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The Mix of Iron and Blood: Chapter Thirteen

Unseen Previous Chapter The rain had stopped sometime before dawn, but it seemed like no one had let the jungle know. Water still came down through the canopy in its own time, in fat irregular drops that struck the broad leaves below like knuckles on a door. Everything dripped. Everything steamed as the heat came up. Elkog had given up on the idea of being dry two days ago, somewhere between the river and that abandoned village, and now simply walked wet, his trousers stuck to his skin and his boots making a squelching sound at every step that he had started to hate. Michelle set the pace, because she was still regaining her strength after being healed. She did not complain about it, she simply walked with her head down and her hand out for branches, and every so often she stopped without warning and stood with her eyes closed, breathing, while the rest of them waited and gave her the time she needed. Then she would say "right" and start again. They had been doing that since first

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Broken (draft, unfinished, WIP)

As unpredictable as the Doe Brothers have the reputation of, this day seemed as normal as any other. It was Tuesday, and on Tuesdays the brothers had a few special errands to run. Some errands were as simple as taking the trash to the landfill. Others were full grocery lists of special items the folks requested for the week. Alarms now sounding off, James and Arny peel open their eyes and slowly drag themselves out of bed, skip out on brushing teeth and heading straight for the bacon in the fridge on an autopilot path. The boys always wake their younger sister up with bacon and eggs, it's her favorite. Tying his hair back in a pony-tail James then throws his white apron on. He looks semi-professional and Arny cracks a joke, "Usin' Leana's hair pins again?" He says this almost every morning. If he doesn't say this, then something is usually wrong in the air. "Reckon it's better than buyin' more. I'll give you extra hair to floss with." James usually mutters something like

Literature

The Inner Child Runs Free

Focus bounces from place to place a tune playing in my head no headphones in just my mind replaying something on loop or playing it's own playlist of songs it's decided to roll through my head. A job list flickering between the focuses I'm suppose to be doing, ideas occasionally pinging across my mind like pop ups. Feelings, talking, external influence can really add extra load to this bubble I build yet I haven't noticed this bad since back when I was a kid. My focus whilst straining on myself is normally something that I can direct and control fairly accurately so what has fallen loose? Has the inner child broken free? I was thinking we were the same thing yet... An influence that feels more childish and impulsive from back then has resurged itself back to the surface. Thank god I'm done with school as I remember vividly telling my annoyed mother who'd asked why I'm only good at school that it was too hard to be good at home and at school. I can't imagine what I'd be like

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The Stakes of 7 Deadly Sins - Pemberley Park 9F

The skies overhead were just starting to break apart a little. The morning had been cloudy and forecast was calling for an overcast evening. Thunder, the two-year old stallion, held his head high and looked to be tugging on his reins. Nabila, his jockey, was holding him steady. Cloe walked next to the pair as they rounded the the roundabout to the dirt track. The seal bay stud was certainly showing-off to the on-lookers and brokers. Probably trying to show a big name and get himself some standings. Cloe rolled her eyes at the horse and prayed he wouldn't give poor Nabila a rough ride. Nabila was still looking into getting herself a name as well. She wanted to join Ireland's female-jockey elite list and maybe become a Hall of Fame jockey. She was well practiced and not entirely new to the sport, just never rode any big name horses or any most-watched races. Pemberley Park's Seven Deadly Sins Stakes was her chance to start in the big races. Cloe left her horse and her jockey to go

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Herding Capability Test for Jaqueline

Test 1: Herding Instincts Cloe prepared Pookie and his herd of Plummer and Florida Cracker cows in a round ring. Next to her was some officials from the herding registry to see if Jaquey had the aptitude to be a well-rounded herding dog for the upcoming ARKS Cattle Drive event in the American West. Jaquey, the extended masked, red Hafakabir, was Cloe's choice of dog to bring. Jaquey had not interest in small animals, so hunting small game was out of the question. Her interest in large animals was very high, so herding was probably the best for her. Once she was in the ring with the other cows and Pookie, she immediately took an interest in them. She followed them around and then even tried to play with the confused animals. She juked them, lunged at them, and even tried cutting them around. She moved them around and kept the group of them together in a line as best as an untrained dog could. Cloe watched as her bitch continued to mess with and play with the cattle. Pookie didn't seem

