#feathery cob

[alinasteelcrest]

Other Horses

Mirrormoon

Starter Horse

Jorvik Warmblood

Mirrormoon is seal brown with a silver mane and tail. There are white crescent markings behind each of his hooves.

Mirrormoon is a calm, friendly horse that lives at Moorland stables. Alina rented him from Thomas Moorland, who he continues to live with after she moves to Jorvik. He’s smart, for a normal horse, and is quick to protect her from strangers - Including Shoji.

Alina visits him occasionally, and she always brings a few oranges with her, as they’re his favourite food.

Bastion

(In Game: Tigermind)

Jorvik Wild Horse

Bastion is a buckskin with brown legs and a brown face. He has a long, dark brown mane and tail, and the end of his tail is white. He has a white chest and belly, white socks low on his legs, white markings above and below his eyes, and a large white snip on his nose. There are dark brown stripes on his haunches, slightly resembling the pattern of a tiger.

He was born and raised in Tailtop Village, living with the Warrior herd. He excels at everything he does there, though he would much prefer to be with the Mystic herd, or perhaps even further out, learning from scholars with knowledge of something other than his home.

The first time Alina visits Tailtop, Jesse introduces them, and Bastion is fascinated with their life outside of the wild herds. He joins them when they leave, and starts his journey into the intellectual world. 

He can typically be found at Mario’s Observatory or in one of the libraries, but his herd greets him warmly whenever he visits home.

Number Five

Number Five

(In Game: Apocalypsetime)

(?) Year Old Connemara

Number Five is seal brown, with dark legs, a white front sock, and a stripe on his nose. His mane and tail are black. He claims to be an old man, and has the temperament to match, but is very clearly a young horse. It’s all quite confusing.

Number Five has the strange ability to teleport at will, and can allegedly time travel. He appeared from nowhere during a storm on the Sunset Islands. Getting him home (wherever that is) is a waiting game.

Ben

Number Six

(In Game: Hollow Monster)

Dorcha / Irish Cob

Ben is a dark blue, with feathery markings on his hooves, mane, and tail. Or, he would be, if anyone other than Number Four could see him. Number Four isn’t here.

(If he could explain, he would say that he woke up on a grassy island and wandered around until locating Number Five. He’s very stressed about the whole situation, because he was comfortably deceased before he woke up.)

What happened to the rest of the numbers?

Dean [Winchester]

(In Game: Demonhunter)

American Quarter Horse

Dean is bay with dark brindle markings. He has white socks and a bald face that doesn’t touch his (green) eyes.

His companion is a Snowdancer Arabian named Castiel (In Game: Angellord).

I am so funny for this. You Think I Am Funny. You Are Laughing.

[leopardsealz-remaking]

horses are scary but also pretty. i love big chonky horses especially. like draft horses n shires. if its big and / or has feathery feet i love it

[clickerpunk]

Welsh cob

Chunky!

These guys are among my top 5 faves, and a breed i hope i get to own at some point, preferably a Sec D. I love their builds, and with added fancy movement you have a winner. Adore their lush manes and feathery legs.

Apparently kinda stubborn and opinionated, but i kinda like that.

10/10 v horse shaped, will own at some point.

[deeisace]

I've always wanted to give riding sidesaddle a go

The riding habit I reblogged, reminded me

It's cut all wonky like that on account of the position you're in on that sort of saddle - you've got one leg pretty normal, I think, and the other you have your knee hooked around a sort of knobbly bit to hang on with so you don't like immediately slide off, with your foot somewhere near the opposite knee I think or further down your shin idk really - so the skirt bit it's cut like that to cover all the funny angles of that position

I've ridden with like a normal saddle and a treeless saddle (is that what they're called? The ones that don't hurt the horse's back? Idk I was like 12. Mum's still got it on mezzanine railings upstairs anyway, you can't get to the far corner of the bookshelves cs of all the tack in the way haha), and bareback a bit too

I was never much confident - and add to that the horse that was ridden most (we had three at one point, cs my mum's a bit animal-mad, in the best possible way) she was just a bit mental, skittish and bad tempered besides - I never voluntarily went faster than a trot I don't think (the other two was a very old rescue grey pony and a lovely ploddy Welsh cob gelding we had from a horsedrawn friend of my parents, who had such feathery feet!)

The last time I rode a horse, as well, a place near mum's, we went on a little trek thing, and one of the straps to my saddle hadn't been done up right and my stirrups were a tiny bit wonky, so I spent the entire trek sliding one way and then sliding the other, and I don't have enough french to have shouted up to get the horse lady to come and help me haha (tho lucky the horse they'd given me was a lovely plodder, so I didn't need to do anything but not fall off for half an hour or whatever it was, and she was alright haha)

So I don't think I'd like to go riding much again anyway

But I'd still like to give riding sidesaddle a go anyway, if only cs I'm a complete nerd

[alithographica]

Reminder that spiders are complex and cool, even if you don’t want them near you.

