#Black Onyx Equestrian

[blackonyxequestrian]

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!

[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)

[stutteritinyliving]

PUT ON YOUR BIG GIRL PANTS

Hey guys. I think I owe you an explanation for my inactivity. Even if we have sold a lot of horses the last few months (mostly offsprings), we have a little problem.

The echonomy of Echo hasn't been good for a while, and I am really struggling to make ends meet. Therefore I have decided to close Echo. I love my stable, but I can't run on no money.

Opening a quality stable as someone who is only 19 years old is harder than I initially thought. Maybe I will try again in the future, but for now it's close down time.

It makes me sad to close down, BUT I am not completely gone from the horse world. I have talked to a nearby stable called Black Onyx Equestrian, and they have been willing to buy some of my horses, and hire me as a general manager for those horses.

They have in general showed interest for our Hanoverians, and I will be managing those. That also means that some of our horses has to be sold, and so will our facilities (keep an eye on raffles, and you will probably see the facilities there at some point).

I will be keeping one or two private horses, and board them at BOE as a part of my new contract with the owner, which is great.

My staff has also agreed to be employed under BOE's owner, if they can keep working with the horses they know, which is also great. I don't want to put my staff out of a job, and I am glad that Hera and her stable has been willing to take them in.

My only boarder Ysabel will also be boarding her horse Prada at BOE, so I will still see her too.

That's all from me I think. See ya in BOE's scrapbook/blog soon I hope!

[patchworkrescuefarm]

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?”..

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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?” 

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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*

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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, 

[blackonyxequestrian]

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

[stutteritinyliving]

WELCOME TO ECHO!

Echo - for short - is owned by Narcisa Foremann. In 2023 she bought the old buildings of a barn (Black Onyx Equestrain) who was downsizing and therefore moving their horses to a smaller barn. But the barn seemed to be the perfect size for a growing show barn like Echo.

Narcisa Sorensen is a well known name, if you know anything about Show Jumping for ponies. With her proud steed EIEC Superfly, she has won many competitions both in Denmark and outside of the country. She has been taking a break from shows, when she hit 16 yo which is the age of which you are too old to ride ponies in competitions.

When she was 18 though she decided to try again after having heard that a pony like Superfly with his height could compete against horses. She has spend almost half a year to make the former show pony ready for shows again, and with the money she has earned from many big shows she bought a barn.

Now she is on the lookout for more horses for the barn, starting with her own pony Superfly and his companion pony Skittles, who is a Gotlandsruss Pony.

My website: https://trello.com/b/qMxlmzS2/echo-international-equestrian-center-sims-3

[patchworkrescuefarm]

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.

[theartoftiinyideas]

reading minds isn’t nearly as fun when you find out you’re about to be killed

[feitan portor x fem! reader]

a/n: lmfao please forgive my poor attempts at trying to sound like i know anything when talking about gems and enjoy this hxh writing i did a while back (also from my wattpad)

word count: 1.9k (cursing ahead!)

summary: there wasn’t a single surviver of the tragic bombing that killed hundreds of people during the underground auction in york new city. except you, of course. but you had a house to rob, so you weren’t about to call the police, even if you did end up meeting one of the members of the infamous phantom troupe.

——————

Waiting for the Underground Auction to get started, you selected some victims from the well-dressed crowd to pass the time.

The bald man with the onyx ring showed some promise. The precious gem was translucent with an uneven fracture and silky luster. Must have a 6.7 hardness on the Mohs scale at least. Sadly, the man himself was already half-drunk, eyeing the waitresses that roamed around in the room. You couldn't tell if he was interested in their cleavage or the mini sandwiches they carried on their tray. Still, you'd have to pass, you didn't feel patient enough to deal with him.

You noticed a couple next, the lady wearing a brilliant ruby necklace, her matching earrings swaying back and forth slightly as she giggled over something her man whispered in her ear. Bless them, they actually looked happy together; a rare thing to see in business. Nah, you didn't want to ruin another relationship, you'd done that the other week. Besides, you weren't in the mood for rubies.

