legendary horses

A Horse to Water

“Who’s in that stall?” Lance asked.

Allura curled her perfectly refined nose. “That’s Keith’s stall.”

“Someone named their horse ‘Keith?’” Which was fine, if not a little drab.

“No, Keith, the stable hand. That’s where he keeps his horse,” she explained through a laugh. “But, uh, he’s kind of nasty sometimes, so you’ll probably want to stay clear of him. Likes to bite.”

“Keith or the horse?”

She laughed again. “Both?”

In which Lance moves to the country and meets a hot-headed cowboy intent on being as difficult as possible. Despite his efforts, however, Keith merely inspires Lance to wonder at the pros of saving a horse and riding a cowboy.


Chapter 1

No, Lance was not happy. But, like so many other things, that wasn’t something he dared voice out loud. After all, it wasn’t his father’s fault the company had gone under and he’d lost his job, or that he’d been in a field so specialized that he’d had trouble finding another. Or that, even when he had, it hadn’t made enough to support the family.

Lance knew his parents had done everything they could. His mother had even worked three jobs, but in the end, it hadn’t been enough. Not in Chicago and not in this economy. Which meant they could either continue selling their possessions and downsizing—much to the distress of everyone involved—or they could pack what they had and move.

Move to Texas—to the family ranch that was far, far, far away from civilization.

Lance knew this to be fact because he’d been to the ranch a few times. Though his father’s original job had been enough to keep their family stable, it hadn’t always allowed for extra luxuries like trips or bonus school clothes. Which meant that what few trips Lance had made to Texas were from his youth, before he’d had four younger siblings to drain the family funds.

But even if it’d been near ten years since he’d been to Texas, he could still remember the wide openness of nothing when he’d looked out the windows, and the long, one-hour drive into town. Not that he had to rely on his memories—they’d already crossed into Texas ranch country.

Because of Azul, he and his father had taken the slower route, which meant it’d taken them nearly five days, whereas his mother and siblings had gotten through in two. But Lance was thankful for the extra care on his father’s part. For a while, he’d been afraid he’d lose Azul entirely. That she, like so many other things, would be sold off as something considered unnecessary.

A luxury.

Lance didn’t consider her a luxury. He considered her his best friend.

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A Horse to Water

“Who’s in that stall?” Lance asked.

Allura curled her perfectly refined nose. “That’s Keith’s stall.”

“Someone named their horse ‘Keith?’” Which was fine, if not a little drab.

“No, Keith, the stable hand. That’s where he keeps his horse,” she explained through a laugh. “But, uh, he’s kind of nasty sometimes, so you’ll probably want to stay clear of him. Likes to bite.”

“Keith or the horse?”

She laughed again. “Both?”

In which Lance moves to the country and meets a hot-headed cowboy intent on being as difficult as possible. Despite his efforts, however, Keith merely inspires Lance to wonder at the pros of saving a horse and riding a cowboy.


Chapter 2: Assumptions Make Asses of Everyone

The walk back to the stable had done nothing to cool Lance down. Though it’d taken him nearly half an hour to find himself walking back through the barn doors, he was still fuming.

Who even was that Keith guy to treat him that way? They didn’t even know each other, yet he’d acted like Lance was some cavalier, stupid rich McClain without a care for anything around him. Lance wasn’t sure what was more insulting—the assumption that he’d ever treat his horse poorly or that doing so clearly aligned with what was expected of the McClains.

When he saw that Keith guy again, he’d give him a piece of… A piece of something!

“You’re back!” Allura said as he walked in, Azul’s hooves clopping beside him. Allura jumped up from the tack box she’d been sitting on a moment later, eyebrows furrowed in concern as she came to meet them. “Keith told me what happened.”

“Oh I bet he did!” Lance hissed.

Allura’s pursed lips were enough to tell him that whatever Keith had supposedly said had not painted him in the best light.

“What did he say?” Lance asked as they reached Azul’s stall. Stopping her outside it, he went to her side and began to undo the saddle synch. “That some asshole, spoiled kid fucked up his horse? Because I’m clearly too self-centered to know what’s good for her?”