(You should also google stabilimentum designs. They’re pretty wild.)

Transcript below the cut.

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Spider Webs

Though not all spiders build webs, all produce silk. There are several different kinds of silk, ranging from web-building silk to egg silk to parachuting silk. Building silks include pyriform silk (used to attach the web to a surface), ampullate silk (used for web frames and supports), and either flagelliform or cribellate silk (both prey-capturing silks).

Flagelliform silk is not naturally sticky but gains stickiness when the spider applies glue-like secretions along the fiber. Other species produce cribellate silk, a feathery silk that holds prey with a static charge (like socks from a dryer).

Orb Webs

The classic wheel-shaped web. The spokes are made of non-capture silk while the spiral is sticky. This combination allows the spider to tip-toe around its own web without getting stuck.

Some species add a non-capture silk design called a stabilimentum. This was initially thought to stabilize the web (hence the name) but there is no longer a clear consensus on its purpose. It may make the web more visible to birds or large animals who would otherwise accidentally break the web, or it might reflect light in a way that lures insects.

Funnel Webs

A wide lip of non-capture silk leading into a funnel where the spider waits. The external webbing vibrates when stepped on, which alerts the spider to prey.

Cob/Tangle Webs

A messy net. Some cobwebs target walking insects with the use of high-tension capture silk on the outside of the web; if a passing insect breaks one of these threads, it will be pulled into the central web.

Sheet Webs

A horizontal, hammock-like web. A maze of criss-crossed non-capture threads above the web knocks flying insects off course and down onto the sticky web below.

[galoots]

Can you please rate the fashion sense of each McDuck on a scale of 1-10 on how good/bad/weird/cute/whatever their sense of fashion is?

FI’m going to sort them into categories instead just ‘cause

ARMOR BOYS: Sir Stuft McDuck and Sir Eider McDuck for the obvious reason. These ducks hide their soft feathery bodies in big ol’ suits of armor. Fashion-wise 2/10 unless you love that “knights of the round table.” Utility-wise 5/10 It will save you from an enemies arrow but it’s a nightmare if you have to pee.

Vagrant Chic: Swamphole McDuck and Molly Mallard

Ol’ Swamphole’s wearing a peasant’s cloth that’s perpetually dripping with swamp water. Molly is wearing what I assume to be the only piece of clothing she owns. Which is covered in coal dust, naturally. These two should look like hot messes, but their inner beauty shines through! Fashion: 10/10 Utility: 10/10 Easy and comfortable to wear. 

Would Look at Home on a Golf Course: Sir Roast McDuck and Jake McDuck

It’s their poofy hats that define these duck’s respective fashion sense. Gosmopolitan (get it like Cosmopolitan, but goose, ok nevermind) says you shouldn’t rely an outrageous accessory to define your entire outfit. Fashion: 3/10 Utility: 9/10 It’ll keep your head warm!

 Y’AAAAAR: Seafoam McDuck and Angus “Pothole” McDuck

Holy Cow! Fashion icons! The seaworthy look is always in these days (just look at Duckburg’s very own Donald Duck!) Seafoam jazzes up his outfit with sparkling gold teeth and a velvet ribbon to tie back his luxurious hair. Pothole, on the other hand, sports the very fashionable Captain’s hat with a timeless classic: the corn cob pipe. Fashion: 10/10 Utility: 10/10 Great looks to sport on a vacation! You’ll look right at home on the bow of a ship. 

Foorsooth, Fie, and Alack!: Malcolm “Matey” McDuck

Matey looks very Elizabethan with his feathered cap, long stockings, and cape. His looks a little last-season, but he still manages to pull it off with confidence and swagger to spare. Fashion: 7/10 Utility: 3/10 Too many layers and skin-tight stockings make this an uncomfortable outfit to rock! You’ll be sweltering under the Scottish sun. 

Classique, McDuque: Quagmire McDuck and Fergus “Old Scotty” McDuck

These two sporting gents have chosen the landed gentry style of sophistication. Collared shirts, ties, vests, and eyewear! You can’t go wrong with a classic style like this. Fashion: 10/10 Utility: 9/10 A great date look!

Fashion Disasters!: Dirty Dingus McDuck and Sir Quackly McDuck

Do I need to spell it out here? A bowl cut never looks good on anyone, Quackly. And Dingus needs a bath. And maybe a quick spurt from the fire extinguisher to put out that candle on his cap. Fashion: 0/10 Utility: 0/10 Ick. 