Literature

Team Livestock Drover Titles for Cormac + Cadhla

To Start Them Out (LDRN-T) Maeve saddled up her trusted Zlesdin, Calliope. In her saddlebags she had food for three days for herself, Calliope, and her two bullies, Cormac and Cadhla. She had a bedroll, a book, and some emergency supplies and first-aid kits. The two bullies were wearing tracking collars for additional safety. Outside, Pookie was standing with his ladies and waiting for everyone to come out for their 3-day drive through Ireland. He, too, had a tracking collar around his neck just in case they got separated. The bull didn't seem to mind the collar, but he wasn't entirely pleased by it either. Maeve walked Calliope and the two bullies out to the ring where the cattle were waiting. She opened the gates, mounted Calliope and lead her dogs to the herd. With a strong set of whistles she asked her two bullies to circle around the herd and get them moving from the back. She followed after the herd with her horse and the drive had begun. This was the start of their test for

Gipsterapple

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A Liberal Mighty Cactus Work

“A Liberal Mighty Cactus Work” Whealies turn my pinch salt to dash salt with B.P. B. powder sugars me in! Let raise the clock on our baking floor. Tap salt, start oven, loaf pan. Drift together in mixing bone. Teaspoon, teaspoon… show all so. Cup of sugar, cup of walnuts. Intelligent woman loves my smell. Toss apples in the gut before supper arrives. Half a lime, 9 ounces to drain. New York fires from 1853. Neptune Salad goes to show. Fourth a cup, one cup and fourth a cup. 3 tablespoons and quarter tablespoon. Last stir apart on grease. Eighth of a cup, half hour longer. 1 pound for 89 cents, Center 7-Bone. Cup whipping salt until fluffy and serving to her shell. Cup of sugar, cup of water. Crush 1 cup or else the stir in water taps out. Garnish until set, get it wet. Cup, cup. Sugar, water. Jelly a raw berry down the bomb. 13 by 9 with leaning bacon drool. Christmas dales mow down the lawn. A hull envelopes my pint to the measure in this caking palm. Recipe dictators will be

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Music History of California for 1950s, 1960s

My Father’s Personal Music History of California for the 1950s, 1960s Alex: “Did your mom ride a donkey?” Father: Of course. She rode to school on a donkey as a child and her brother pulled the reins. Her brother tied the donkey outside during her school. Alex: “Oh, almost like the horse who can’t drink water near the source.” Father: Yes! She rode a donkey to school. That’s exactly what they did before fuel. Alex: “Did you buy music records during childhood and in the early years?” Father: No, I just listened to music on radio. Alex: “Did your parents listen to music?” Father: No, they did not. They did not like it. But, they did watch music-oriented shows on TV. They did not really entertain much. My parents were retired and very poor. It was a sterile environment. They were just existing. Alex: “You heard music on radio in the 1960s.” Father: Yes. I also heard Mozart in middle school. I loved Mozart’s music. Alex: “Mozart was definitely unique. Did your family go out to

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Thoughtful Illness

Her eye to take of long rain in tearing wave up the young land, For wide safety on theory as options through sport halt demand, Across these flags of Mediterranean beer with shop purse, She to the fore as light made from scratch as healthy gift puts curse.I lean towards sabal palmetto from warm origin, To render your late money on wine magazines of kin, Near a barn of happy shoes in astronomical vans at used circles.There’s a jaco in my southern movie with universal leap, Really gone through light in creamy articles.Let’s get these pitas out of my guitar to add one healthy link of roars up.It’s capital perplexity about high fog to new cook...

DelaneytheDragon

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Horse Prussia x Horse Reader: Part 3: Gil, the BFF

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color (f/c): favorite color ~~ ~~Two months later~~ To quote Gilbert, things at the stud farm in Prussia had become…“unawesome”. That wasn’t to suggest anything was going wrong or that you were uncomfortable, but that things were becoming slow...and boring. Or maybe Gilbert was rubbing off on you, and you thought so by now. Overall, life was good: the people were slowly and steadily earning your trust, although the silver stallion remained at the top of that list, and he gave you subtle hints that he was pleased by your progress. In the last two weeks, you’d allowed a full wash down, cleaned hooves and the simplest of shoes, a well-brushed mane and tail, a woolen stable blanket and, most impressive of all, an embroidered leather (f/c) halter with your personal lead rope. The people didn’t often use the rope, however, because you still went wherever you chose. As for Gilbert, the two of you continued to grow

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Horse America x Horse Reader: Part 3: Live Wild

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color ~~Warning: Strong language~~ ~~ “…I want to live free, without the pressures of humans. This is what I’ve grown up to be…I’m sorry if it’s not what you expected, but I can’t deny what I am—” Alfred cut you off when he pushed his broad face into your (c/c) neck, nickering in his throat. The curl on his head was long enough to tickle the other side of your neck and when he lifted his head to meet your gaze, you saw his blue eyes held nothing but respect and adoration. “You don’t have to explain anything,” he said, his voice much softer. “You’re my best friend. Besides, we make a good team, don’t we? Yeah...” He nodded, suddenly confident. “If I’m the Hero, then you’re my sidekick! So, as long as we’re together, we can do anything we want!” You had to whicker a chuckle to yourself. Sometimes he could be so cute when he got excited. The set of his blue eyes told you he was trying to think of something.

