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Story by me:

Story by me:
Anacreon, ancient greek poet;
“Tell me why you turn and fly,
My little Thracian filly shy?
Why turn askance That cruel glance,
Do you think, I know no a trick at all?
O I am blest with ample wit
To fix the bridle and the bit,
And make thee bend Each turning-end
In harness all the course of it.
But now 'tis yet the meadow free
And frisking it with merry glee;
Because there’s no master yet,
Who knows this art by heart!”
Those are the words crossing Ragenhere's mind, as the curb-bit touches his tongue.
Cold steel lays on his soft palate. In a final rebellion, he raises his angular skull and looks down at the one who put the bridle on him. The person who tries to tame the beast of Aranochia. An almost impossible endeavour that only one other person has ever managed, but Chyrus is not here, Chyrus is the past. Lost in the ravages of time, drifting into a bygone era.
The curb-bit comes to rest unexpectedly softly and caresses Ragenhere's tongue sweetly. A warm embrace as he closes his lips. Bespoke-made, the bit seems almost weightless, only the weight of the reins reminds the scarred stallion that it has merged with him. His head instinctively lowers into an almost vertical position. His massive crest rises, his croupe lowers.
Tamed but still himself, he raises his sturdy body in balanced harmony, ready to take on his new tasks and duties. A twitch trembles through the reins and tempts him to longen his neck.
A liberating feeling as the muscles stretch without the hindquarters neglecting their carrying task.
A moment later, he feels a weight on his back. His rider is not heavy and yet the Fjord stallion is aware of his rider's every movement. Ragenhere is gently led onto the track. Out of the first corner and into the circle. The otherwise so headstrong stallion allows himself to relinquish control.
A burden falls from his heart.
There is a natural harmony between rider and horse. Every movement succeeds as if by magic.
Yet the weight of the rider constantly reminds Ragenhere of his duty. He is no longer a free, unrestrained horse, he has been tamed.
The burden of being responsible for the well-being and safety of his rider.
Not for nothing is his full name calls Ragenhere Kyian Havstadson.
Kyian stands for ‘He, who determines his own destiny’.
But it also stand for ‘caring’.
A side to the stubborn Fjord stallion that only a few are allowed to get to know. But to the few, like his rider, in whom he places his trust of his own free will. He remains forever loyal to these few lucky individuals and takes care for them! Eager and with tireless vigor, he will stay on the side of his rider, even when that means to confine himself.
Just as with Chyrus, who Ragenhere has lost long ago. But he found someone worthy, to whom he can sacrifice himself for.
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Pony
Gender Male
Size 1200 x 1108px
File Size 228.9 kB
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