#the fat Arab pony

[artificial-transmutations]

Closer Than Flesh - Names

The presence of the demon fades, while Jake watches his body change again. He hopes that he will return to his original body now, and that all of this is nothing but a weird and bad dream.

And really, his skin takes on a lighter color again, filling him with hope for a moment before he notices that the rest of his features don't match the body he has grown up with. The dusting of light hair on his chest, leading down his belly to his groin doesn't disappear. Instead, it even grows a tiny bit denser. However, while the short black hairs were clearly visible against his previous skin, it becomes less obvious by the second, as his body hair color changes to a wheaty blond. Jake can only suspect his main hair doing the same.

While the Arab body he was in before had the toned physique of someone working out in the gym, his new one seems to possess a more practical kind of fitness. His arm muscles grow, as if they are used to lift heavy weights on a daily basis. His abdomen on the other hand gets less pronounced, even taking on a light layer of fat.

Some slight scars form on his arms and chest, while his shoulders broaden. Not enough to tell a tale of battles or combats, but definitely enough to make clear that this body's profession is more physical and less mental. His legs and feet quickly fall into place as well: sturdy and male, with a light coating of wheat colored hair and hard earned firm muscles. His cock stays just as big as it was, but also changes to fit in with his new body. The hefty shaft is now residing on a badly groomed blond bush.

Unlike his last change, though, the magic doesn't stop at Jake's body. First, a layer of dirt appears all over him, a stark contrast to the clean guy he was before. It's mainly mud and dust, but clings to him easily because of the damp layer of sweat pouring out of his skin, even dripping from his brow.

Next, clothing starts to materialize. His cock is wrapped into a jock strap that has seen better days for sure. Before Jake can think about just how often the piece of clothing probably had been worn, soaked up sweat and has been washed, only to be worn again, a pair of khaki work pants forms over the piece of underwear, encrusted with dried up mud and various stains. His torso is covered by a wife beater that is in a similar state as the jock strap now hidden from sight.

That seems to conclude the changes to Jake and the world pours in again, filling the empty void around him.

Jake finds himself still outside, but the scene couldn't have been less similar to the one he had just left. He is standing in bright sunlight, on a busy construction site. People are yelling at each other and are generally busy. Jake takes a moment to just feel the warm sunlight on his skin, which is a welcome change from the wet darkness he was in just a little bit ago.

Jake is so lost in his observations that he only notices the other man as he snaps his fingers in front of Jake's face.

"Hello, Marcel! Anyone home?"

Jake looks confused for a moment. What Marcel? Then it dawns on him that it comes as no surprise that this body probably has another name than Jake.

He shakes his head slightly and looks at the other man. It's a construction worker, but half a head smaller than Jake is now and with a black pony tail.

"Sorry, I was..." Jake answers, trying not to show too much confusion about the new baritone voice with a slight rasp to it.

"Dreaming? I can see that. You can dream on your own time, Marcel. Get back to work!"

The other man, who Jake assumes is this body's boss points at a pile of heavy concrete sacks on a truck. Several more men are currently unloading them, so at least it's clear to Jake what he has to do.

As he picks up a sack and puts it on his shoulder, Jake is amazed at how strong he is. In his own body, he probably wouldn't even have been able to lift it, but this Marcel body can shoulder it like it's not heavier than a six pack of cola.

Jake tries his best not to fall out of place. As long as there are things to carry, he gladly takes the job, fearing the moment it is actually expected of him to start working on anything he doesn't know how to do, which includes everything even remotely connected to a construction site.

He is too afraid to speak much, fearing his colleagues might notice something out of the ordinary. He does notice a curious fact, though. Whenever people speak to each other, including the few sentences he has exchanged, they are not speaking English! Jake doesn't have the slightest idea which language it is, and when he concentrates on it, he would not be able to speak it, but as long as he doesn't think about it, he understands and speaks it just fine. However, trying to speak English is exactly the opposite. He can easily form sentences when he focuses on it. Just trying to say something in English casually, however, produces a horrible mess of heavily accented language, like someone with only the most basic proficiency would produce.

Regardless of the language however, whenever Jake tries to quietly call Skyler, his friend turned cock doesn't respond. Jake doesn't know if he simply can't hear him below the multiple layers of cloth (as he only dares to whisper), is resting again or if there is something wrong.

As the time goes on and the sun slowly climbs, the temperature on the site rises even higher. All of the men, Jake included, start to sweat heavily, and soon the air is filled with a mix of dust, concrete and the musk of unwashed men.

Just as his worries are about to get the better of him, Jake hears a voice in his head, the voice of Skyler.

"Jake? What happened?"

Thank God, Skyler is okay!

"Skyler! I was getting worried!"

"What did you say, Marcel?" another one of the workers looks up.

"Eh nothing. Just thinking loudly."

"Ha, don't strain your brain trying to think!" the other man laughs and gets back to his work.

