, sweetheart?" Knoxx asked loudly, making you jump and clear your throat. A blush on your cheeks.

"Yes. Just finished. I'm just gonna go get a drink before heading home." You said, adjusting the collar of your outfit before going to the bar hastily.

Knoxx chuckled lazily, his bitemarks from last night's love making was visible from here, despite your attempts to hide it.

Yet his eyes went to the mayor's, who is looking at you with a hint of desire in his gaze.

Knoxx gripped his whiskey glass and spun the barrel of his revolver slowly, letting it click softly to the right position.

It seems that his sweetheart is a magnet for bandits ready to snatch them up.

But that's okay.

This cowboy will not let anybody steal you from him.

Save a horse,

Ride a cowboy.

[lectraart]

Laios Horseden / Caballaios

Heyyy!! ༝﹡˖˟ ⸜₍⁽ˊ꒳ˋ⁾₎⸝ ༝﹡˖˟

Don't ask me for his horse breed, I don't know, I didn't think it this time while I was drawing him, he would be a Belgian Draught or an American Quarter horse, need to think about it fr but his coat is 100% Palomino.

I don't have notes for Falin/Farlyn, I love her but she's too complicated to asign her an animal right now (besides that, she needs two versions of her fursona), and no, she won't be a horse that's for sure!

[aartcia]

van der linde gang as horse breeds

i love drawing horses so i decided to draw all 24 of the rdr2 gang members as horses. i tried to tie the breed or coat to their character in some way (personality or looks) but some were purely random. i don't really explain my reasoning in this post because i am tired but comment or flick me an ask if you want me to explain.

Dutch - Cremello Thoroughbred Hosea - Bay Clydesdale Arthur - Buckskin Quarter Horse John - Grulla Blanket Appaloosa  

Charles - Brown Overo American Paint Horse Sean - Chestnut Irish Draught Lenny - Black Tennessee Walking Horse  Javier - Dark Bay Andalusian

Sadie - Palomino Mustang Karen - Rose Gray Hanoverian Tilly - Sooty Buckskin Morgan Horse Mary-Beth - Black Friesian

Abigail - Liver Chestnut Flaxen Welsh Cob Jack - Blue Roan Dartmoor Pony Kieran - Chocolate Palomino Connemara Pony Grimshaw - Dappled Grey Percheron

Bill - Red Roan Belgian Draft Uncle - Gray Donkey Pearson - Sorrel Sufflock Punch Strauss - White Lipizzan

Molly - Red Chestnut Selle Francais   Trelawny - Silver Buckskin American saddlebred Swanson - Piebald Gypsy Vanner Micah - rat (pretty self explanatory)

13 hours later and it's done yay!! if you'd like to support me my ko-fi is linked on my profile and i also have commissions open. please enjoy and pray for my posture. i think i might continue this series but with a general animal theme instead of just horses.

[cypriathus]

Main protagonist of His Unholy Vengeance

WARNING: I do go into brief detail about their mental health issue.

Nawovuherszi Hilogwena L’Äyrmegidonus-Belanogirtus is a 59-year-old government-trained changeling assassin working alongside her three closest friends. She’s quite happy-go-lucky, being cheerfully optimistic about most things and maintaining her positive view on life. She’s surprisingly passionate about her work and goals in life despite the seriousness of her occupation and how cruel reality can be. She clearly understands the various risks and consequences that surround the duties of being a trained assassin. Nawovuherszi is very gentle around those she’s comfortable with, which makes her presence feel amiable and respectful. She’s keenly aware of other people’s emotions, which helps her to understand their situations and make comforting decisions based on insight. She tries to both feel and see things from the perspective of someone she’s interacting with, ensuring that she gets the full picture of what they’re personally going through. She is decently courageous, ensuring that her fears don't interfere with her duties as well as helping her to overcome and manage such things. She can be overbearingly protective in regards to the vulnerable and will do anything to ensure their safety. Her resilient determination helps to motivate her and focus on the duties given to her.

