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A Raptor's Rising (TF Request)
Florian sat on his front step, strumming his bass guitar, and dreaming of the hot summer days to come after today, as June 16th was the last day of school. He wore his navy blue capris, his plain blue muscle shirt, and sandals, with Lucian’s medallion from ‘Underworld’ around his neck.
He decided to visit his friends at the school, so Florian stored his bass guitar, and walked down to the schoolyard. Everyone was outside for the end-of-school celebration, as his friends greeted him by the doors.
Florian really enjoyed the last day of school before summer, and soon went home to rest. About two hours later, I returned, only now the schoolyard was completely deserted; everyone having gone away for the summer.
Grinning, he went to play on the play structure, used the swings, and also explored. But Florian was walking toward the field, when he heard running footsteps behind him, then Marc's voice,
“You're dead, Florian!” he shouted.
But before they reached him,
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Jumper (Kangaroo TF)
Florian ran down the road leading away from his school like the devil was on his heels; his heart pounding in my chest like a jackhammer.
“C’mon, Thalmaier!! Are you too scared to face me? Are you chicken like Charlie was?” Marc’s cackle rang in Florian’s ears, as did Marc’s friends’ laughter.
He only ran faster. “I’m done with you and your bastard friends, Marc, just like Charlie was through!!” Florian shouted over his shoulder, picking up speed.
Glancing up at the sky, he noticed it was just past sunset.
Florian only took a split-second glance, then looked ahead again, and put on a burst of speed.
His legs and lungs both burned, as his heart pounded.
The back lane leading to his home was closer now, but then...
Hearing a loud honk, Florian spun just in time to see a silver grill and headlights, but managed to catch a glimpse of the driver, a man clad in black, with long, greasy black hair, almost like Sirius Black from the &
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Gulls (TF Request)
Florian ran down the road leading away from his school like the devil was on his heels; his heart pounding in my chest like a jackhammer.
“C’mon, Thalmaier!! Are you too scared to face me? Are you chicken like Charlie was?” Marc’s cackle rang in Florian’s ears, as did Marc’s friends’ laughter.
He only ran faster. “I’m done with you and your bastard friends, Marc, just like Charlie was through!!” Florian shouted over his shoulder, picking up speed.
Glancing up at the sky, he noticed it was just past sunset, and happened to glimpse the rising stars of the constellation Canis Major, the Big Dogxq, just above the northern horizon.
Florian only took a split-second glance, then looked ahead again, and put on a burst of speed.
His legs and lungs both burned, as his heart pounded.
The back lane leading to his home was closer now, but then...
Hearing a loud honk, Florian spun just in time to see a silver grill and headlights, but manag
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The Cow (TF Request)
Florian had always loved the farm. Ever since he was young, his parents had lived on their ranch, Sunrise Mountain, in the BC interior.
However, his parents, having both passed away not three months prior, meant he’d had to invite his only other living relative, Alberto Santiago, to help him run the farm.
Being his distant relative, Florian didn’t know a lot about his uncle, but quickly found him to be a very kind and easygoing fellow.
Both he and Florian hit it off quite early, and quickly became not just family to one another, but also great friends.
From an early age, he learned all about caring for animals and the farmstead, and had developed a strong love of horses and other farm animals. Florian loved everything about the farm: the work, the wide open countryside, the nature, and many other things.
Sometimes, while sleeping at night, he would dream about the wild expanses of the BC interior where the farm was situated.
...
Opening his eyes, the young man was greeted b
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Scales (TF Request)
Florian ran down the road leading away from his school like the devil was on his heels; his heart pounding in my chest like a jackhammer.
“C’mon, Thalmaier!! Are you too scared to face me? Are you chicken like Charlie was?” Marc’s cackle rang in Florian’s ears, as did Marc’s friends’ laughter.
He only ran faster. “I’m done with you and your bastard friends, Marc, just like Charlie was through!!” Florian shouted over his shoulder, picking up speed.
Glancing up at the sky, he noticed it was just past sunset, and happened to glimpse the rising stars of the constellation Aquila, the Eagle, just above the northern horizon.
Florian only took a split-second glance, then looked ahead again, and put on a burst of speed.
His legs and lungs both burned, as his heart pounded.
The back lane leading to his home was closer now, but then...
Hearing a loud honk, Florian spun just in time to see a silver grill and headlights, but managed to cat
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Dog Days (TF Request)
Florian ran down the road leading away from his school like the devil was on his heels; his heart pounding in my chest like a jackhammer.
“C’mon, Thalmaier!! Are you too scared to face me? Are you chicken like Charlie was?” Marc’s cackle rang in Florian’s ears, as did Marc’s friends’ laughter.
He only ran faster. “I’m done with you and your bastard friends, Marc, just like Charlie was through!!” Florian shouted over his shoulder, picking up speed.
Glancing up at the sky, he noticed it was just past sunset, and happened to glimpse the rising stars of the constellation Canis Major, the Big Dog, just above the northern horizon.