Rock Out With Your Frock Out: Downey O’ Drake, Matilda McDuck, Hortense McDuck

Can you ever go wrong with a classic frock? These lovely ladies make their dresses do the talking for them. They’ve embraced the classic feminine silhouette without sacrificing their take-no-nonsense personalities. Fashion: 10/10 Utility: 10/10 

Robber Baron: Scrooge McDuck

His look is iconic, but its sooooo last century. We get it, Scrooge. You’re rich! Scrooge McDuck only buys airpods instead of earbuds. He doesn’t use a case either. If he loses them he can always buy more. Fashion: 1/10 Utility: 4/10

[mygolfiya-blog]

Golf Balls - The Expert Guide

Golf Balls - How a small, round, dimpled sphere has the power to alter your game. In today's game, golf courage have become high-tech super-spheres that claim to do cosmos but television themselves! One popular golf orb claims 'long distance and super feel', another 'longer distance, more spin and control' and a third 'ultimate method and control'. Confused? Might as well choose a golf planet based on the colour of the box!

But wait! Playing the benefit golf area for your victim WILL enhance your achievement and overall kicks of the game. It's just a incident of decorating through the spin to find that ball.

To help you in your pursuit for the perfect golf ball, we'll proceeds you on a extract from the humble commencement of the golf domain through to today's technologically advanced balls.

The Early Days In general, the larger the bag the heavier it testament be - despite help from durable lightweight materials. Although the lightest designs now weigh in below 3lb, special lumbar and/or haunch padding is available for convenience and can type a actuality difference

In the earliest years of golf, some 500 age ago, trifler used primitive equipment to play the windowpane in a rather haphazard and casual manner. The golf globe has undergone dozens upgrades and enhancements throughout its long life, with several distinct stages:

Wooden - Used from the mid 15th century, the first golf boldness were made from hardwoods such as beech. Often used in conjunction with wooden clubs, a round of golf would have been a particularly jarring experience.

Featherie - In 1618 the Featherie golf ball was invented and was used for nearly 250 years. These boldness were made by fillings wet goose nature into a fist stitched rain leather ball. As it dried the leather shrunk and the feathers expanded creating a hard and compact ball. This time consumption tendency ensured the expense was out of sweeps of the masses, often selling for more than the price of a club.

Guttie - Rev Dr Robert Adams Paterson created the first golf testicles made from Gutta-percha in 1848. The ball was created from the dried fool of the tropical sapodilla tree, which was heated up and formed into realm shapes. The improved achievement and cheaper costs of the Guttie contributed greatly to the spreads of the game.

Hand Hammered Guttie - It was also discovered that improperly smoothed nonsense often had a truer fly than the smoother versions, and the Hand Hammered Guttie Ball, with an even pattern hammered on by hand, was born. By 1890, golf balls were formed in iron moulds, and the Bramble design, with raised spherical bumps resembling a raspberry, became the most popular orb of the Guttie era.

Rubber - The advent of the rubber area changed the fronts of golf as we know it. Invented by Coburn Haskell in 1898 it featured a solid gum mettle wrapped in rubber thread. Early Gutta-percha covers soon gave way to the Balata envelope that was introduced in the early 1900s. Although they looked like Gutties, the average golfer could gain an extra 20 enclosure off the tee. So the guttie gave resources to the aerodynamically superior dimple pattern, first used in 1908 and still being used today.

Today's Golf Balls - Wonders of Multi-Layer Construction In recent years, the lesions golf ball has largely been replaced by multilayer balls, resulting in a bewildering selection of golf balls. To simplify, modern golf courage can be broken down into three main categories.

Two Piece. This is a tough, durable golf area usually with a large, solid inner center and a hard Surlyn cover, generally designed to maximise direction through a high launch period and low levels of spin

Our Recommendation. Two-piece golf boldness are what every inventor should play. With less spin you are less likely to hook or sections the ball. At the same time you are likely to box the ball further. The expense of two-piece boldness tends to be less, definition that they won't proceeds a large bite out of your budget when they end up in the lake or the rough!

Multi-Layer. Typically made of three or four covering in which the hearts is wrapped in one or two layers, the multi layer golf domain is usually preferred by Tour gambler for the extra mastery it offers.

Three-piece. These have a large synthetic core, a thin mantel and a cover. Sometimes, tungsten weights are used in the middle of the synthetic mettle for optimised compression centering.