However, her undying determination can lead to her being stubborn, unwilling to change her mind even if it’s for the better. There are instances where she can be somewhat reckless with her actions and a bit clumsy. She can be ruthless, but that’s only when she’s dealing with people she views as despicable or personally dishonourable. Nawovuherszi is fond of causing mischief by planning harmless pranks and playfully doing things that she’s not supposed to. She tends to display her feelings quite openly and is easily aroused by the emotions of others. It’s her major way of showing how she understands the inner workings of emotion, but sometimes it can be a slight distraction when performing her assassination duties. She does have occasional violent urges, especially when she feels naturally threatened and belittled. Nawovuherszi does have sudden mood swings, which means that she’s happy and upbeat for one moment to randomly sad and irritable. She has a ravenous hunger and a violent greediness for food or whatever satisfies her appetite. She also possesses uncanny insight and some intelligence that’s beyond human comprehension. Despite her intelligence, she often pretends that she's amusingly gullible and naive. She shows a few symptoms of PTSD, which are overwhelming guilt and shame, trouble with concentration, nervousness, crying spells, and hypervigilance. She also experiences obsessive-compulsive tendencies that revolve around her safety such as checking the locks on the door of her home and arming her firearms.

She’s considerably taller compared to most of her fellow coworkers, almost nearing 6’ 9” (205.74 cm). She has an ectomorphic, rectangle-shaped body and appears to be in her late to mid 30s. She has glistening geyser skin with rose quartz freckles on her face and chest. Her eyes are a magnificent tradewind with a rose bud cherry outer rim, giving them a sunburst effect. She has blue roan Belgian Draught horse ears, brazen claws that are razor-sharp, and a long, forked tongue. Nawovuherszi has three gills on each side of the torso and it’s underneath her ribcage. These gills are usually closed because most of her work is on land, but she instinctively opens them when underwater, allowing her to breathe beneath the water’s surface. She has a long, thick fish tail that resembles a blackfin tuna protruding from her lower back. On her upper back, she used to possess fairly large wings that are similar to a male widow skimmer. Unfortunately, her wings have been ripped off, only leaving scars on where they once were. She has a thick windswept crop cut that has a beautiful gradient from red damask to dark burgundy. Whenever she’s angry or feeling threatened, her hair turns into boas with iridescent scales. Her secret bodily weakness or physical Achilles’ heel is the vitreous, which is a major part of the eyes.

She wears fabulous tassel earrings with embroidery thread that’s the shade of moss green as well as golden forward helix, purplish rook, and silvery industrial piercings. Nawovuherszi also wears a pristine medallion that hangs from her neck with a coin-shaped piece depicting the ouroboros. She possesses a trench coat that’s the hue of beaver brown and it reaches slightly above her lower leg. Her top of choice is a ribbed knit turtleneck sweater with a boob window and it’s a nice myrtle green. She is also seen wearing navy blue leggings that are perfectly flexible and dark brown darbies. She wields a semi-automatic pistol that comes with a detachable silencer and flash suppressor. She even carries a general-purpose machine gun that appears to be a fusion between the Heckler & Koch HK21A1 and MG 42, but it has a built-in silencer. Her semi-automatic pistol and general-purpose machine gun are called the VK138 Ultrasonic Blithe and Bachelorette Moon-Dancer ZSCH7519 respectively. Nawovuherszi always has her authority badge, government ID, taser, golden wrist watch, and digital camera on her person. There are times where she carries around a suitcase that’s either occupied by her Bachelorette Moon-Dancer ZSCH7519 and its ammunition or specific confidential documents and important photographs, but it depends on the given mission.