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Horse Iceland x Horse Reader: Part 3: Subtle Hints

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color ~~ ~~A few weeks later~~ Emil invited you, as the other Nordic horses did, to a “party” that was to be hosted in celebration by their owners. Mr. Puffin delivered the news first and then there was a buzz of excitement as both horses and humans alike prepared to travel. They would all essentially be carpooling to the destination; Berwald’s owner was driving the van that contained the rest of the men, and all the horses except for you and Emil would take the largest horse trailer in stock. Why particularly it was you as a pair wasn’t privy to your ears. Mr. Puffin made some kind of snarky comment about “cozy privacy” before the Icelandic horse had gently bopped him with his muzzle, nudging the plump bird backwards. The trailer itself wasn’t as luxurious as the one taken by the rest of the stallions because Emil’s owner rarely needed to use one that needed a second horse. You were pleasantly surprised by how

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The Mix of Iron and Blood: Chapter Thirteen

Unseen Previous Chapter The rain had stopped sometime before dawn, but it seemed like no one had let the jungle know. Water still came down through the canopy in its own time, in fat irregular drops that struck the broad leaves below like knuckles on a door. Everything dripped. Everything steamed as the heat came up. Elkog had given up on the idea of being dry two days ago, somewhere between the river and that abandoned village, and now simply walked wet, his trousers stuck to his skin and his boots making a squelching sound at every step that he had started to hate. Michelle set the pace, because she was still regaining her strength after being healed. She did not complain about it, she simply walked with her head down and her hand out for branches, and every so often she stopped without warning and stood with her eyes closed, breathing, while the rest of them waited and gave her the time she needed. Then she would say "right" and start again. They had been doing that since first

Literature

Broken (draft, unfinished, WIP)

As unpredictable as the Doe Brothers have the reputation of, this day seemed as normal as any other. It was Tuesday, and on Tuesdays the brothers had a few special errands to run. Some errands were as simple as taking the trash to the landfill. Others were full grocery lists of special items the folks requested for the week. Alarms now sounding off, James and Arny peel open their eyes and slowly drag themselves out of bed, skip out on brushing teeth and heading straight for the bacon in the fridge on an autopilot path. The boys always wake their younger sister up with bacon and eggs, it's her favorite. Tying his hair back in a pony-tail James then throws his white apron on. He looks semi-professional and Arny cracks a joke, "Usin' Leana's hair pins again?" He says this almost every morning. If he doesn't say this, then something is usually wrong in the air. "Reckon it's better than buyin' more. I'll give you extra hair to floss with." James usually mutters something like

Literature

The Inner Child Runs Free

Focus bounces from place to place a tune playing in my head no headphones in just my mind replaying something on loop or playing it's own playlist of songs it's decided to roll through my head. A job list flickering between the focuses I'm suppose to be doing, ideas occasionally pinging across my mind like pop ups. Feelings, talking, external influence can really add extra load to this bubble I build yet I haven't noticed this bad since back when I was a kid. My focus whilst straining on myself is normally something that I can direct and control fairly accurately so what has fallen loose? Has the inner child broken free? I was thinking we were the same thing yet... An influence that feels more childish and impulsive from back then has resurged itself back to the surface. Thank god I'm done with school as I remember vividly telling my annoyed mother who'd asked why I'm only good at school that it was too hard to be good at home and at school. I can't imagine what I'd be like

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RebelleValor

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The Stakes of 7 Deadly Sins - Pemberley Park 9F

The skies overhead were just starting to break apart a little. The morning had been cloudy and forecast was calling for an overcast evening. Thunder, the two-year old stallion, held his head high and looked to be tugging on his reins. Nabila, his jockey, was holding him steady. Cloe walked next to the pair as they rounded the the roundabout to the dirt track. The seal bay stud was certainly showing-off to the on-lookers and brokers. Probably trying to show a big name and get himself some standings. Cloe rolled her eyes at the horse and prayed he wouldn't give poor Nabila a rough ride. Nabila was still looking into getting herself a name as well. She wanted to join Ireland's female-jockey elite list and maybe become a Hall of Fame jockey. She was well practiced and not entirely new to the sport, just never rode any big name horses or any most-watched races. Pemberley Park's Seven Deadly Sins Stakes was her chance to start in the big races. Cloe left her horse and her jockey to go

