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Because one can't just let a good horse die without more of a story.

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    Warm Imperium remembered this feeling well. It was sunny out. Beautiful actually, and the warmth stirred Imperium’s oldest memories. This feeling reminded him of his mother. He remembered her well, and in the days leading up till now he’d been thinking of her more. She was a big spotted bay mare, and Imperium was her last foal. She’d delivered five before him, so she was well versed in how to raise a foal. She’d had him the same year old Mr. West passed, and the farm had been given to his daughter, Sage. That year was the same year the the stallion’s favorite human, Jess, was born.

    Why was she crying? His muddied thoughts sloshed back into the present long enough to notice the sniffling creature beside him. I’m sorry. I must’ve stepped on your foot again. I have such big hooves… His thoughts were pulled back into another memory. The two had always been the same age, but Imperium grew faster than the human child. His mother told him to be gentle to the little girl, so he always tried to honor his mother’s wishes. When Jess was a small child, the two would play together. He tried to stay gentle like his mother told him to, but his legs were still clumsy as a three year old. He hadn’t finished filling into his massive frame yet, so he didn’t always realize just how big he was. His large hooves would often step on the little human’s toes. Her big green eyes would quickly fill with tears, so imperium would calm her down be nuzzling her brown haired head. It always had worked, so Imperium did it again like he’d always done.

                    Please laugh. He silently begged. He hated to see his girl so torn up. Weakened be hunger and sickness, his body finally went down. Jess started crying again, and Imperium tried to remember her laugh. Thoughts surfaced, but one stuck out. The memory where Jess and he had first galloped over and open meadow, and her laugh rang out filled with freedom and joy. She was eight at the time, and always looking for a challenge. Imperium was eight and tried to tell her she was crazy, but she put her little English saddle on him anyways before hopping off her stool as she only came up to his chest. He lowered his head for her and took the bit without argument. They went out the open field that in a few years would become the cross country course. The spotted draft thought they would go to the arena in front of the stable like usual, but the crazy child had other ideas. Jess climbed onto the nearest fence post and ungracefully mounted the tall stallion. The first thing she did was try and kick him into a gallop. He though he’d misunderstood her, so he started walking. When she kept kicking, Imperium got message and picked up a trot which quickly turned into a canter, and from there he broke out into full gallop. The reins went lax as Jess stretched out her arms to pretend like she was flying. When he felt Jess’s balance shift, he slowed down, but she fell anyways. Her arm broke, but as soon as it healed, she tried again and again until she stopped coming off.

    You never were a graceful person, were you? He mused as Jess gently stroked his head. When he’d gone down, she sat next to him and gathered as much of him and she could onto her lap. Imperium wasn’t stupid though the drugs had clouded his mind. He’d known exactly what was happening when Jess led him into the big pasture. He’d focused solely on Jess instead of the intrusive scent of freshly unearthed ground around him. The second he fell he knew the fight was over. He’d been fighting for days. 18 was too young in Imperium’s mind. His mother had lived to be 30, and he should have too.

    Well, we put up a good fight. Jess stroked his chilled ears, and he tried nuzzling her leg with his cold black muzzle. His conscious was fading as he thought about the warm summer afternoon when his mother told him to be gentle. He’d always been. Then blackness swallowed what was left of the stallion’s fragmented conscious, and he finally let go to the peace and love he felt warming his cold body.

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Because one can't just let a good horse die without more of a story.

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    Warm Imperium remembered this feeling well. It was sunny out. Beautiful actually, and the warmth stirred Imperium’s oldest memories. This feeling reminded him of his mother. He remembered her well, and in the days leading up till now he’d been thinking of her more. She was a big spotted bay mare, and Imperium was her last foal. She’d delivered five before him, so she was well versed in how to raise a foal. She’d had him the same year old Mr. West passed, and the farm had been given to his daughter, Sage. That year was the same year the the stallion’s favorite human, Jess, was born.

    Why was she crying? His muddied thoughts sloshed back into the present long enough to notice the sniffling creature beside him. I’m sorry. I must’ve stepped on your foot again. I have such big hooves… His thoughts were pulled back into another memory. The two had always been the same age, but Imperium grew faster than the human child. His mother told him to be gentle to the little girl, so he always tried to honor his mother’s wishes. When Jess was a small child, the two would play together. He tried to stay gentle like his mother told him to, but his legs were still clumsy as a three year old. He hadn’t finished filling into his massive frame yet, so he didn’t always realize just how big he was. His large hooves would often step on the little human’s toes. Her big green eyes would quickly fill with tears, so imperium would calm her down be nuzzling her brown haired head. It always had worked, so Imperium did it again like he’d always done.

                    Please laugh. He silently begged. He hated to see his girl so torn up. Weakened be hunger and sickness, his body finally went down. Jess started crying again, and Imperium tried to remember her laugh. Thoughts surfaced, but one stuck out. The memory where Jess and he had first galloped over and open meadow, and her laugh rang out filled with freedom and joy. She was eight at the time, and always looking for a challenge. Imperium was eight and tried to tell her she was crazy, but she put her little English saddle on him anyways before hopping off her stool as she only came up to his chest. He lowered his head for her and took the bit without argument. They went out the open field that in a few years would become the cross country course. The spotted draft thought they would go to the arena in front of the stable like usual, but the crazy child had other ideas. Jess climbed onto the nearest fence post and ungracefully mounted the tall stallion. The first thing she did was try and kick him into a gallop. He though he’d misunderstood her, so he started walking. When she kept kicking, Imperium got message and picked up a trot which quickly turned into a canter, and from there he broke out into full gallop. The reins went lax as Jess stretched out her arms to pretend like she was flying. When he felt Jess’s balance shift, he slowed down, but she fell anyways. Her arm broke, but as soon as it healed, she tried again and again until she stopped coming off.

    You never were a graceful person, were you? He mused as Jess gently stroked his head. When he’d gone down, she sat next to him and gathered as much of him and she could onto her lap. Imperium wasn’t stupid though the drugs had clouded his mind. He’d known exactly what was happening when Jess led him into the big pasture. He’d focused solely on Jess instead of the intrusive scent of freshly unearthed ground around him. The second he fell he knew the fight was over. He’d been fighting for days. 18 was too young in Imperium’s mind. His mother had lived to be 30, and he should have too.

    Well, we put up a good fight. Jess stroked his chilled ears, and he tried nuzzling her leg with his cold black muzzle. His conscious was fading as he thought about the warm summer afternoon when his mother told him to be gentle. He’d always been. Then blackness swallowed what was left of the stallion’s fragmented conscious, and he finally let go to the peace and love he felt warming his cold body.