Your sharp eyes roamed the crowd, seizing up the glittering jewels in the enormous room, until you spotted something that pleased you. The gentleman was in his thirties, standing alone with a drink in hand, sporting a well-groomed beard and a lovely emerald tie clip. You hoped there was more from where that came from.

Casting a sideways glance at your date—or rather, your ticket inside the auction—you saw he was still busy at the bar telling a group of young ladies that ridiculous equestrian story he also bored you with on the car ride here. You had plenty of time.

Downing the rest of your champagne you walked towards the bearded man with a powerful stride, your lips forming a coy smirk as his eyes landed on your form.

“Forgive me for being so bold, but I couldn't help but notice you standing here in your lonesome. Would you like some company?” You questioned with a half-lidded gaze, letting the man eye your attire up and down.

You couldn't blame him, you looked damn good in your long, spaghetti strapped dress, the fabric complimenting your skin, the thigh-slit at the side showcasing your bare leg.

“I'd like that very much, my dear. Please, do join me.” He reached for your hand, placing a kiss on your knuckles, and you immediately noticed a slightly paler line on his ring finger. Ah, so he left the wife and the wedding ring home.

You deemed that the perfect time to activate your Nen, two tiny bubbles shooting out of your index finger at your side to slowly glide towards the man's ears as they slipped inside. He didn't even notice the strange sensation that usually came with your ability, too busy gazing at your bashful smile you put on for him.

In just a few seconds, your Nen bubbles would reach his mind, where they would settle down and stay until you pleased, letting you hear the thoughts of the man in front of you. The power to read minds. It was the exact thing you needed to get information without the victim knowing, so you could steal their precious stones, jewels and gems and sell them for a hefty price at the black market. You couldn't ask for a better job.

Oh, I'm definitely bringing this beauty home with me tonight.

His thought echoed in your head. Holy sweet Jesus, this man wasn't kidding around. His marriage must be a disaster. But you had to keep this up so his mind would open up more and you could dig deeper. If you were lucky, maybe you could access some memories as well.

Pushing down the feeling of disgust in your stomach, you leaned closer to the man, fingers tracing his tie till you reached the emerald clip.

“So why are you here alone?” You tilted you head up to him.

“You know how it is, my dear. I'm a busy man; I never had the time to find romance and settle down with someone. Something I deeply regret.” His honeyed words were ruined by his thoughts.

Thank god that bitch Helen is out of town for the next three days, now I can finally have some fun.

You resisted the urge to punch him square in the face and smiled instead.

“Is that so? What a shame, I would for sure have thought someone special already had your heart,” you stroked his ego more as you started playing with his tie clip. He noticed your actions.

“Do you like it, my dear?”

I bought a whole collection from Prakra, but Helen refuses to wear anything but gold now. Ungrateful woman.

His mind was like an open book now, willingly telling you the secrets of its pages, but you still weren't satisfied.

“Oh, yes, I do, very much. It suits you so well, you look dashing,” you complimented further, his mind humming with agreement. “Although I've always been told green was not my colour,” you fake pouted.

Ugh, she's totally right, green would look horrible on her.

You quickly fixed your gaze at the floor so he wouldn't see your furious expression. That asshole. You'd pull off green fabulously. You're going to rob his vault and steal his shitty wife's jewels, that's for sure.

“Nonsense, my dear, whoever told you that was a liar.”

You’re the last person I want to hear that from, you thought.

“Come to think of it, I might have just the thing for you at my manor. I'd love to show you after the auction is over. You'd look fantastic,” he smooth talked.

The diamonds would suit her best, but no way in hell am I taking them out of the safe just for her. The sapphires will do.

“Oh, you flatter me. That sounds lovely.”

He smiled like he'd won this, when in reality you were the real champion. You'd gathered everything you needed from his simple, little brain. His address, the safe's eight digit code, where his wife kept the jewelry, the butlers' and maids' schedule, the guard's rotations, the layout of the house. An action plan was already forming in your mind, making you giddy.

A bell rang out in the room, signaling that there were only ten minutes left before the auction started. You winked at the man, bid him goodbye with a promise to see him soon and dove into the chattering crowd, heading for the exists. You didn't feel like sitting a whole auction through, better to begin this heist early.