Florian only took a split-second glance, then looked ahead again, and put on a burst of speed.
His legs and lungs both burned, as his heart pounded.
The back lane leading to his home was closer now, but then...
Hearing a loud honk, Florian spun just in time to see a silver grill and headlights, but managed
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Depths (TF Request)
Florian ran down the road leading away from his school like the devil was on his heels; his heart pounding in my chest like a jackhammer.
“C’mon, Thalmaier!! Are you too scared to face me? Are you chicken like Charlie was?” Marc’s cackle rang in Florian’s ears, as did Marc’s friends’ laughter.
He only ran faster. “I’m done with you and your bastard friends, Marc, just like Charlie was through!!” Florian shouted over his shoulder, picking up speed.
Glancing up at the sky, he noticed it was just past sunset, and happened to glimpse the rising stars of the constellation Aquila, the Eagle, just above the northern horizon.
Florian only took a split-second glance, then looked ahead again, and put on a burst of speed.
His legs and lungs both burned, as his heart pounded.
The back lane leading to his home was closer now, but then...
Hearing a loud honk, Florian spun just in time to see a silver grill and headlights, but managed to cat
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The Gorilla (TF Request)
Florian ran down the road leading away from his school like the devil was on his heels; his heart pounding in my chest like a jackhammer.
“C’mon, Thalmaier!! Are you too scared to face me? Are you chicken like Charlie was?” Marc’s cackle rang in Florian’s ears, as did Marc’s friends’ laughter.
He only ran faster. “I’m done with you and your bastard friends, Marc, just like Charlie was through!!” Florian shouted over his shoulder, picking up speed.
Glancing up at the sky, he noticed it was just past sunset, and happened to glimpse the rising stars of the constellation Aquila, the Eagle, just above the northern horizon.
Florian only took a split-second glance, then looked ahead again, and put on a burst of speed.
His legs and lungs both burned, as his heart pounded.
The back lane leading to his home was closer now, but then...
Hearing a loud honk, Florian spun just in time to see a silver grill and headlights, but managed to cat
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The Rise of Rex (TF Request)
Florian sat on his front step, strumming his bass guitar, and dreaming of the hot summer days to come after today, as June 16th was our last day of school. He wore his navy blue capris, a plain blue muscle shirt, and sandals, with Lucian’s medallion from ‘Underworld’ around his neck.
He decided to visit his friends at the school, so Florian stored his bass guitar, and walked down to the schoolyard. Everyone was outside for the end-of-school celebration, as his friends greeted him by the doors.
Florian really enjoyed the last day of school before summer, and soon went home to rest. About two hours later, he returned, only now the schoolyard was completely deserted; everyone having gone away for the summer.
Grinning, he went to play on the play structure, used the swings, and also explored. But Florian was walking toward the field, when he heard running footsteps behind him, then Marc's voice,
“You're dead, Florian!” he shouted.
But before they reached him,
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The Tiger (TF Request)
Florian ran down the road leading away from his school like the devil was on his heels; his heart pounding in my chest like a jackhammer.
“C’mon, Thalmaier!! Are you too scared to face me? Are you chicken like Charlie was?” Marc’s cackle rang in Florian’s ears, as did Marc’s friends’ laughter.
He only ran faster. “I’m done with you and your bastard friends, Marc, just like Charlie was through!!” Florian shouted over his shoulder, picking up speed.
Glancing up at the sky, he noticed it was just past sunset, and happened to glimpse the rising stars of the constellation Aquila, the Eagle, just above the northern horizon.
Florian only took a split-second glance, then looked ahead again, and put on a burst of speed.
His legs and lungs both burned, as his heart pounded.
The back lane leading to his home was closer now, but then...
Hearing a loud honk, Florian spun just in time to see a silver grill and headlights, but managed to cat
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Cow tf tg
Mitch was lying in the field he actually didn’t had time for this he must milk the cows but he thought I have the whole day left so I don’t have to rush. But his uncle was thinking something else about that he walks to him and said you go milk the cows now. Mitch said calm down a bit I have the whole day left. But his uncle said no you don’t have the whole day because the milk machine broke and you have to milk them with the bucket.. And he said fine stands up and walks to the stables when he came there he grabbed a bucket and sat down by the first cow. After a hour he gets thirsty he while he was milking a cow he thought a little nip will not hurt. After the nip he thought maybe one nip more after a few minutes he drunk a whole bucket.
He felt strange and he thought I think this was enough milk for today.
But it wasn’t the milk that he felt he didn’t noticed but he begun to swell a little.
Now his arms and legs also begun to swell but he still didn’
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eine gewisse Aizxana sollte sich bei mir melden aber wenn sie es nicht tun sollte ihre entscheidung
wenn heute eh schon nix tolles los ist in DA warum dann sich ärgern Leute sagt doch einfach wenn ich euch störe mehr ist es doch nicht
suche wen der  mich zeichnen kann wie ich zu einem pokemon werde
Florian hat die Farm schon immer geliebt. Seit er einst mal noch jung war, lebten er und seine Eltern auf ihrer Ranch, Sunrise Mountain, in der BC.

