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...around the bend!

Harlan snorted, bending down and snapping at the green uncomfortable cloth they'd insisted on wrapping around his legs. And those awful blue rubber stuff they'd dragged over his hooves were no better.
He moved restlessly from foot to foot. A slight tug on his reins reminded him of that his 'rider' was still standing beside him. Another snort and the harlequin stallion chose to ignore him, a demonstration as good as any of his discomfort of the otherwise friendly horse.
"There now boy..." Sam gave him an affectionate pat. "no fretting...you'll be fine."
He looked over his shoulder at where the horse's owner was leaning against the back of a chair.
"Don't think these things agree with him really"
"Of course not
" Mae huffed at the very thought. "He's a proper Working horse...no fiddly stuff."
"You're just annoyed because you can't compete...
" Sam tried to avoid smiling - knowing that the accident was a serious sore spot with his new boss.
"You bet I am!! Stupid stairs! Anyway...you better get going, youre starting soon"
He nodded, gathered up the reins and started to lead his mount away...before stopping.
"Are you sure you'll be alright?"
"Of course I will! Do I look like I'm helpless...?"

Deciding that a quick retreat was a good strategic option, Sam chose to withdraw before saying something he'd probably get into trouble for. He was certain that getting fired for being rude to your boss before you'd techniqually even started your new job was a bad idea.
Behind him, the owner of Darklight Stables quietly fumed - trying very hard not to think of the itching...the itching under the plaster cast on her right leg which was driving her mad.
Whatever else...she was sure Harlan would make a good showing of himself - if he didn't get distracted by his own bandages - something she could seriously sympathise with. As it was, she hoppled over to the arena to watch the two riders before him in the barell race...


Competing in :icondark-fantasy-farms:s 31 August competition

Horse's name: Harlan Illusion
Owner: Mae
Rider: Seranthiem (Sam for short)
Age: 6
Breed: Harlequin
Gender: Stallion
Stable: Darklight Stables
Entry: [link]
Link to main ref: [link]

Darklight Stables: [link]

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Challenge: 98 PUzzle

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This look really awesome :D

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I have learning disabilities.

<Hork-Bajir, come on out,> I said firmly. Slowly the big creature crawled out. He stood erect, blinking in the dim evening light.

"Not Hork-Bajir," he said. "Jara Hamee. My name. Jara Hamee."
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:aww: thankies. Harlan was going a bit slower than usual (still getting used to having a different rider I guess) but the dust was still a pain to...well..paint :D

and :thanks: for the :+fav: too :boogie:

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Gabriel: I'm a sensitive snake.
Dr Eliza JS: Do you believe it's OK to be a sensitive snake?
Gabriel: Why, yes I rather do. Would you prefer if I was homicidal megalomaniac like my first children?
:iconpurpleshadowbooster:
Your welcome. Cool. I need to go to your stable again :P I just need to update my stable :XD:

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I have learning disabilities.

<Hork-Bajir, come on out,> I said firmly. Slowly the big creature crawled out. He stood erect, blinking in the dim evening light.

"Not Hork-Bajir," he said. "Jara Hamee. My name. Jara Hamee."
:iconmaeix2:
*chuckles* updates are a pain...they always takes so much time :fear:

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Gabriel: I'm a sensitive snake.
Dr Eliza JS: Do you believe it's OK to be a sensitive snake?
Gabriel: Why, yes I rather do. Would you prefer if I was homicidal megalomaniac like my first children?
:iconpurpleshadowbooster:
When you got so many horses :lol:

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I have learning disabilities.

<Hork-Bajir, come on out,> I said firmly. Slowly the big creature crawled out. He stood erect, blinking in the dim evening light.

"Not Hork-Bajir," he said. "Jara Hamee. My name. Jara Hamee."
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Nice!

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"Hey Dan! Mom-"
"Hello?"
"Dan? I said Mom-"
"What?"
"Dan?"
"You're breaking up."
*Shouting* "Dan! Can you hear me now?"
"Hello?"
"Daniel! Mom said to-"
"This is my voicemail. Leave a message." *beep*
"...I hate you." *click*

Me vs my bro's voicemail.
:iconmaeix2:
Aye

--
Gabriel: I'm a sensitive snake.
Dr Eliza JS: Do you believe it's OK to be a sensitive snake?
Gabriel: Why, yes I rather do. Would you prefer if I was homicidal megalomaniac like my first children?
:iconmaeix2:
:boogie: thankies...

dust...it's terrible to paint - even worse than water :fear:

--
Gabriel: I'm a sensitive snake.
Dr Eliza JS: Do you believe it's OK to be a sensitive snake?
Gabriel: Why, yes I rather do. Would you prefer if I was homicidal megalomaniac like my first children?
:iconhonor-to-serve:
I believe it :faint:

--
"Hey Dan! Mom-"
"Hello?"
"Dan? I said Mom-"
"What?"
"Dan?"
"You're breaking up."
*Shouting* "Dan! Can you hear me now?"
"Hello?"
"Daniel! Mom said to-"
"This is my voicemail. Leave a message." *beep*
"...I hate you." *click*

Me vs my bro's voicemail.

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