#ardennais

[thepastisalreadywritten]

The Ardennes Draft Horse or Ardennais is considered one of the oldest breeds of draft horse.

Their history reaches back to Ancient Rome. The Ardennes breed could be a direct descendant of the prehistoric Solutré horse.

It is claimed to be descended from the type of horse described by Julius Caesar in his Commentarii de Bello Gallico.

Caesar described these horses of Belgium as "rustic, hard and tireless." He recommended them for use in heavy cavalry units.

The early type was used by many later Roman emperors for military applications.

The breed's ancestors are thought to have been bred for 2,000 years on the Ardennes plains. It is one of the oldest documented European heavy draft breeds.

They weigh 700 to 1,000 kilograms (1,500 to 2,200 lbs).

#Ardennes Draft Horse #Ardennais #draft horse #Ardennes breed #Solutré horse #Ancient Rome #Julius Caesar #Commentarii de Bello Gallico #Ardennes plains #European heavy draft breeds #horses #animals #horse breeds #Ardennes #war horses

[hippography]

BEAUX SPÉCIMENS DE LA RACE. 1. Princesse, Jument Ardennaise aubère, 1 m. 57, née en 1916, par Marquis d’Axel et Kermesse, par Félen. 1er prix Paris; à M. Paul Tassot. 2. Arlette, Jument Ardennaise, née en 1922, pleine de César; à M. R. Michel. 

Vie à la Campagne, Vol. 65, 15 Octobre 1930

#Ardennais #juments #cheval de trait #Princesse #Arlette #mares #draft horse #draught horse #heavy horse #heavy draught #1930 #Vie à la Campagne

[unrinconmas]

#images #random #horse #Ardennais

[soothedcerberus]

draft horses are Big Friends i love them

Yes!! Theyre so pretty 🥹

#Beautiful and strong!!! #clydesdale and Ardennais ilu #fun fact Rembrandt is supposed to be a draft horse #But he’s just so skinny and small bbahhsjsjw #so small draft horse?? idk #downgraded because he was too dang big #and I don’t know how to work with proportions yet hhjajd

[the-knife-consumer]

Cowboy centaur his name is Derby bc im so smart

#hes an ardennais horse bc they are so shape.... #knife's art #digital art #doodles #oc #oc: Derby

[thoughtsaboutruins]

Ardennais G R D (Guy)

#Ardennais G R D (Guy)

[er-cryptid]

#studyblr #notes #animal science #animal science notes #animal sci notes #animal sci #equine science #equine science notes #equine sci #equine sci notes #horses #horse notes #ardennais horse characteristics #horse breeds #horse breed characteristics #breeds of horses

[charlierainfordsso]

As a little birthday treat to myself, yesterday I welcomed a horse I've wanted for a while! This is Birdie. This Ardennais ex-broodmare is stubborn and does everything on her own terms, and compulsively mothers pretty much any horse that will stay still long enough for her to start grooming them.

#star stable online #sso #star stable #ssoblr

[askhomestuckeveryone]

equius do you have a favorite kind of horsie

CT: I do not wish to e%clude all the wonderful STRONG hoofbeasts

CT: Through Ive heard stories of an e%ceptional stallion of the name Ardennais

(⬅️. ➡️)

#homestuck ask blog #homestuck #equius zahhak #hoofbeasts #fluttershy

[allzelemonz]

Finding and Feeling (2.1): The Ropes

Pairing Type: M/M Rating: T/Language Warnings: Kidnapping, internalized homophobia, threats, pissing (non-kink), hostage awkwardness, drinking, pining Summary: The move to Horseshoe Overlook and Kieran’s favorite tree. Other Chapters

The ride through the cold mountains and the thick trees wasn’t too bad. Most folks left Kieran alone in the back of one of the wagons. He can peer out of the back and look at that big Ardennais Bill was fawning over before. The war horse seems like a hard worker, pulling one of the heavier wagons without a fuss. Kieran feels the urge to give him a peppermint and pat his head, but in the state he’s in he’d probably take the treat for himself.

Bill sits on the bench of that same wagon, holding the reins to his horse with a loose grip as if he trusts the big creature to follow the caravan. If Kieran thinks about it too much, he can feel the ghost of Bill’s hands. Heavy on his shoulder, forcing him to sit. Light on his waist to get him up into the wagon. Kieran knows his cheeks are hot, likely showing a flush. He’s thankful for the covering on the wagon and his only company being crates.