Von einem sehr frühen Alter her, lernte er alles über das Halten dieser Tiere und wie man sie pflegt, dabei liebte er am. Florian liebte diese bezaubernden Kreaturen sehr: ihre wehenden im Wind wirbelnden Mähnen, das scheinen ihres Fells, deren Kraftvolle Muskeln, und das spezielle war aber die Geschwindigkeit.

Manchmal, schlief er in der Nacht eine Weile, er träumte über galoppierende Pferde die Wild durch die Weite Gegend der BC liefen; deren kraftvollen Hufen wie sie Staub aufwirbelten dass spritzende Wasser eines Flusses auf ihrer Reise, genau diese ungezähmte Wilde Art war es wo er genoss.

Doch Florian wusste was ihm am Morgen erwartet

...

Seine Augen öffnend, wurde er durch die Sonne geblendet die zum Fenster rein schien. Als er ein Wiehern der Pferde hörte musste Florian lächeln.

Sprang er aus seinem Bett raus. Florian nahm sich einen der leckeren Blaubeer Muffins seiner Mutter für ein schnelles Frühstück, bevor er rausging wusch sich noch die Haare und zog seine Klamotten an.

Er putzte sich genervt die Zähne, denn er tat es lang, lautes Pferde Gewieher riss ihn sehr schnell aus seinen Schlaf.

Nach dem Nickerchen marschierte er in den Umkleidebereich er zog sich eine Blaue Jeans und Lederstiefel an, an seinem Hals hatte er eine silberne Kette mit dem Kopf eines Pferdes, er war sehr glücklich der Kopf des Pferdes zierte große einfache Diamanten.

Florian’s Lieblingsstück. Seine Eltern arbeiteten draußen am Feld, währenddessen sattelte er sein Lieblingspferd sein Name war Aragorn ein Mustang.