You were almost at the doors when you noticed two people—a girl with dark glasses and a way shorter black-haired man near a pillar, whispering back and forth, evidently shutting themselves of from the sea of people, their eyes never leaving their surroundings.

You knew that look. It was the exact same thing you did when seeking out your victims. They were monitoring the whole room, but why?

You sent out four of your Nen bubbles, hoping to eavesdrop on the conversation, only to see them burst when they reached your target's close proximity.

Shit, they were Nen users. Their auras must have detected your Hatsu, their demeanor changed entirely. You quickly turned around, pretending to be part of a group that was laughing over something. When you felt their gazes slip off you, you turned to see that only the short one remained in their position.

Shit, shit, shit. Something wasn't right here. The black-haired man moved into the crowd and you did the only thing that might get him to slow down. You created a big mess.

With the help of your elbows you pushed a woman into a man, making him spill his drink on her. As the woman began screeching, the man profusely trying to apologize, you stepped onto a waiter's toe, making him yelp and drop his tray full of sandwiches.

“What in the world?” you shouted, feigning offend as you marched away from the scene. “You call yourself a waiter? I'll have a word with your boss right now, because this situation is simply unacceptable, you hear me? Un—” you cut yourself off with a scream, purposely stepping on the fabric of your dress so you'd trip.

Tumbling closer to the ground, you felt strong arms grip your waist, halting your fall. You looked up to see the pale face of the short man, black locks falling in front of his thin eyes as he regarded you with an unreadable expression. Perfect timing.

“Take care where you fall next time. You were in my way,” he spoke, almost whisper-like, pausing between some of his words. Was that a.. slight accent you heard? You weren't sure.

“O-of course! My bad, I apologize. Won't happen again,” you rambled like a flustered girl would as you sent out multiple Nen bubbles from your fingertips while he promptly helped you to your feet.

Another bell sounded, signaling the start of the auction, and the mystery man was off again, weaving his way through the large crowd that was now moving into the auction room. Only one of your bubbles managed to slip in undetected, but it was having a hard time opening up his mind. Damn, it's like he closed it down with a silver lock and built metal walls around it.

You had to stay closer or, at this rate, the bubble would disappear. You tried your best to follow him from a safe distance, all the while subtly attacking his mind, willing it to ease up. It was barely working.

Almost the whole crowd was in the auction room when you finally discovered a weaker spot in his mind. You couldn't see him anymore, he disappeared without a trace. But where? Not caring about subtlety anymore, you mercilessly jabbed at the spot in his brain that seemed to have less defence, and completely froze at the word that echoed in your head.

Massacre.

Christ above, they were planing to slaughter every single person inside. You had to get the hell out of here, right now. You didn't even notice you were already in the auditorium as you were too busy dissecting this asshole's brain. Shit, shit, double shit.

You scrambled to the nearest door that was already being closed by the staff, planting your feet forcefully on the threshold. A girl in a suite looked up at you quizzically.

“Ma'am, the auction is about to start, I have to close the door.”

“Hear me out, I know, but I think I just got my period and I really need the bathroom. You can close the door after me, I'll wait for my husband outside. How does that sound?” you tried to keep calm but your urgency was evident in your tone.

“Okay, sure thing, ma'am,” the girl smiled sympathetically, letting you slip through the crack in the door.

You bolted, ran, ran, and ran like your life depended on it—because it most likely did—out on the streets, turning corners, crossing neighbourhoods as the cold air hit your skin. You didn't stop until you reached your apartment, slammed the door after you and collapsed on the couch, panting and heaving.

You saw it on the news the next morning. Everyone had been killed. The suspects were unknown, but rumours were rising about a group of thieves called the Phantom Troupe. Authorities asked that anyone that could give useful information about the incident should call the help line immediately.

Instead of reaching for your phone, you went to gather the supplies you'd need to get into Mr. Emerald Tie Clip's mansion. He was dead, his wife was out of town.

What better time to infiltrate their mansion then now?

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[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.”