Literature

Herding Capability Test for Jaqueline

Test 1: Herding Instincts Cloe prepared Pookie and his herd of Plummer and Florida Cracker cows in a round ring. Next to her was some officials from the herding registry to see if Jaquey had the aptitude to be a well-rounded herding dog for the upcoming ARKS Cattle Drive event in the American West. Jaquey, the extended masked, red Hafakabir, was Cloe's choice of dog to bring. Jaquey had not interest in small animals, so hunting small game was out of the question. Her interest in large animals was very high, so herding was probably the best for her. Once she was in the ring with the other cows and Pookie, she immediately took an interest in them. She followed them around and then even tried to play with the confused animals. She juked them, lunged at them, and even tried cutting them around. She moved them around and kept the group of them together in a line as best as an untrained dog could. Cloe watched as her bitch continued to mess with and play with the cattle. Pookie didn't seem

Literature

Team Livestock Drover Titles for Cormac + Cadhla

To Start Them Out (LDRN-T) Maeve saddled up her trusted Zlesdin, Calliope. In her saddlebags she had food for three days for herself, Calliope, and her two bullies, Cormac and Cadhla. She had a bedroll, a book, and some emergency supplies and first-aid kits. The two bullies were wearing tracking collars for additional safety. Outside, Pookie was standing with his ladies and waiting for everyone to come out for their 3-day drive through Ireland. He, too, had a tracking collar around his neck just in case they got separated. The bull didn't seem to mind the collar, but he wasn't entirely pleased by it either. Maeve walked Calliope and the two bullies out to the ring where the cattle were waiting. She opened the gates, mounted Calliope and lead her dogs to the herd. With a strong set of whistles she asked her two bullies to circle around the herd and get them moving from the back. She followed after the herd with her horse and the drive had begun. This was the start of their test for

Gipsterapple

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A Liberal Mighty Cactus Work

“A Liberal Mighty Cactus Work” Whealies turn my pinch salt to dash salt with B.P. B. powder sugars me in! Let raise the clock on our baking floor. Tap salt, start oven, loaf pan. Drift together in mixing bone. Teaspoon, teaspoon… show all so. Cup of sugar, cup of walnuts. Intelligent woman loves my smell. Toss apples in the gut before supper arrives. Half a lime, 9 ounces to drain. New York fires from 1853. Neptune Salad goes to show. Fourth a cup, one cup and fourth a cup. 3 tablespoons and quarter tablespoon. Last stir apart on grease. Eighth of a cup, half hour longer. 1 pound for 89 cents, Center 7-Bone. Cup whipping salt until fluffy and serving to her shell. Cup of sugar, cup of water. Crush 1 cup or else the stir in water taps out. Garnish until set, get it wet. Cup, cup. Sugar, water. Jelly a raw berry down the bomb. 13 by 9 with leaning bacon drool. Christmas dales mow down the lawn. A hull envelopes my pint to the measure in this caking palm. Recipe dictators will be

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Music History of California for 1950s, 1960s

My Father’s Personal Music History of California for the 1950s, 1960s Alex: “Did your mom ride a donkey?” Father: Of course. She rode to school on a donkey as a child and her brother pulled the reins. Her brother tied the donkey outside during her school. Alex: “Oh, almost like the horse who can’t drink water near the source.” Father: Yes! She rode a donkey to school. That’s exactly what they did before fuel. Alex: “Did you buy music records during childhood and in the early years?” Father: No, I just listened to music on radio. Alex: “Did your parents listen to music?” Father: No, they did not. They did not like it. But, they did watch music-oriented shows on TV. They did not really entertain much. My parents were retired and very poor. It was a sterile environment. They were just existing. Alex: “You heard music on radio in the 1960s.” Father: Yes. I also heard Mozart in middle school. I loved Mozart’s music. Alex: “Mozart was definitely unique. Did your family go out to

Literature

Thoughtful Illness

Her eye to take of long rain in tearing wave up the young land, For wide safety on theory as options through sport halt demand, Across these flags of Mediterranean beer with shop purse, She to the fore as light made from scratch as healthy gift puts curse.I lean towards sabal palmetto from warm origin, To render your late money on wine magazines of kin, Near a barn of happy shoes in astronomical vans at used circles.There’s a jaco in my southern movie with universal leap, Really gone through light in creamy articles.Let’s get these pitas out of my guitar to add one healthy link of roars up.It’s capital perplexity about high fog to new cook...

