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Advice on horses and war... (Calling LG!)

March 28th, 2008 (05:40 am)
creative

weather: creative
song: Silence... (not a sound from the--okay, not quoting Cats, really)

LG, my dear, favorite horse-knowledge-encyclopaedia. Supposing I want a horse to be injured in a battle, but in a recoverable way, although it might be good for easy rides but really not much else (other than happily munching grass) afterwards? ...Mainly, how can I injure the horse, get the rider off, and not have to kill the poor thing from mercy at least?

(Long, long story why I'm worrying about this. I want the horse alive. Mostly 'cause the rider's dead. And I want this image of an old, wounded, fat, grass-munching war-horse. There are Reasons.)

Lee [userpic]

Dancing in September, golden dreams were shiny days...

March 28th, 2008 (03:53 pm)
crying

weather: crying
song: September - Earth, Wind, and Fire

 First, I love the song "September," by Earth, Wind, and Fire. Makes me happy.

Second: self defense class tonight at my LizGib's Tae Kwon Do place! Fun stuff!

Third... man, getting a hug from a man a foot and nine inches taller than you is really bloody awkward. *Grins* But all the important teachers know now. *Is content* And they're all so thrilled.

But... mainly...

*Breaks down quietly* I'm... writing a little. By which I mean, 2.6K today.  First time in months, really. But more'n that... it's... good copy, I think, and... and...

and I kind of can't believe the scene I finally made myself write.

It might all be easier from here on out. Now that I've... gotten over the major obstacle of admitting what happens. It's one thing to plan it. But...

It's written.

...I'm mildly tempted to include it here.  But I doubt I will.  Maybe I'll post it later.

Or in my writing journal.

Things are starting to solidify in a way they didn't before.  I know more about what happened.  And.. I know what happened that day.  Damn. Fucking heroic, just for a brief moment--not even a big thing, just one stupid act made without even thinking.

*Goes back to crying*

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