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Right, so made some hybrid art LOL, part digital part traditional, after getting advices from various people Man, this was more fun than expected. Time to rank Skjåk!

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Word count: 952
Horse: X4138 Skjaak

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The days were shorter in the mountains by now, and the mountain breeze that had used to caress them so mildly, had gone colder and less friendly. The air was crisp and the daylight sharp, August had arrived and with it came the first hint of autumn. It had been an eventful year so far, the stallion looked over his massive shoulder, gazing at his girl, sitting in the grass eating her afternoon treat. They did not need words to communicate, but occasionally, Skjåk had the feeling he understood more than what his girl believed he did. He exhaled, a loud, relaxed snort, as he turned his head back to the mountains in the distance. It had all started so well for his girl, until the incident a few months ago, leading to their current nomad situation. Rumors spread fast, and by now, no one wanted to risk taking them in, not even for the night, far less let them stay. Skjåk knew it had been an accident, but circumstances had made it look uglier than what it really was. The locals were afraid of his girl’s gift and when they spoke of her, it was always ‘the girl whose talents exceeded her ability to control it’. It wasn’t fair, she was only partly to blame, but what could he do except standing by her side?

During their months of travel through the Norwegian mountains, they had seen villages shut their doors and windows upon their arrival, they had seen mothers hurry their children inside. It was like they were outcasts, ruthless bandits who’d scared people away like Pesta* herself. Despite the cold shoulder from the many locals, Skjåk did enjoy their many adventures, sleeping under the stars, seeing all of the new places they would not have done if they were to find a permanent home. Upon the latest months, he even believed his girl had settled with the nomadic life, and wondered if she would even be able to stay for a longer time at one place anymore. Something in her eyes shone brighter than the sun when they discovered a natural pearl in the midst of nowhere, hidden behind thick bushes and dense pine forest. Would it be worth it to trade those experiences away for a meal you didn’t need to hunt yourself and a warm bed isolated from the wilderness outside?

Skjåk’s thoughts drifted away as he continued to guard his two-legged angel. He knew after autumn came the harsh months of winter. They would need to figure something out before the first snow fell. After that, living outdoors would be close to impossible without at least roof above their heads and shelter from the cold winds and unmerciful weather. They still had some weeks left to figure it all out. There was an old phrase for this, -everything solves itself for good girls. His girl was, in his mind, an incredibly good girl, why would her troubles not get solved?

Somewhere nearby, something made parts of the tall grass move differently than the rest. Skjåk instinctively raised his head, smelling the air for any unfamiliar smells, but he could not make out anything suspicious. Yet he had the feeling they were being watched by someone. He slowly made step forward, his ears and eyes fixated at the spot in the grass where he believed something had moved. He heard his girl call his name, and looked at her an instant, but the moment he looked back to where the grass had been moving so oddly, everything seemed fine again. With a mixed feeling he stepped back and threw one last glance at the surroundings, before he joined up with his girl.

Maybe he was just tired and paranoid, but he couldn’t shake off the feeling they were being watched. They would have to be careful as they travelled further, because they had already encountered bandits before, once when his girl was asleep even. It was not like Skjåk could not deal with them single-hoofedly, but he preferred to stay away from those pesky lowlifes. His girl had close to nothing they would be interested in, and since they were already the desperate kind of men, it made them highly unpredictable. As soon as the sun set, Skjåk would not leave his girl’s side for even a second. He could not risk it, if they got separated, it would become difficult, if not impossible for him to help her. He knew she was not a fragile little princess, she had a gift that could literally blow anyone away, but Skjåk didn’t want her to get any worse reputation than what she already had. He needed to keep her away from trouble, take any hit for her so she could maybe get a normal life again, with friends who treasured her, and saw values in her flaws, just like he did.

Almost as if the girl was reading his mind, she stroke his side, mumbling some comforting words. She always made sure to tell him how much she loved him, and he repaid her heartwarming confessions by gently blowing air against her neck. Sometimes she’d laugh, other times, she’d kiss his muzzle. Today, she gave him a scratch on that very itchy spot behind his ear. It was enough for him to pull a face of satisfaction, and she laughed a silent little laughter. For the time being, their follower was forgotten, but as soon as they entered the forest, Skjåk insisted his girl to get up on his back. Something told him not only would they be able to travel faster, but she would be safer that way, just in case something still hid in the bushes.

(c) art and character belong to me, cyprussian 2016. No stealy.