Florian und seine Eltern wussten der Mustang war besonders wild, Aragorn’s Geschichte war etwas seltsam:

Florian’s Vater hatte Aragorn gefunden als er wild über den Hof gerannt kam; es war eine sehr grausame Woche gewesen.

Der Besitzer machte oft sehr unfaire Geschäfte, er betrank sich meistens und machte ziemlich viel Ärger mit anderen Leuten.

So wie in dieser Nacht, Florian’s Vater schaute sich bei der Farm um, als ein verletztes Pferd auf ihn zu kam, der einzige Mustang, ritt mit vollem Karacho auf das Gatter vom Stall zu. Das Wiehern des Pferdes weckte den Besitzer, der aus seinem Bett sprang, mit seiner Waffe in der Hand und rannte nackt nach draußen, Florian’s´Dad schrie  lassen sie das arme Pferd in Ruhe.

Der verrückte Mann schoss.

Aber das würde sich bald wieder ändern. Wann immer Florian’s Vater, ihn sah wie der Tod des vorherigen Pferdes seinen Sohn bedrückte und beschäftigte.

Und der Rest davon ist Vergangenheit würde er sagen

Florian und sein Pferd namens Viggo Mortensen’s ein Charakter von Herr der Ringe war mehr als inspirierend.

And perhaps strangest of all, was that Florian had developed such a bond with Aragorn, that he almost seemed to have ‘tamed’ the horse, in his own way; Aragorn trusted Florian more than anyone else except his parents, knowing his master’s limits, but also his thirst for adventure.

“Mom, Dad! I’m just takin’ Aragorn for a run! I might spend the night out.”

“ ‘Kay, Florian!” his dad yelled back. “Have fun!!”

Grinning, Florian donned his cowboy hat, grabbed his sleeping pad and bag, a flashlight, some snacks, and his compass, swiftly mounted his steed, then kicked in the stirrups, as Aragorn reared with a mighty whinny, and took off like a rocket across the wilderness under the morning sun.

”YEEEEEEEEEEE-HAAAAAAAAA!!!!” Florian, like a true cowboy, let loose as he and his horse thundered across the fields, revelling in their freedom.

Back in the house, his parents burst out laughing. “I always knew Florian had a bit of a wild side!!” his mom said through tears of mirth, as her husband smiled, but said nothing.

Aragorn and Florian stayed out all day and well into the night, but his parents weren’t worried; their son was a remarkably talented cowboy.

Riding nearly three miles into the hills, the duo soon arrived at Florian’s favourite spot: a small, slow-running river bordered by some apple trees.

Here, Florian dismounted Aragorn, tying the rope to one tree, before picking some apples, feeding his horse, and sitting down to munch on a sandwich he’d earlier packed, alongside some water (Aragorn simply drank from the river).

Florian ate an apple, then sat back against the tree and relaxed, playing his harmonica.
Afterward, he and Aragorn explored around the area, as well as went riding, before returning close to sunset, as the young man set up his lean-to, and built a small fire.

Florian admired the dazzling colours of the sunset, before turning his gaze to the stars. There, very faint, yet notable if he looked hard enough, was the small constellation Equuleus, or the “little horse”.

As his vision adjusted, he began to see this small group of stars a little better. He smiled, admiring them and thinking about horses. So lost in thought was he, that Florian failed to notice a thick black pelt of hair swiftly sprouting on his chest, beneath his shirt!!

Nor did he notice Aragorn’s sudden mood shift; his widened eyes and flared nostrils.

He sensed something was happening to his master...something very strange.

A sudden ripping sound jolted Florian out of his stargazing, and glancing down, he nearly screamed.

His entire midsection was covered by a thick equine pelt, and as he watched, stunned, the pelt swiftly yet smoothly advanced to wrap around his side and back, staying the cooler night air!!

”Don’t be afraid, Florian! Soon you and I will be brothers!!” It was a soft baritone voice with a hint of a Danish accent.

Florian winced as he felt the psychic static immediately before and after hearing the strange new voice. But somehow, he suspected...

