Bring Your Own Lightning

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A few weeks after: Stupid Boy

     A proud whinny rose above the throngs of Sengoku horses parading around the grounds for the training show. He pawed at the ground, swishing his silky tail, lifting it high and mighty. His ears trembled, awaiting the call of a mare to respond to his needs. They must not have heard him! He snorted and geared up to try a little harder and louder! He couldn't let the ladies miss out on such a charming stallion in the vicinity!
     Tequila yanked on the reins and gave him a sharp smack on the nose, "Would you can it, already?" She huffed at him as he flung his head into the air and stumbled back a few steps. He looked at her in shock that she would silence his calls. Normally, she would just ignore his behavior and let the stud do as he pleased. He lowered his head along with his tail, shuffling his feet away from her. 
     Tequila stood stoic with her hands on her hips, shaming him like a mother would shame a child for screaming in the car. But seeing the excitable stallion pout made her lose her rigidity. She sighed, dropping her arms down and walking over to him to settle him. She rubbed his forehead gently, letting him know she wasn't going to bop him on the nose again. She frowned, wrapping her arms around his jaw and leaning over his head, resting her cheek on the top of his neck. 
     Crappie wasn't sure about the face hug at first, but he wasn't sensing any danger to be had from the woman slouched over his head. He exhaled quietly and cocked a hind leg. It was like something somber in the air. He wasn't sure what, but the human seemed less energetic than usual. Like a sick herd-mate that needed the last bit of shade under the only tree in the paddock. 
     "Sorry, sweet baby, mama doesn't feel so good today," she muttered to him, closing her eyes. She had been feeling like trash the last couple of days. It came and went. Just when she thought she had herself in order, the sickness would rear its head back up again. The question wasn't: what illness could this be. No, she knew this feeling well. 
     The real question was: how long would this baby hang around in her before she miscarried it too?
     She rubbed her hands through Crappie's silky black hair, twirling it around her finger. It reminded her of Jarin's dark hair. He was such a cutie. She wondered what that sweet little boy would be like as a father. What an odd and delightful concept. She bet he would be the most adorable playmate, child and daddy giggling in the other room while she cooked dinner for them. Their child could grow up riding that little pony she had impulsively bought just to have Jarin's attention. (Hank is Love, Hank is Life | Throwing down the gauntlet ) It made her smile sadly even though she felt sick to her stomach. 
     If only...
     Maybe Santos. He was cute too. Friendly. She wondered if he'd drop everything to be a father. He had an awfully nice stable job working at Pemberley. Pemberley...Darcy. The man with all the power behind Pemberley. And a man with power beyond running a stable. It gave her chills and warmed her core just thinking about him. Those dark eyes, whispering Latin or French or whatever it was in her ear, dressing her up like a doll, only to undress her later. She sighed happily, hugging Crappie's neck. 
     The happiness wasn't long-lived. She heard the order of numbers called for the barrel racing event. Dreaming of all of the possible daddies she could want or have wasn't going to change the inevitable. She couldn't even call it a pregnancy "scare". She wasn't scared of any child. She didn't have to be. She'd lose this one in due time as well, just as she always had in the past.
     She swung the reins back over Crappie's neck and backed off him, looking him over. She grinned, "Well, aren't you just a cute lil' thang!"
     Crappie's ears perked up at her, feeling the mood lighten a little. He nickered and swished his tail a little. Was it go time!? It was go time! His tail hiked into the air as the little lady stepped up into the saddle. He neighed proudly and lifted his head, prancing on the spot. He was going to run so hard! He was so excited! He gave a little half rear, so eager to go! 
     Tequila looked to the arena, letting the stud jig underneath her. She liked her horses spirited. It fueled her own adrenaline, looking to the barrels. This sport was a lot like life in the fact that everything could change in the matter of a handful of seconds. And she was going to make the most out of second she got in that arena and outside of it too. Why brave the storm, when she could bring the lightning herself!

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UHM, Crappie is hella cute in his lil' fish tack set okay ;w; He's named after a fish xD He NEEDS fish tack. And thus spawned the cutest breast callor ever lololol 
SO, a little deeper into the life of Tequila~ She's not a heavily used character of mine! But as they all do, they start to grow and develop into these complex little precious babes. Tequila, she lives carelessly and free of burdens. She just does what she wants because she wants to. Sometimes, she faces the consequences of her actions rather harshly but instead of making changes to her lifestyle, she accepts these consequences as a matter of reality. It just is what it is. 
It comes as no surprise and she doesn't even pity herself at this point. 
Naked Sketch:

Lol this one turned out a mess xD Nice sketch! And then...
I had started on the background, realized it was RNG and went LOL NVM, digi-liiiife~ xD
AND THEN
I decided to completely change the lighting...LOL. Don't do this. It's wrong.
Excuse my laziness.

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Tequila/Crappie/Jarin © Drasayer
Santos/Darcy © decors 
No specific refs used.


Pencil/Photoshop CS6