The wagons curve and halt after a few hours of travel. Once again, it’s Bill that comes to get Kieran. He hauls him up and guides him out. Kieran doesn’t resist, he’s just happy it’s not too cold out here. From what he saw on the ride over, they’re somewhere in the Heartlands. They moved around the river a bit, but Kieran knows his way around well enough to figure it out. His theory is confirmed as some of the women walk by, whispering about Valentine.

Bill tugs him along to a tree and Kieran’s heart sinks a little, he pulls out a long length of rope and takes his time with looping it around. Kieran sits still, eyes mostly fixed on Dutch just a few yards away. The new camp bustles, everyone rushing around to get things set up. Bill doesn’t say a word when he finishes tying the rope around. Something in Kieran was hoping for some kind of warning from him, some kind of acknowledgement.

Kieran settles for watching Bill walk around the camp, only looking at others when that older woman shouts or when someone comes near him. Bill works on what must be his tent and Kieran finds himself smiling a little bit when he drops something on his toe and shouts curses. Kieran corrected himself quickly, reminding himself that Bill is a man and his captor. It’s not right, none of it.

Night comes faster than Kieran expected it to. He can see some of the Van der Lindes around their fire, others at the tables. It’s a much more pleasant environment than the O’Driscoll camps he’s stayed in, despite his being bound to a tree. They all seem happy, friendly even. O’Driscolls would’ve started a fight by now or maybe killed somebody. Half of the gang is drinking, celebrating a new camp and outrunning the law that’s after them. Hardly anyone pays him any attention, a blessing and a curse.

Then there’s a shadow, one Kieran can place both by his size and his hat’s shape. Bill stumbles over to the food wagon in front of Kieran’s tree. He fumbles with a crate before pulling a bottle out and taking a swig.

Kieran decides to take a chance, needing to relieve himself more than anything. “H-Hey, Mister-“

“Quiet, O’Driscoll.” Bill snaps, glaring at him. “Lucky Dutch wants ya alive.”

Bill stumbles when he steps, showing his drunken state. He gets a few feet from Kieran’s tree, shoving a finger near his face. He seems like he’s going to speak, but all he does is point.

“I-I just gotta…” Kieran swallows his nerves. “I gotta go… ya know…”

Bill bursts with laughter. His face features a wide grin as he shakes his head at the thought. “That’s what ya gotta beg about?”

Kieran looks down at his feet, face red as he’s laughed at.

“Alright…” Bill finishes his laughing and moves around to untie one of Kirean’s hands. “Hurry up then, O’Driscoll.”

Kieran flushes further as Bill watches him, but he manages to fish himself out and relieve himself. He’s thankful that Bill seems more interested in swallowing the rest of his beer than watching. Kieran hurries to tuck himself away and the second his hand leaves his button, Bill yanks his wrist back to the binding spot on the tree.

“Could…” Kieran thinks, wanting nothing more than a little more mercy from Bill. “Could I have some water, Mister?”

Bill laughs again. “Ya eager fer me ta help ya with yer pecker again so soon, O’Driscoll?”

Kieran’s heart picks up. “N-No, I-I-“

“Ain’t nobody gonna help ya, boy.” Bill chuckles. “Only reason I let ya piss is so nobody has ta smell ya.”

Kieran nods, shrinking himself a little so he’s shorter than Bill. “Sorry.”

Bill opens his mouth, then waves dismissively at Kieran before stumbling away. Kieran watches him as he walks to his tent and collapses on his bedroll. It doesn’t take long for Kieran to be able to hear Bill’s faint snoring in the distance. He lets himself fall asleep to it.

#burn month #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #slow burn #fanfic #fanfiction #bill williamson #kieran duffy #kieran duffy x bill williamson #bieran

[hippography]

JUMENTS ARDENNAISES. 1. Brune de Fosteau. Ferme de la Grange-Émery. 2. Vision, alezane, 1m. 56, née en 1922, par Baron et Ninon, par Ottignies II; à M. Paul Tassot. Cette excellente race de trait allie la précocité à la robustesse. 