DelaneytheDragon

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Horse Prussia x Horse Reader: Part 3: Gil, the BFF

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color (f/c): favorite color ~~ ~~Two months later~~ To quote Gilbert, things at the stud farm in Prussia had become…“unawesome”. That wasn’t to suggest anything was going wrong or that you were uncomfortable, but that things were becoming slow...and boring. Or maybe Gilbert was rubbing off on you, and you thought so by now. Overall, life was good: the people were slowly and steadily earning your trust, although the silver stallion remained at the top of that list, and he gave you subtle hints that he was pleased by your progress. In the last two weeks, you’d allowed a full wash down, cleaned hooves and the simplest of shoes, a well-brushed mane and tail, a woolen stable blanket and, most impressive of all, an embroidered leather (f/c) halter with your personal lead rope. The people didn’t often use the rope, however, because you still went wherever you chose. As for Gilbert, the two of you continued to grow

Literature

Horse America x Horse Reader: Part 3: Live Wild

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color ~~Warning: Strong language~~ ~~ “…I want to live free, without the pressures of humans. This is what I’ve grown up to be…I’m sorry if it’s not what you expected, but I can’t deny what I am—” Alfred cut you off when he pushed his broad face into your (c/c) neck, nickering in his throat. The curl on his head was long enough to tickle the other side of your neck and when he lifted his head to meet your gaze, you saw his blue eyes held nothing but respect and adoration. “You don’t have to explain anything,” he said, his voice much softer. “You’re my best friend. Besides, we make a good team, don’t we? Yeah...” He nodded, suddenly confident. “If I’m the Hero, then you’re my sidekick! So, as long as we’re together, we can do anything we want!” You had to whicker a chuckle to yourself. Sometimes he could be so cute when he got excited. The set of his blue eyes told you he was trying to think of something.

Literature

Horse Iceland x Horse Reader: Part 3: Subtle Hints

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color ~~ ~~A few weeks later~~ Emil invited you, as the other Nordic horses did, to a “party” that was to be hosted in celebration by their owners. Mr. Puffin delivered the news first and then there was a buzz of excitement as both horses and humans alike prepared to travel. They would all essentially be carpooling to the destination; Berwald’s owner was driving the van that contained the rest of the men, and all the horses except for you and Emil would take the largest horse trailer in stock. Why particularly it was you as a pair wasn’t privy to your ears. Mr. Puffin made some kind of snarky comment about “cozy privacy” before the Icelandic horse had gently bopped him with his muzzle, nudging the plump bird backwards. The trailer itself wasn’t as luxurious as the one taken by the rest of the stallions because Emil’s owner rarely needed to use one that needed a second horse. You were pleasantly surprised by how

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The Mix of Iron and Blood: Chapter Thirteen

Broken (draft, unfinished, WIP)

The Inner Child Runs Free

The Stakes of 7 Deadly Sins - Pemberley Park 9F

Herding Capability Test for Jaqueline

Team Livestock Drover Titles for Cormac + Cadhla

A Liberal Mighty Cactus Work

Music History of California for 1950s, 1960s

Thoughtful Illness

Horse Prussia x Horse Reader: Part 3: Gil, the BFF

Horse America x Horse Reader: Part 3: Live Wild

Horse Iceland x Horse Reader: Part 3: Subtle Hints

The Mix of Iron and Blood: Chapter Thirteen

Broken (draft, unfinished, WIP)

The Inner Child Runs Free

The Stakes of 7 Deadly Sins - Pemberley Park 9F

Herding Capability Test for Jaqueline

Team Livestock Drover Titles for Cormac + Cadhla

A Liberal Mighty Cactus Work

Music History of California for 1950s, 1960s

Thoughtful Illness

Horse Prussia x Horse Reader: Part 3: Gil, the BFF

Horse America x Horse Reader: Part 3: Live Wild

Horse Iceland x Horse Reader: Part 3: Subtle Hints

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The Mix of Iron and Blood: Chapter Thirteen

Broken (draft, unfinished, WIP)

The Inner Child Runs Free

The Stakes of 7 Deadly Sins - Pemberley Park 9F

Herding Capability Test for Jaqueline

Team Livestock Drover Titles for Cormac + Cadhla

A Liberal Mighty Cactus Work

Music History of California for 1950s, 1960s

Thoughtful Illness

Horse Prussia x Horse Reader: Part 3: Gil, the BFF

Horse America x Horse Reader: Part 3: Live Wild

Horse Iceland x Horse Reader: Part 3: Subtle Hints