Allura’s mouth pinched a bit to the side. “Something like that,” she verified.

“Fuckin’ dick,” Lance muttered as he carefully pulled the saddle and pad from Azul’s back. He didn’t want to accidentally knock her cut.

“Yeah, Keith can be a little…” Allura waved her hand in an evening motion, “…testy. But he means well.”

“I don’t care what he means,” Lance muttered as he opened his tack box and pulled out the toolbox he’d placed inside earlier that morning. Finding a washcloth, he was just about to dump her water and get some fresh when Allura picked up a bucket he hadn’t realized had been sitting in front of the stall.

“Keith left this,” she explained, setting the bucket at Azul’s front feet. It was already filled with clear water. “Said to make sure you cleaned her cut.”

“Fuck him,” Lance snapped. Like he needed to be told what to do.

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Haggar is an absolute animal lover (a twist love mind you) especially for the ones that are deemed horrible in some way, and will use the excuse of ‘scientific research’ to patch up ones that have been terribly injured with augments that not only restore them to their full potential but makes them even better.
The animals she rescues know that they would have died with out her and adore her, made all the easier due to her spoiling them rotten.

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so the comic

31 DAYS OF MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURES //
28. Unicorns

“The legs, so delicately shaped, balanced a
body wrought of finest ivory. And as
he moved, his coat shone like reflected moonlight.
High on his forehead rose the magic horn, the sign
of his uniqueness: a tower held upright
by his alert, yet gentle, timid gait.”
- Rainer Maria Rilke

Barely a day, and I’m starting right back in on that vaguely weird-ass creepy fic.
So, have some lunctime vaguely weird-ass, creepy fic.

Featuring the Black Lion, and some other lamentable unfortunates.


Altean royalty, shouting in his ear, a fleet of ships, waiting at his back. Useless. Helpless, all of them, so he just presses the Black faster.

It’s just a payload. He has to think of it like that. If he’d considered the truth of it, he would never have found the courage to urge his Lion forward and rip the thing loose from its holdings.

Over the surface of Ondarset hovers the arnaith. A ravenous, indefatigable force of nature. No teeth, no face, nothing resembling a body, yet it stands as an apex predator throughout the galaxy. And when weblum and other large prey run scarce, it’s been known to hunt elsewhere.

Arnaith  -  World-Eater

(Remainder under the cut)

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Guys I had a hella weird klance dream.

It was super weird. Nothing makes sense.

It was like… the lion’s like… spirits existed? Like the blue lion was this beautiful woman who may have looked a bit like Wonder Woman. I dunno.

Anyway there was this like… legendary horse? And this old man says “oh yeah, if you can break Betsy you can keep her. But she’ll probably kill you.”. So of course Keith is like “imma ride that horse”.

He’s about to enter the paddock when the blue lion’s spirit just goes “I think the fuck not”. And says he’s not pure of heart or something??? Like what??? It’s a fucking horse, calm down blue.

So then Blue meets up with Lance and Pidge at the place they are staying. They’re just chilling in their shared bedroom, and Lance just mentions “hey it’d be kinda cool to break that horse”. And blue basically goes “yesssss Lance! I choose you! It’s your destiny”.

And so begins the worlds shittest magical girl transformation. Like Lance doesn’t spin…. these clothes don’t magically appear… blue just kind of shoves these clothes at him and goes “put these on.”. He changes into the skirt and sweater, when Keith walks in. He’s still kind of miffed that he hasn’t been chosen, but thinks seeing Lance in this outfit is alright.

Then I guess… Lance kisses him just for luck. BUT THEN THEY START FIERCELY MAKING OUT. Like toppling to the floor and just GOING FOR IT. And everyone around them is just like “so I guess this is happening.”.

Like I remember them even stopping at one point, all breathless and kissed out, and Keith says “weren’t we doing something important? Like didn’t we have something to do?”

And Lance pretty much just goes “I so don’t remember or care” and they just keep making out.

And that’s it! That’s all I remember. Will Lance ever break that horse? Is that skirt and sweater his battle armour now? I dunno!