Vie à la Campagne, Vol. 65, 15 Octobre 1930

#Ardennais #cheval de trait #juments #Brune de Fosteau #Vision #draft horse #draught horse #heavy horse #heavy draught #mares #1930

[serfuzzypushover]

If Equius was a horse, what horse would he be?? In my opinion, i think he'd be a Shire horse

OUGH YES YES!! hes def either shire or ardennais in my opinion Σ:33

#ask tag

[meirimerens]

Completely unrelated to the previous ask but thoughts on the bay Percheron? I am partial to dapple gray myself but the it’s the concept that made me go wait they don’t come in bay. Or do they

studbooks standards vary from country to country and in france, birthland of the Percheron, only grey and black coats are admitted as Percherons in the official breed registry. this is different in the US, where they allow for bay, chestnut and iirc bay roan. (the US & canada also apparently favor "lighter" types of Percherons, especially visible in the thinness of the legs, whereas Percherons in france are truly giving that Fat Fuck Friday realness). you won't find a registered "bay percheron" in france, but in the US you will. i am vastly partial to dapple grey or plain grey myself, as this is how The Percheron exists in the french consciousness and french historical landscape, and multiple towns are beginning to use them again for stuff like garbage disposal. as in they're the trucks.

bay or bay roan american Percherons are cutes to me in the sense where they look like... a cross between a Brabant/Belgian Draft or Ardennais (breeds that are known to come in bay & bay roan extensively) in color but with the physique of the Percheron (such as Way Less feathering at the legs than a BD or Ardennais). they're like a novelty. they're like if a BD & a Percheron had a foal. that's just a Percheron.

#horseposting #ring ring (answers)

[kirbyofthestars]

sanji does the kicky legs stimming thing with all the newtonian force of an ardennais draft horse and ends up splitting open the floorboards with the heels of his black oxfords

#lorena.txt

[only-horse-polls]

Horse Breed Tournament

Round 1 Group 2

Ardennais Image from all-the-horses (Tumblr) --- Criollo Image by essencia_crioula (Instagram)

#Round 1 #Group 2

[wantmeifyouwantme]

things about me.

my name means home. well, my birth name means alive, but fuck that. i have warm (?) brown eyes and medium brown hair, 3a curls that are slightly sun-damaged. lightly tanned skin from the harsh australian sun. i think my voice is annoying. when i get upset, you can hear the scotch roots, i think. my girlfriend says i'm cute. i'm warm and homely in the way that a thundery yet warm summer night is. my favourite food is pizza, burgers, and beef korma. i love the smell of garlic. i would die for my friends. i like listening to music. i am the boy with fire in their blood and ash on their tongue. i seethe with anger and quiet rebellion. i hate most when i hurt people i love. i'm an only child. my nails are almost always painted black, and artfully chipped. i hate maths. i love french, and drama. my voice always sounds sarcastic. apparently i'm a good kisser. i need reading glasses, but i almost never wear them. i hurt. when i'm angry at myself, i sometimes scratch my hip, like last year. 2022 was the shittiest year of my life. i like to think i'm good at art. i require red bull every saturday before netball. my pronouns are he/they/any, but honestly i want he/they except im mildly in denial. i was a planned baby. and a child of *two* seperations, ergo giving me 3 mums and 2 dads. my girlfriend thinks i'm pretty. i'm good at netball, goal attack, except i can't shoot goals at training, it's the 'training curse'. i love indian food. my faveourite pizza is margherita. i have a plain cheeseburger, and i put chips in too. i flinch when i read/hear homophobic slurs. i find it really hard to cry, even when i think about last year, all i get is dry sobs. my biggest fear is either myself, or being alone. my hogwarts house is gryffindor. sometimes i wonder what i did to have everyone hate me last year. but not this year, no, i have friends and a gf now. i read fanfic and stay up too late. my favourite animals are horses, and i might be starting lessons soon. my favourite horse breed is the irish cob, the ardennais, and the arabian. my faveouite colours are purple and dark grey. i hate when ppl say 'math' instead of 'maths'. i like comedy. my element is probably fire. at school camp, my friends sacraficed a bit of my soul to the moon. my father doesn't really agree with trans stuff, be he respects us as people, so thats okay. my mother is in denial that i'm queer. i want a record player. i draw on my hands during school. i like stargazing. i like sour things. i love the smell of wet soil. i just got at A* in french.

uwu