Similar to her biological mother, she has the ability to shapeshift into different creatures. She can transform into a hippocampus, a horse, a dragonfly, and a rainbow boa. As a hippocampus, she has the upper body of a blue roan Belgian Draught with the lower body of a massive fish that resembles a blackfin tuna. Her horse form is that of a Belgian Draught with blue roan fur, which is similar to her hippocampus transformation. As a dragonfly, she’s a female widow skimmer, but with the wings of a male. However, due to her wings being ripped off, she is unable to transform into a dragonfly. Whenever Nawovuherszi instinctively activates her Gorgon hair and eyes, she can petrify anyone who stares directly into her eyes or the eyes of the venomous boas. Her blood is extremely acidic on the left, while the right side contains healing properties. She can read the thoughts and emotions of those who are standing 96 metres, which may be a result of her heightened vision. Her vision can capture everything with amazing detail and colour, but cannot see beyond 160 metres. Nawovuherszi even has remote viewing abilities, allowing her to see visual impressions from great distances, unseen subjects, and locations beyond a normal range of perception.

Due to being born with minimal telekinetic abilities, she’s capable of moving and manipulating any solid object that is approximately about 150 pounds. Besides enhanced vision, her sense of hearing and smell has also been heightened significantly. She can lift tens of thousands of pounds and strike with the force of a massive, speeding train. She’s capable of performing strenuous activities and actions for days or even weeks without tiring. Nawovuherszi is unnaturally agile and dexterous, allowing her to effectively dodge projectiles and have better control over her limbs, muscles, and digits. She’s immune to the cold, being able to whole-heartedly resist the direct and indirect effects associated with such a climate/temperature. As a result of possessing psychometry, she can obtain information about the past or future of a person or object by touching them. Besides her abilities, she knows some kickboxing moves and these consist of the jab, cross, lead hook, rear uppercut and bodyshot, roundhouse kick, snap kick, parry, lead roll, and rear slip.

FAMILY:

Unnamed adoptive human parents

Unnamed ichthyocentaur father

Unnamed half-fairy half-Gorgon mother

L’Nektharomius (adoptive child)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Nawovuheri (by most of her friends and coworkers)

Nawovu (by most of her friends and coworkers)

Hiloge (by a few friends and coworkers)

Herigwa (by a few friends and coworkers)

Äyrmeghon (by a few friends and coworkers)

Belanogius (by most of her friends and coworkers)

Mama (by L’Nektharomius)

Miss L’Äyrmegidonus (by a few of her coworkers and Phinazertus)

Madam Belanogirtus (by a few of her coworkers, Phinazertus, and Ljufriche)

Disrupter of Still Waves

Lady of Serpentine Horses and Ripped Wings

changeling Who Frolickes Amongst His Sunbeam

Breath of Watery Quintessence (by Uzelona, Unelodiga, Emnodugha, Enmaglotius, Enmobluga, Anelojzud, and Utabhozer)

Nawuhervo (by Bruchasofziel)

Pcholka (“little bee” in Russian) (by Yoruszlena)

Golubushka (“little pigeon” in Russian) (by Yoruszlena)

Zhizn moya (“my life” in Russian) (by Yoruszlena)

Zvyezdochka moya (“my star” in Russian) (by Yoruszlena)

Moya nezhnaya devochka (“my tender girl” in Russian) (by Yoruszlena)

Inn skygna (“swift-eyed” in Norse) (by Mulenofrida)

Sverrir (“trouble-maker” in Norse) (by Mulenofrida)

Newovuba (by Azruhton)

The Fearsome Petrifier (by Azruhton)

Nahoszu (by Miratholenus)

Mevrouw Nawovuheri (“miss” in Dutch) (by Irmahylke)

Blockflötengesicht (“recorder face” in German) (by Folcevardius)

Unstoppable beast (by Marelozhu)

Fish-tailed mutt (by Napulozrine)

Wovuszera (by Malvorechius)

First Betrayer of His Unwavering Salvation (by many members of The Reunion of Flesh, Breath, and Pus)

She Who Disregarded The Will of Her Corpse Lotus (by Izranojeht)

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

She’s libidoist asexual

Her real birthday was January 28th (Aquarius), but her human parents didn't know that due to receiving her on a much later date, so they assumed she was born on February 1st.

Her blood type is AB-

She has a tongue piercing

As an Æylphitus, the different parts of her name have special meanings: Nawovuherszi means “firmament, quintessence, heaven’s energy or vigorous sky”, Hilogwena means “sun-blessed”, L’Äyrmegidonus means “mountain of invasion or accumulated harrowing fortune”, and Belanogirtus means “bear spear”.