Whirling to face Aragorn, Florian cried out upon noting the sudden spark of intelligence he saw within them...an intelligence that horses normally do not possess.

“A-aragorn...?!” he stammered, stunned. His horse suddenly smiled

”Don’t worry! I’m right here, pal!”

With that, the horse gently nuzzled his master’s face, which suddenly seemed to swell as it transformed; a whinny of shock escaping Florian’s lips as the change picked up speed. The man fell to all fours as the pelt swiftly spread over his entire body; his hair changing and thickening into a shiny mane, as his legs, arms, hands, feet, ears, and eyes all swiftly changed.

Finally, his teeth and tongue altered as his face gently swelled and flowed smoothly out into an equine muzzle; Florian moaning softly in pleasure at the sensations racing through him, yet the sound came out as a soft whinny instead of a moan!! Florian shook himself and nickered, shaking his head as he felt his mind shift; his human life and worries swiftly faded to be replaced by equine instinct, and the revelations of freedom and happiness with this new form.

Ecstatic, he looked up at his old friend Aragorn, who smiled, stepping back to give the new horse plenty of room to explore.

Overcome, Florian reared up and let loose a whinny of pure joy, feeling the winds rush past him, rippling his new mane. Aragorn laughed, and trotted over to Florian as he dropped, who smiled again, as they shared an affectionate nuzzle and a warm hug.

”See, Florian?” Aragorn said with a smile. ”It’s not so bad after all, is it?”

He smiled. ”Not at all!!” As the horse and former-human-turned-horse regarded one another, an understanding passed between them, and with it came the first measures of a deep bond the two would grow to cherish for many years to come.
And, by whatever strange new magic coursed in his veins, Florian somehow altered his parent’s memories and perceptions, so that they always knew him to be a horse.

After that was done, he turned to his friend, as the two horse nuzzled one another while watching the sky turn red from the coming sunset.

And seeing the endless rolling fields beyond, Florian knew just what he wanted.

Glancing at Aragorn, he smiled. ”Ready to run, buddy?”

Aragorn chuckled, before rearing up, and taking off toward the fence separating the pasture from the fields, and freedom from confinement.

Florian laughed, launching into a breakneck gallop close beside his dearest friend.

With ecstatic whinnies, both horses gracefully scaled the fence simultaneously, and took off side-by-side into the hills cast into ghostly hues by the light of a crescent moon; the stars of Equus gleaming amongst countless others, far above the two stallions, in the night sky.

This, Florian thought, was the best day of his life; one he would never, ever forget as long as he lived!


       The End!
Florian hat die Farm schon immer geliebt. Seit er einst mal noch jung war, lebten er und seine Eltern auf ihrer Ranch, Sunrise Mountain, in der BC.

Von einem sehr frühen Alter her, lernte er alles über das Halten dieser Tiere und wie man sie pflegt, dabei liebte er am. Florian liebte diese bezaubernden Kreaturen sehr: ihre wehenden im Wind wirbelnden Mähnen, das scheinen ihres Fells, deren Kraftvolle Muskeln, und das spezielle war aber die Geschwindigkeit.

Manchmal, schlief er in der Nacht eine Weile, er träumte über galoppierende Pferde die Wild durch die Weite Gegend der BC liefen; deren kraftvollen Hufen wie sie Staub aufwirbelten dass spritzende Wasser eines Flusses auf ihrer Reise, genau diese ungezähmte Wilde Art war es wo er genoss.

Doch Florian wusste was ihm am Morgen erwartet

...

Seine Augen öffnend, wurde er durch die Sonne geblendet die zum Fenster rein schien. Als er ein Wiehern der Pferde hörte musste Florian lächeln.

Sprang er aus seinem Bett raus. Florian nahm sich einen der leckeren Blaubeer Muffins seiner Mutter für ein schnelles Frühstück, bevor er rausging wusch sich noch die Haare und zog seine Klamotten an.

Er putzte sich genervt die Zähne, denn er tat es lang, lautes Pferde Gewieher riss ihn sehr schnell aus seinen Schlaf.