Four-piece. These multi-layer golf nonsense have a smaller inner core, surrounded by an outer core, similar to the three-piece ball. This is then surrounded by a thin mantel and a cover. Multi-layer testicles are generally more expensive, and suited to the more experienced golfer. They tend to have much better control and feel around the green, provide more spin, but don't travel as far and are less forgiving on hooks and slices.

Our Recommendation. Multi-layer golf courage are best for the better athlete who can appreciate the benefits of extra spin mastery over and above distance.

Wound. Much less common in today's game, wound golf nonsense have a central center that has been wrapped in rubber thread and then usually covered in Balata cover. These balls tend to be less durable and often testament not hold up to the average player's round. They submissiveness fantastic emotion and have great spin, though, halting faster on the green - but the trade-off is a evasion in distance. Also, their performance is affected by the temperature, with their road and overall performance deteriorating in temperatures below 20°C.

Very few group still use the lesions balata ball, and it is likely to be replaced altogether by the multi-layer ball. However, some specialist still like the extraordinary feel and spin sovereignty required for grace shooter around the green.

Our Recommendation. This planet is only really suitable for the best of the very best golfers.

Play to your strengths Today's golf boldness use sophisticated construction techniques that have a direct touch on different appearance of the game, including driving distance, approach control, arranging roll, portion and cost. You should select your sky according to which one suits the bulk important aspect of your quarry - what you indispensability most help with. Here's our summary:

If you necessity distance (Ideal for mid to high handicappers) Too scads spin testament make the planet fly too high, and too little testament reduce carry. If you need ways and forgiveness go for a hard ball. The combined steadiness of the envelope and spunk allow the domain to travel longer distances and be very durable, but be aware it won't stop as well on the green.

If you need spin (Ideal for better players) A spin ball is constructed with a cover that generates more spin when struck with a lofted club. This globe is better suited to play draw and fade photograph around obstacles and testament stop well on the green. However, it testament also be easier to department or hook shots.

If you are observing for ultimate mastery - distance and spin combined (Ideal for very serious players) A sovereignty golf planet has the characteristics of a manner heavens with the ability to stop quickly on the green, with allegedly less risk of hooking or slicing the golf area than a pure spin ball.

Other considerations

Slow Swingers. For golfers with a slower swing speed, it is advisable to utility a golf sky that is designed to maximise the driving distance for the slower club head speed. Ideal for ladies, seniors and less powerful players

Putting Perfection. Different type and exemplar of golf area will roll different distances on the laying green, with harder balls tending to cob further. Bear in mind more expensive balls are likely to bun truer as well, due to better balancing.

Play to your budget. It is better to pleasure consistently with a golf domain you can afford rather than a reward domain that you cannot afford to custom with. Also playing with damaged nonsense will touch on your game, so it is better to pleasure an affordable sky and replace it regularly.

And Finally - Golf Ball Myths

More dimples aftereffect in a higher trajectory. This is not true. The optimum quantity of dimples on a golf sky is between 350 and 450. It is the distortion event of the golf ball, along with the strength of the dimples that determines the trajectory.

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[abloris-the-plantriarchy]

thinking about how Wings of Resolve would work on a centaur-vari 

also I keep pinwheeling between Centaur!Al being a feathery cob breed or a slightly thicker Irish Draught (maybe with feathers)

Also, consider, Choya deciding a centaur (or a centaur vari) means they now have a mighty steed

[dzmoot]

Orion the Crusher leaped at Ultramaaze, who turned his head to meet Orion’s mechanized fist. As kernels flew from his noggin, he turned back around to see a shiny kneecap whack him in the gut. As Maaze let out a violent, pain stricken growl, his eyes were directly locked at Orion’s window eyes.

What the hell are you?

Back on the bridge, Kruonch pushed a button on his captain’s chair and spoke in a growly, demonic voice, as if he smoked 20 packs of moongarettes a day.

I am Orion the Crusher. Your terror is at an end, Maaze!

With his corn cob fingertips, Maaze slapped Orion so hard, the windows started to crack as did the giant moonrock which served as his torso. The Tuuns on the bridge felt the lash and nearly fell out of their respective places. Using the Runmaster device, Zappy made Orion do a kick in mid air, directly at Maaze’s face and knocking out some of his teeth. But as Maaze fell to the ground to lick his wounds, he looked back up at the giant robot and the Tuuns saw, to their disbelief, all of Maaze’s teeth grow back in a matter of seconds. Kruonch nearly urinated in his pants.

He’s an unnatural fiend! Siobhan, are those weapons fully charged yet?

Siobhan looked down as the controller gleamed a bright green and made a soft beeping sound.

All charged daddy. Can I finally fire away?

Kruonch grinned. He was so proud of his daughter.

Yes kitten, fire like a kamikaze!