Description

Right, so made some hybrid art LOL, part digital part traditional, after getting advices from various people Man, this was more fun than expected. Time to rank Skjåk!

_________________________________

Word count: 952
Horse: X4138 Skjaak

_________________________________

The days were shorter in the mountains by now, and the mountain breeze that had used to caress them so mildly, had gone colder and less friendly. The air was crisp and the daylight sharp, August had arrived and with it came the first hint of autumn. It had been an eventful year so far, the stallion looked over his massive shoulder, gazing at his girl, sitting in the grass eating her afternoon treat. They did not need words to communicate, but occasionally, Skjåk had the feeling he understood more than what his girl believed he did. He exhaled, a loud, relaxed snort, as he turned his head back to the mountains in the distance. It had all started so well for his girl, until the incident a few months ago, leading to their current nomad situation. Rumors spread fast, and by now, no one wanted to risk taking them in, not even for the night, far less let them stay. Skjåk knew it had been an accident, but circumstances had made it look uglier than what it really was. The locals were afraid of his girl’s gift and when they spoke of her, it was always ‘the girl whose talents exceeded her ability to control it’. It wasn’t fair, she was only partly to blame, but what could he do except standing by her side?

During their months of travel through the Norwegian mountains, they had seen villages shut their doors and windows upon their arrival, they had seen mothers hurry their children inside. It was like they were outcasts, ruthless bandits who’d scared people away like Pesta* herself. Despite the cold shoulder from the many locals, Skjåk did enjoy their many adventures, sleeping under the stars, seeing all of the new places they would not have done if they were to find a permanent home. Upon the latest months, he even believed his girl had settled with the nomadic life, and wondered if she would even be able to stay for a longer time at one place anymore. Something in her eyes shone brighter than the sun when they discovered a natural pearl in the midst of nowhere, hidden behind thick bushes and dense pine forest. Would it be worth it to trade those experiences away for a meal you didn’t need to hunt yourself and a warm bed isolated from the wilderness outside?

Skjåk’s thoughts drifted away as he continued to guard his two-legged angel. He knew after autumn came the harsh months of winter. They would need to figure something out before the first snow fell. After that, living outdoors would be close to impossible without at least roof above their heads and shelter from the cold winds and unmerciful weather. They still had some weeks left to figure it all out. There was an old phrase for this, -everything solves itself for good girls. His girl was, in his mind, an incredibly good girl, why would her troubles not get solved?

Somewhere nearby, something made parts of the tall grass move differently than the rest. Skjåk instinctively raised his head, smelling the air for any unfamiliar smells, but he could not make out anything suspicious. Yet he had the feeling they were being watched by someone. He slowly made step forward, his ears and eyes fixated at the spot in the grass where he believed something had moved. He heard his girl call his name, and looked at her an instant, but the moment he looked back to where the grass had been moving so oddly, everything seemed fine again. With a mixed feeling he stepped back and threw one last glance at the surroundings, before he joined up with his girl.

Maybe he was just tired and paranoid, but he couldn’t shake off the feeling they were being watched. They would have to be careful as they travelled further, because they had already encountered bandits before, once when his girl was asleep even. It was not like Skjåk could not deal with them single-hoofedly, but he preferred to stay away from those pesky lowlifes. His girl had close to nothing they would be interested in, and since they were already the desperate kind of men, it made them highly unpredictable. As soon as the sun set, Skjåk would not leave his girl’s side for even a second. He could not risk it, if they got separated, it would become difficult, if not impossible for him to help her. He knew she was not a fragile little princess, she had a gift that could literally blow anyone away, but Skjåk didn’t want her to get any worse reputation than what she already had. He needed to keep her away from trouble, take any hit for her so she could maybe get a normal life again, with friends who treasured her, and saw values in her flaws, just like he did.

Almost as if the girl was reading his mind, she stroke his side, mumbling some comforting words. She always made sure to tell him how much she loved him, and he repaid her heartwarming confessions by gently blowing air against her neck. Sometimes she’d laugh, other times, she’d kiss his muzzle. Today, she gave him a scratch on that very itchy spot behind his ear. It was enough for him to pull a face of satisfaction, and she laughed a silent little laughter. For the time being, their follower was forgotten, but as soon as they entered the forest, Skjåk insisted his girl to get up on his back. Something told him not only would they be able to travel faster, but she would be safer that way, just in case something still hid in the bushes.

(c) art and character belong to me, cyprussian 2016. No stealy.