She’s 50% ichthyocentaur, 25% fairy, and 25% Gorgon.

Her biological parents gave her to a married, childless human couple due to their unrequited love.

She hatched out an egg that her mother laid

She likes the texture of pickles, pyrotechnics, petrichor, abandoned buildings, cultivated flowers, falling leaves, warm and comfy blankets, picture frames, magazines that focus or contain antique flower vases, and the taste of pumpkin spice and salted caramel.

She dislikes pickle juice, animal cruelty, hunting trophies, thunderstorms, the taste of cinnamon, overfishing, white lies, gossip, judging people based on their appearance, and the smell of decay.

Her hobbies consist of archery, yoga, swimming, kickboxing, calligraphy, embroidery, grilling, growing bonsai, completing crossword puzzles, and collecting books about insects and aquatic life.

Her favourite animals are the pearl crescent, Cyaniris semiargus, eastern pondhawk, scarce chaser, rosy maple moth, rainbow trout, longnose gar, and plains zebra.

Her favourite flowers are the Paphiopedilum gratrixianum, chrysanthemum, wisteria, ox-eye daisy, and lily of the valley.

Her favourite comfort foods are Italian veggie cottage pie, spicy chicken and chickpea curry, butternut squash mac and cheese, buttermilk biscuits, homemade calzones, Brunswick stew, whisky-maple dumplings, and chocolate mousse with salted caramel and mochi.

Her favourite colours are the colour of wisteria blooms and viridian green.

Her biggest pet peeves are bragging, pen clicking, bad grammar, people who are always late, perverts, roommates who don’t clean up, and individuals who write or pronounce her name wrong.

She has a pet albino crow named Marvoleni that can bestow golden luck and great wisdom to those who treat it with respect. Marvoleni can summon more crows and cease all fighting by cawing at a group of people in its vicinity.

She has a usual habit of running late for important meetings

She makes a lot of hand gestures while conversing with other people.

She has even made up words for common household items

Nawovuherszi clicks her tongue a lot

She snores quite loudly at night

She snorts while laughing

She prefers to overeat in private

She’s born with venom glands, but due to a genetic dysfunction, she can’t use them. 

Nawovuherszi’s guilty pleasure is consuming human intestines and livers because it gives her instant gratification and calms her down after a traumatic flashback or nightmare.

[shortfeather]

beneath the cut is a frankly silly amount of horse breed and hermits discussion

Bdubs: thoroughbreds, for obvious racing reasons

Cub: Lipizzaners, because he's intense and talented enough to handle one to its full potential, and also he wouldn't settle for less. also he deserves a war horse breed

Etho: American Saddlebred - descended from thoroughbreds (as a little nod to him working w Bdubs on horse breeding), very chill temperaments but also can have fun with the best of them, possibly the most famous American breed? Not most popular, most famous

Hypno: Arabian. I don't have an explanation for this one. I really don't. I just know it somehow

Impulse: Appaloosa!! It's got the spots and while it's not the most impressive horse on the server, it's very versatile, and he's mostly using it for trail riding anyways which Appaloosas are very good for

Iskall: Mustangs. He keeps finding random horses and then they disappear on him? Mustang lifestyle for SURE, between the feral herds and the roundups.

Jevin: OLDENBURG OLDENBURG OLDENBURG. He loves that horse and it's a GREAT jumper of course it's an Oldenburg (I'm not biased why do you ask)

Keralis: his first horse was a Welsh Cob for the attitude it gave him but now he's breeding Holsteiners (one of the top jumping breeds in the international community)

Pearl: Does she have a horse or just a pair of donkeys?? I don't know donkeys.

Scar: Morgan horse. Very easy horses to manage even in uncontrolled environments like, say, going off-trail to try and rope a creeper.

Stress: American Quarter Horse, very good stock horses (farm/ranch horses) who are in my experience very friendly and silly. And being primarily bred for stock doesn't preclude them from kicking ass in the ring when they're used to show!