Siobhan pressed every button simultaneously and all the gadgets on the side of Orion’s head began functioning vigorously. Most importantly, the laser cannon Shellhard installed launched a fiery red blast at Maaze who raised his hands in an act to defend himself. The blast finally ran it’s coarse on Maaze and he toppled over like an asteroid sized domino. Through the view screen, the Tuuns could see that he was smoldering, but as they continued watching, they noticed he was also expanding like a balloon. Even through the bridge walls, they could hear the sound of tremendous popping, like several bombs going off at once. The ever expanding Ultramaaze got to his feet and looked ferociously at Orion. 

Extra large, with butter! 

And then Ultramaaze started launching kernels like never before. Within a single minute, he must have launched at least 200 or more giant sized pieces of popcorn into the air, all while roaring as if he was a giant dinosaur from Tokyo. 

Orion did it’s best to blast the kernels into oblivion, but the buds kept coming and ended up pulverizing several Tuun homes in the village. As several innocent Tuuns were led away from the battlefield to the underground ravine where Sanctuunary once stood, Lagumer, Shellhard, Opilio and Keet embarked on a mission of their own. They went through the underground tunnel and infiltrated the empire’s palace, confronting Swab and Swig, Colonel Sugacoat, Chilly Willy and the recovering Fry Spy. Lagumer stood proudly before the group.

I’m gonna give these refrigerator rejects a one way ticket to kung-fu ville. 

And he leaped into the air, waving his arms, his trunk and legs. When he landed and started delivering the blows, it took him several seconds to realize he was swatting at the air, giving Swig enough time to blast him through the ceiling. Shellhard tucked himself into his shell as Opilio kicked it towards the Confectoons, knocking them down like bowling pins. As they all got to their feet, the three of them engaged them as Lagumer bursted through the wall, whipping Chilly Willy and Fry Spy to the floor with his trunk. Keet suffered the worst out of the four of them with Sugacoat picking and poking him with his sharp appendages. Shellhard found himself suffering frostbite from Chilly Willy’s bearhugs and as he toppled to the floor, he looked to one corner to see something that nearly made him faint. It was the helmet and belt he lost years earlier and as Chilly Willy dashed towards him, he quickly zipped to the corner, put on the equipment and phased through Willy, much to the Ice Cream Brute’s surprise. When he turned around to face the turtle, Willy was surprised yet again when Shellhard began frying him with the transmitter on his helmet, melting Willy into a neapolitan river. 

Shellhard couldn’t help but feel the great pride and joy of defeating one of the Lethal Seven, reveling in his victory. He took off his helmet, through it into the air and shouted mightily. 

COWABUNGA! 

Meanwhile, Opilio was having one heck of a time avoiding Swab and Swig, especially since Swig kept obliterating the surroundings with his optic blasts. He climbed up and down the walls and found himself smack dap in the middle of the ceiling. Just then, Sugacoat jumped onto him and he fell to the floor, making his back hurt more than it ever did in his entire life. As Sugacoat began hacking away at one of his legs, Opilio remembered that he had, under his torso a small container of dental floss. Being a daddy long legs meant that he couldn’t weave webs like spiders, so he settled for the next best thing. He quickly stomped down hard on Sugacoat, cracking his chalky little body as he hurled all the floss around Swab and Swig, cutting off their circulation and hindering Swig’s ability to shoot beams. Opilio then signaled Lagumer to assist him. 

I’ve heard that cotton candy disintegrates when it’s exposed to water. 

Lagumer chuckled as Swab and Swig began wining in horror. 

Luckily, I just drank a whole galloon on moonrock tea before we came here, Oppy! 

The two headed cotton candy menace screamed in agony as Lagumer blasted them with the tea, reducing them to pink and blue puddles on the floor. Opilio and Lagumer high fived each other as Sugacoat got to his feet. He prepared to charge at Opilio with his sharp fangs and multiple claws, but before he could leave a scratch, he was pummeled over the head, crushed into orange fragments by an incoming.........speech bubble. Shellhard looked up. 

Keet, you feathery son of a gun! You’re talking! 

Keet flew around the room, leaving out an array of ka kaas and polly want a cracker. As Fry Spy caught the bird by his tail feathers and prepared to break his neck, he spoke for the first time, his voice not what everyone was expecting. It was ominous, yes, it was intimidating, but it was also, very sassy.   

Your little flight’s been cut short little birdy. You may have been able to stop the boys, but you won’t be able to stop me. 