Nach dem Nickerchen marschierte er in den Umkleidebereich er zog sich eine Blaue Jeans und Lederstiefel an, an seinem Hals hatte er eine silberne Kette mit dem Kopf eines Pferdes, er war sehr glücklich der Kopf des Pferdes zierte große einfache Diamanten.

Florian’s Lieblingsstück. Seine Eltern arbeiteten draußen am Feld, währenddessen sattelte er sein Lieblingspferd sein Name war Aragorn ein Mustang.

Florian und seine Eltern wussten der Mustang war besonders wild, Aragorn’s Geschichte war etwas seltsam:

Florian’s Vater hatte Aragorn gefunden als er wild über den Hof gerannt kam; es war eine sehr grausame Woche gewesen.

Der Besitzer machte oft sehr unfaire Geschäfte, er betrank sich meistens und machte ziemlich viel Ärger mit anderen Leuten.

So wie in dieser Nacht, Florian’s Vater schaute sich bei der Farm um, als ein verletztes Pferd auf ihn zu kam, der einzige Mustang, ritt mit vollem Karacho auf das Gatter vom Stall zu. Das Wiehern des Pferdes weckte den Besitzer, der aus seinem Bett sprang, mit seiner Waffe in der Hand und rannte nackt nach draußen, Florian’s´Dad schrie  lassen sie das arme Pferd in Ruhe.

Der verrückte Mann schoss.

Aber das würde sich bald wieder ändern. Wann immer Florian’s Vater, ihn sah wie der Tod des vorherigen Pferdes seinen Sohn bedrückte und beschäftigte.

Und der Rest davon ist Vergangenheit würde er sagen

Florian und sein Pferd namens Viggo Mortensen’s ein Charakter von Herr der Ringe war mehr als inspirierend.

And perhaps strangest of all, was that Florian had developed such a bond with Aragorn, that he almost seemed to have ‘tamed’ the horse, in his own way; Aragorn trusted Florian more than anyone else except his parents, knowing his master’s limits, but also his thirst for adventure.

“Mom, Dad! I’m just takin’ Aragorn for a run! I might spend the night out.”

“ ‘Kay, Florian!” his dad yelled back. “Have fun!!”

Grinning, Florian donned his cowboy hat, grabbed his sleeping pad and bag, a flashlight, some snacks, and his compass, swiftly mounted his steed, then kicked in the stirrups, as Aragorn reared with a mighty whinny, and took off like a rocket across the wilderness under the morning sun.

”YEEEEEEEEEEE-HAAAAAAAAA!!!!” Florian, like a true cowboy, let loose as he and his horse thundered across the fields, revelling in their freedom.

Back in the house, his parents burst out laughing. “I always knew Florian had a bit of a wild side!!” his mom said through tears of mirth, as her husband smiled, but said nothing.

Aragorn and Florian stayed out all day and well into the night, but his parents weren’t worried; their son was a remarkably talented cowboy.

Riding nearly three miles into the hills, the duo soon arrived at Florian’s favourite spot: a small, slow-running river bordered by some apple trees.

Here, Florian dismounted Aragorn, tying the rope to one tree, before picking some apples, feeding his horse, and sitting down to munch on a sandwich he’d earlier packed, alongside some water (Aragorn simply drank from the river).

Florian ate an apple, then sat back against the tree and relaxed, playing his harmonica.
Afterward, he and Aragorn explored around the area, as well as went riding, before returning close to sunset, as the young man set up his lean-to, and built a small fire.

Florian admired the dazzling colours of the sunset, before turning his gaze to the stars. There, very faint, yet notable if he looked hard enough, was the small constellation Equuleus, or the “little horse”.

As his vision adjusted, he began to see this small group of stars a little better. He smiled, admiring them and thinking about horses. So lost in thought was he, that Florian failed to notice a thick black pelt of hair swiftly sprouting on his chest, beneath his shirt!!

Nor did he notice Aragorn’s sudden mood shift; his widened eyes and flared nostrils.