Tango: Belgian Draught. Cogsworth just cannot be a name for anything other than a draft breed, and he needs one properly impressive enough to match his build. So, Belgian!

Wels: ...well, he stole Iskall's, and Iskall's is a mustang, so... XD Though if he had his own, it would absolutely be an Andalusian to match his aesthetic.

Xisuma: Azteca, to match his build! Also one of the prettiest horse breeds I've given a hermit thus far, and frankly he deserves that.

ZombieCleo: a Friesian, because they fucking deserve the picture that paints. Maybe even a Friesian-Percheron cross for the extra intimidation the height and muscularity gives them. Please just look up a Friesian and imagine them on one. It's PERFECT

[whitecreekvalley-if]

I like draft horses🥺 they are just big and strong and can pull shit if needed.

For your entertainment and my pleasure (and coding horror) I miiiight've added a few draft breeds on my list. Just gotta iron out some personalities for them and see how it works out. We like Belgian Draught, Percheron, and Ardennes, right? I sure hope so or I'm in trouble kheh

[only-horse-polls]

Horse Breed Tournament

Round 3 Group 2

Friesian Image from all-the-horses (Tumblr) --- Belgian Draught Image by 5pk.anneke (Instagram)

[dharmaart]

Study of a Belgian Draught in gouache and pencil on brown paper.

[hippography]

The class of two-year-old Belgian stallions at the Iowa State Fair.

The Breeder’s Gazette, 14 September 1916

[thedroneranger]

Curious which dagger was your favorite in the Daggers on Draught series? Share your why in the comments! 🖤

[lullabyes22-blog]

I feel like Sevika would like horses, specifically those giant draft horses. Their strong and (relatively) stoic animals.

Not that she has the means for one, but the idea of her ridding in to a fight on a black Belgian Ardenne or a Shire (or honestly any other draught horse) would be cool. I’m getting headless horseman vibes.

lmhgs

She would absolutely be a horse person. If she had the funds, she'd keep a stable and have tracks to race 'em around while collecting bets from the chem-barons. Her favorite would be Runeterra's equivalent of an Arabian horse: glossy brown coat, dense thighs and the endurance of a freight train.

She'd name it BSB - Brown Sugar Bourbon.

(Curiously in FnF, her mother's clan hail from a nomadic clan in Vekaura, and Sevika in fact used to help her sister care for the canaries, doggos and mules in the mines - so she has some experience with four-legged critters c:)

[scorchedhearth]

top 5 animals

ough this is a fun one

old world vultures, specifically the himalayan vulture and the red-headed vulture, i could watch their flights forever

orcas, i am endlessly fascinated by their society and complex social bonds and relationships and rituals. delightful creatures

horses, working and draft horses especially like the belgian draught or the various breeds used in ranch work

ravens, the only birds ever actually. all the myths and stories and legends are true because they are just like that

hares, i love their fucked up faces

ask me a top 5

[wandaluvstacos]

Hello :) my favourite horse is the irish cob, would these be the same as the gypsy vanner or are they related breeds?

you know I almost immediately answered this but then I google imaged it and realized what I in America think and Irish Cob is may be different than what an Irish Cob is considered in the UK (could be like how Belgians in Europe are an entirely different breed than Belgians in the US).

Because when I think Irish Cob, I think of this, which I realize now may just be an Irish Draught:

But in Ireland it seems like the Irish Cob is this:

which looks very similar to a Gypsy Vanner/Tinker horse! So it could just be a matter of different countries calling the same horse breed two different things. I know it has Romani origin (I think that's why people are pushing to use "Tinker" and not "Gypsy" Vanner, though people still mostly use Gypsy Vanner), so it would make sense that it comes from the UK.

What's funny is that Tinker horses are insanely expensive in the US for pretty much no reason outside of "Pretty!" while in the UK they're just considered your average kid's horse or horses used by the Romani to get around. I think they'd consider Americans crazy for paying $10k for one lol.