It was then that they all realized it. Fry Spy was in fact, a she. She clasped Keet’s throat so tightly that all he could do was gargle and gasp for air. Thinking quickly, Opilio used the last of his dental floss to tie up the Spy’s fries and with all his might, he spun her around like a carousel. Then Shellhard tucked himself inside his shell as Lagumer hurled it at her with his trunk, sending her through the nearest wall. Now that Keet was free, he flew over to the Spy and spoke directly above her head, mashing her potatoes once and for all. 

The battle between Orion and Ultramaaze was getting more and more heated. With each blow from the enemy, Orion became more and more battered until his left arm broke off and his laser cannon was useless. In a last ditch effort to overcome Ultramaaze, who seemed to be getting more and more powerful by the minute, Kruonch gave Hampire a very important command.

Transfer all remaining power to the main generator. And give us some of the abra kadabra gobbledygook to go along with it!

Hampire was hesitant, but after a bit of pondering decided it was best. After pulling a series of small switches and knobs, Hampire lit up like a glow stick as a green aura covered him and he clamped his hands down on the control deck. 

Oola Roola Spizoola Frandoola Quipoola!

Before they knew it, Orion the Crusher was covered in the green aura as he delivered another great blow to Ultramaaze. As his red and white body started to rip, Ultramaaze was then picked up by Orion’s remaining arm and slammed into the ground, leaving a massive crater in it’s wake. Still, the Popcorn Menace wasn’t through and put his arms around the robot, crushing his rocky torso and shattering the power core on his chest. Then Ultramaaze put Orion’s head in his mouth, biting down and tugging it away like it was raw meat. The Tuuns stood in horror but Kruonch knew they couldn’t go on any further. 

Abandon ship! 

And they all ran out Orion’s emergency mouth door as Orion’s head went plunging into Maaze’s stomach. The Tuuns found themselves fighting Ultramaaze on their own and even without their giant robot, they still were going to give it their all. 

Ultramaaze just wouldn’t go down and it was in that moment that Igginsworth realized what had to be done. He knew that the Ethereals are what gave Ultramaaze his seemingly unlimited power and he knew that if he went back into ice, the Ethereals would become new Tuuns and Maaze could be defeated. 

You guys keep him occupied. I know how to stop him.

And Igginsworth ran off to Dabertson’s lab. Zappy, who realized what his friend was going to do wasn’t ready to let him do it, but knew it was the best thing at the moment, the best thing for Tuun kind. 

I’m going with you!

[featherypoppy]

Several stages of Dirt Bliss courtesy of Poppy - mid 2022

[gayarsonistsforraccoons]

Fallen Guard pt.4

It was 1997. Matthei was on Earth with his mission group. They were here to make notes on the humans, to see how far they had progressed. They had split up and spread across Earth into several major cities. Matthei was assigned London. The last time he was on Earth was in 1897, a century ago.

   Around him were tall buildings, very new to his eyes, except for the building which he assumed was Buckingham Palace. On the paths the humans call “streets” were many machines that scuttled around. He understood that they advanced with their “automobiles”. Water rained from the dark sky.

   The blond angel was ripped from his thoughts when someone tapped his shoulder. He tensed but nonetheless turned to face the human. The human was male, about 5’11, he had fluffy brunette hair that framed his small tan face and blue eyes. He had a button nose and smooth looking white skin.

  “Um sir, I noticed you’ve been standing there for a while and I was wondering if you needed any help.” The man said. For unknown reasons, it caused Matthei’s host heart to flutter.

   Matthei thought as he looked at the brunette man. He was supposed to follow a single human around to notice how they did their way of life. This could be his human.

  “Yes, actually. I was wondering where I could find a cheap inn, for I have no money.” He said with a small smile on his face. His blonde hair stuck to his face.

 “There isn't any near here. You can stay in my flat ‘til it stops raining.”

       --time skip to mans flat--

   As the angel followed the brunette human inside. He closed the door behind him. The flat was a average size with Manila coloured walls and wood floors. The entrance was in the kitchen.

  All of a sudden the male jumped. “I almost forgot!” He turned to the angel. “I’m Archie Killian. And you are?”

   Matthei was wondering if he should be truthful about why he was here. He should. He could not lie.

  “I am Matthei, angel of the Lord. I am here on a mission to take notes on human life. Nice to meet you Mr. Killian.” Matthei expected the boy to freak out but he didn't. ‘Archie’ just smirked. “Sure. Anyways I can fix up the couch so you can sleep. I'll be back with sheets and blankets.”

   Archie turned down a hallway before tripping and falling on the floor.

   “Bollocks.”

 Matthei walked over to the brunette and looked at the man’s scrape on his knee. The blonde kneeled down and placed his hand over the scratch. Light glowed from his palm and when he lifted it, to Archie’s amazement, his scratch was gone. He looked up at the tall, freckled blonde with wide eyes. “So you weren’t kidding..”