He sensed something was happening to his master...something very strange.

A sudden ripping sound jolted Florian out of his stargazing, and glancing down, he nearly screamed.

His entire midsection was covered by a thick equine pelt, and as he watched, stunned, the pelt swiftly yet smoothly advanced to wrap around his side and back, staying the cooler night air!!

”Don’t be afraid, Florian! Soon you and I will be brothers!!” It was a soft baritone voice with a hint of a Danish accent.

Florian winced as he felt the psychic static immediately before and after hearing the strange new voice. But somehow, he suspected...

Whirling to face Aragorn, Florian cried out upon noting the sudden spark of intelligence he saw within them...an intelligence that horses normally do not possess.

“A-aragorn...?!” he stammered, stunned. His horse suddenly smiled

”Don’t worry! I’m right here, pal!”

With that, the horse gently nuzzled his master’s face, which suddenly seemed to swell as it transformed; a whinny of shock escaping Florian’s lips as the change picked up speed. The man fell to all fours as the pelt swiftly spread over his entire body; his hair changing and thickening into a shiny mane, as his legs, arms, hands, feet, ears, and eyes all swiftly changed.

Finally, his teeth and tongue altered as his face gently swelled and flowed smoothly out into an equine muzzle; Florian moaning softly in pleasure at the sensations racing through him, yet the sound came out as a soft whinny instead of a moan!! Florian shook himself and nickered, shaking his head as he felt his mind shift; his human life and worries swiftly faded to be replaced by equine instinct, and the revelations of freedom and happiness with this new form.

Ecstatic, he looked up at his old friend Aragorn, who smiled, stepping back to give the new horse plenty of room to explore.

Overcome, Florian reared up and let loose a whinny of pure joy, feeling the winds rush past him, rippling his new mane. Aragorn laughed, and trotted over to Florian as he dropped, who smiled again, as they shared an affectionate nuzzle and a warm hug.

”See, Florian?” Aragorn said with a smile. ”It’s not so bad after all, is it?”

He smiled. ”Not at all!!” As the horse and former-human-turned-horse regarded one another, an understanding passed between them, and with it came the first measures of a deep bond the two would grow to cherish for many years to come.
And, by whatever strange new magic coursed in his veins, Florian somehow altered his parent’s memories and perceptions, so that they always knew him to be a horse.

After that was done, he turned to his friend, as the two horse nuzzled one another while watching the sky turn red from the coming sunset.

And seeing the endless rolling fields beyond, Florian knew just what he wanted.

Glancing at Aragorn, he smiled. ”Ready to run, buddy?”

Aragorn chuckled, before rearing up, and taking off toward the fence separating the pasture from the fields, and freedom from confinement.

Florian laughed, launching into a breakneck gallop close beside his dearest friend.

With ecstatic whinnies, both horses gracefully scaled the fence simultaneously, and took off side-by-side into the hills cast into ghostly hues by the light of a crescent moon; the stars of Equus gleaming amongst countless others, far above the two stallions, in the night sky.

This, Florian thought, was the best day of his life; one he would never, ever forget as long as he lived!


       The End!

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AmericanBlackSerpent Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
THE DRAGON OF THE USA THANKS YOU FOR THE WATCH!!! :D
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Drake2345 Featured By Owner 4 days ago  New Deviant
Yes
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joris50066 Featured By Owner 5 days ago  Student Artist
mein skype name= Joris50066
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Drake2345 Featured By Owner 5 days ago  New Deviant
Hat geklappt
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SheltieWolf Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Guten tag!
Danke für den watch! 
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Drake2345 Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2017  New Deviant
gern geschehen ne frage
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WereKatt Featured By Owner Mar 19, 2017
Thanks for the watch :)
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joris50066 Featured By Owner Mar 17, 2017  Student Artist
danke...

...ok was soll ich für dich machen?
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Drake2345 Featured By Owner 6 days ago  New Deviant
ne Idee was mit ihr hier nicht stimmt mit Rex-equinox
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