    -time skip to four days-

 Archie allowed Matthei to stay and take notes on him but Matthei soon started acting weird around the human.

  “So up in heaven, do you have a girlfriend?” Archie asked with a smile on his face. He noticed Matthei’s cheeks turn pink.

 “Angels have no gender. But no. We do not have time or need for…. partners.” Matthei looked away and fiddled with his thumbs.

         ~Present~

   “Humans aren't particularly open to the thought of supernatural beings. That's why you got to keep a down low on angel business. Got it?” Dean informed Matthei, sitting in his chair with his feet kicked up on the table.

 “Like this?” Matthei questioned lowering his body close to the floor. “Is this low enough? Can I talk about angel stuff now?”

  This was Matthei’s second day out of the forest. He decided that being in the forest only brought attention and danger. Something the nymphs did not want. After the Winchesters offered to let him stay with them and help him get the way of ‘human life’, he took up on it and was now getting lessons from Dean.

  Don’t get him wrong, he did severely miss the forest. He missed going outside and watching the flowers bloom, being able to run and feel the wind in his hair. His feathery wings ached from being folded for this long and he so dearly wanted to stretch them but the room wasn't long enough for his 20 foot wingspan. Well the library was, but he was not on a friendly basis with the two humans and their angel.

  “No, Matt,” Dean exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “‘In the down low’ is just an expression. It means only talk about it when we are alone or with people who already know.”

 “Oh.” The pale angel frowned. That's when Sam was brought to his attention. The younger brother was walking in wearing a grey sweatshirt and black sweatpants. In the crook of his arm, he held a thin silver…. thing. Sam sat at the table and put the thing on the table’s surface. As he opened it, a light glowed from it. Matthei’s eyes widened. He hurriedly rushed behind Sam to look at the strange human contraption. It was two surfaces stuck together at a 90 degree angle. On the bottom surface was a bunch of little plastic squares with the human alphabet imprinted in white on each one. The brunette tapped at the squares and on the top surface the images changed. Only slightly. Only by one letter. Quickly the human tapped another larger square with his pinky and the surface went colourful and showed images and human words.

  “What is this witchcraft?” Matthei gasped and hesitantly and cautiously tapped the glowing surface in wonder. This apparently was amusing to the others in the room because they smirked at the angel.

“It’s called a computer.” Sam mused, giving a toothy grin. This answer caused the blonde to shake his head.

“No it isn't. Computers are big and take up whole rooms.”

“Well it's been awhile since you've been outside that forest. Somethings have changed.”

  Sadly, he knew. He knew all too well. Except things changed even before he entered the forest. With Archie, his brothers and sisters, his Father, heaven. Even he had changed.

Matthei frowned at his own thoughts. These were human thoughts. He couldn’t let himself think like this. He vowed to himself that he would think human thoughts or emotions. Not since Archie.

  Sam’s voice dragged him out of his flooding thoughts. “Hey. So apparently in Edmond, Oklahoma, there's been a few reports of kids drowning in Arcadia Lake. A witness says that one victim noticed a light grey Welsh Cob horse wandering around Arcadia Lake. Dustin Willes, a 5 year old boy, tried to ride it. Once he mounted the horse, the witness said that she looked away for a second after she got a text and both the boy and horse had disappeared. The next morning, the boy was found on the beach, dead, no sign of the horse.”

 Dean shrugged. “So what? He probably fell off the horse and ended up drowning. Doesn’t seem like a supernatural thing.” Sam looked up and took a sip of his beer. “You didn't let me finish- The boy,” he paused, “Only half of him was recovered. Other half seemed to be… chewed off.”

  Castiel frowned and cocked his head in question. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a creature that could do that.”

“I have.” Matthei piped, looking at the other three. “It’s a fairly old species, and very rare. They are called Glashtyns. They’re a shape-shifting water creature. To lure in their prey, they take the form of a horse. once their victim attempts to ride them, they plunge into the water. In the water, they change to their humanoid forms, to drown their victims and eat them. They are very cunning creatures.” As he spoke, Sam typed away on his “computer”, probably searching for more information.

  “Okay, I think I got something: A Glashtyn is a water dwelling fairy first found in Great Britain.,” he read, “Their natural form is close to the description of a ‘mermaid’. They take the form of a horse, and it's almost impossible to recognize it. The only way to tell a Glashtyn from a normal horse is the smell. They excrete the smell of algae and fish. They entice travelers and others to ride on it’s back. Once on, it rides their victim into a body of water, before devouring them. Not to be confused with Kelpie.”

The elder Winchester grunted. “So, how do we kill them?”

 “It is believed that if shot with a silver bullet it will die and turn into a jelly-like substance.”

Dean raised his brows, “Well, isn’t that lovely? Freaking fairies.” He said with sarcasm, which Matthei did not understand. “No, actually. It is very disgusting to watch. It’s like…-” Castiel cut his older brother off.

“Dean was being sarcastic. He and his brother have a habit of doing that a lot.” The raven haired angel redirected his gaze to the brothers in amusement.

[littlepinkneko]

Intruder

A shrill cry

Hissing and spitting at the odd creature that flew around his head. Batting and swatting at it as he bravely tried his best to hold his ground against his intruder. His siblings were now waking up and crying out in confusion on what was going on. It was the first instinct of something so young to do when you are still nearly blind to your surroundings. 

He let out another shrill cry as it bumps into his face, feathery like wings flapping in rapid succession. Its wings smelled of like fine pollen and the scent of the earth as this strange creature continued to hover around his head. His siblings were tumbling around now in a pure panic on what was going on and the other two could both tell there was an invader in their nest.

But all three were too young to realize that it was not a threat.

“Hey,hey,hey,hey its ok Cobvik! Cob stop crying, I’m right here.” a woman spoke with tenderness and a hint of amusement. Cob had let out other cry to cause the pup to roll backwards and roll into something bigger. He recognized that scent and scrambled into their lap. Feeling the rough fabric of clothing but the warmth his Elder gave off.

Mother.

It did not take long for his other brothers to join with him, copying the other’s movements to climb into the safety of their Mother’s lap. All three were now squeaking and chirping in confusion that the intruder could still be here among them. Cob could still hear the beat of the intruder’s wings around his head and again he cried out to his Mother to protect him from this danger.

“Its only a moth Cob, it won’t hurt you.”

Moth?

The heck was a moth?!

That’s when he felt the intruder land right on his face.

Cob didn’t move.

He didn’t dare move.

The pup could feel his hearts beat fast as he waited for it to bite.

To tear him apart!

But..

Nothing happen.

Seeing his ‘attacker’ up close Cob blinked at a creature even smaller than him. Resting right upon his face and so close that he could see it clearly.

It had big eyes

Fur to where he believed was around the back of its head.

Fuzzy antenna.

Heck it was fuzzy everywhere on it from what he could see.

The small pup made soft chirps of uncertainty as he looked at the moth dead on. Locked in a staring contest as neither the small Eliksni or moth dare to move.

“I think this Giant Peacock Moth likes you Cobvik.” his mother chuckled shifting her weight around to try not to disturb this precious moment. Juh and Gil had returned back to sleep, basking in their Mother’s lap in the warm sun as Cob remained ever still. Ever vigilant. Keeping his eyes steady and focused on the moth resting upon the tip of his face.

The flutter of its wings startled him when the insect took off back into the air once again. Out of his line of sight and nothing but a blur to the vast expansion of the blue skies above far above his head.

He was silent for a moment as the pup stared off to where he last could see the moth. Feeling a little sad that once an enemy, then a friend, had left so soon. He squeaked in confusion as he turned to look up at his Mother for answers on why his new friend left. If his friend was now gone did that mean his Mother would leave him too?

Not uttering a word to him as she cupped her left hand to the side of his head. Ever tenderly running her thumb against his lower jaw in a silent comfort. Cob could see her mouth twist into a small smile when he looked upon her features.

Something was wrong.

That’s when he felt something went fall upon his face.

Cob let out a confused whine as he scrambled to climb up her chest to be closer to her face. Her face was wet now and he could hear a very faint cry coming from his Mother. Broken and struggling to come from her mouth as she refused to let it out.

Sad?

Was she sad?

Now holding the small pup in her hand the Warlock gently nuzzled her forehead against his. Tears running down her face as she held her new son close, knowing the question that he held in his mind.

“I am not going anywhere little one..some come and go as they please...but sometimes...destiny makes the choices and can’t be avoided.”

“I am here my little one.”

“I will ALWAYS be here...”

“I promise.”

[systemfaker]

fionn kerrigan has some kind of irish cob. like today it would be considered an irish cob but if anyone asks what breed his horse is hes just like “a big monster <3”

so his horse is.... dark brown piebald, most of its mane is white with a stripe of dark brown. and feathery af. and her name is “grud”. or “grood?” “grūd”..... he wuvs her

[featherypoppy]

Beautiful photos by Oliver Facey - Forest photoshoot in April 2023

[featherypoppy]

New field - Megara and Poppy leading the uh, tactical retreat from the donkeys in the adjacent paddock.