Jake quickly looks around and sees a good opportunity to speak to his friend. He quickly makes his way to the grimy blue Porta potty and gets inside, ignoring the stench as well as he can.

Once inside he unzips his pants and takes Skyler out of his jock strap, now daring to speak to him in a hushed tone.

"I was getting worried dude! You were out for a few hours!"

"Yes, I feel like shit, too. I don't know if I remember all of our encounter with the demon, it was... Hey, what are you doing?"

Skyler feels himself being handled by Jake's big hands while he talks, being pointed down into the disgusting toilet.

"What do you mean? I'm taking a piss."

With that, Jake lets go, pumping his urine through Skyler's shaft body.

"Listen, I don't have much time, I need to get back to work soon if I don't want the other guys to become suspicious." Jake explains while his pee splashes into the plastic tank.

Skyler can't believe it. Jake just uses him like he is a real dick, no trace of the careful handling or asking of the beginning. Jake has decided that he wants to pee and just does so, no matter what Skyler thinks about it. It doesn't even seem to cross his mind that this is something to consider!

Skyler really wants to complain, really wants to find this outrageous, but... the truth is that there is a growing part of him that finds it ridiculous to complain. He is Jake's penis for the time being and those are used for peeing. Jake can't very well ask his dick every time he wants to empty his bladder, right? In that regard, perhaps it's best just to be a good dick and let Jake handle it, Skyler rationalizes.

So, he doesn't mention it and instead answers: "The other guys?"

"Yeah, apparently I'm a construction worker named Marcel now, and I'm on site with colleagues. It would be weird if I spoke to you out there. Which reminds me: Can you identify what language everyone is speaking?"

"I think it's Polish, judging from what the other guy said. I couldn't understand him, but I can understand you just fine, and I think you're speaking the same language. Weird!" Skyler replies.

"Yes, and I don't know a word in Polish, yet I can speak it fine as long as I don't think about it. Perhaps it comes with the body." Jake shakes off the last drops of piss and shoves Skyler back into the jock strap.

"Listen, we can talk after I'm off work. Until then, I can't answer at least." Jake explains.

"Okay, let's talk then! I'll try to be quiet as well in order not to confuse you too much."

Skyler can hear Jake zipping up and exit the Porta potty. Inside the confines of his jock strap, that eagerly absorbs the last traces of piss on Skyler's tip, it's hot and damp.

Jake moves around a lot, so Skyler's world is in constant motion. The balls beneath him shift and move along with the legs left and right, even though those are separated from him by the jock's fabric. There is not much space, on the contrary. Skyler's ample length is pressed against the balls underneath, probably forming a beautiful firm and large package if seen from the outside.

Because of the temperature and the work, Jake sweats a lot, even down here. The humidity quickly increases to the point that the surrounding fabric is more of a damp cloth around him, covering Skyler in slick sweat from tip to base.

This is a new experience for him, at least in this intensity. He doesn't mind it, though. This gives him the opportunity to get used to the smell and taste of this new body. It's different from Jake's original body and the one before this, but it's good, nevertheless. It's not like Skyler would have much options if he doesn't like it, but as of now, every body odor or -taste was agreeable to him. Perhaps it's a thing that comes with being a dick, he muses.

Skyler hangs around in the hot damp darkness for a while, until something changes. At first, he thinks that Jake has taken him out again, since he can see the bright sunlight again, but it's subtly different. Right, he has the perspective of a full human being again! Skyler hardly has time to think about that, though because of what he sees. In front of him, there is another construction worker. He has taken his shirt off because of the heat and uses it to wipe away sweat from his face. The short brown hair and beard look really good on him and...

No, why is the view turning away from the dude? Skyler wants to look at him some more!

Suddenly, the field of view turns back, so Skyler can see more. There is sweat running down the shaved muscular chest of the worker. Skyler (and the focus of the view) follows a drop of liquid that is running down between the slabs of pecs, over the toned stomach before it reaches the seam of the man's work pants. Damn, that guy is packing. He can't decide if he wants to stare at the sculpted ass or the considerable bulge at the front, so he just focuses on the general area.

Skyler doesn't even notice his confines becoming even closer until he lifts up the damp jock and strains against the front of Jake's work pants, harder and stiffer by the second. His tip becomes even wetter as he drools precum into the strained fabric before him.

Damn, that is one hot guy. If only Jake would take him out and...

"Yo, Marcel, what are you staring at?"

The view snaps back to the other guy's face that is looking questioning.

"I uhm eh..." Skyler can hear Jake's new voice stammer and only now it dawns on him that he is seeing what Jake sees.

"You have dirt on your knee." finally comes the weak apology, and Jake quickly turns away, trying to adjust his boner, Skyler, without anyone noticing. As he turns away, the vision ends, and Skyler can once again only see the darkness of his surroundings.

"Try to keep your act together!" Jake whispers nervously. Skyler doesn't answer. It was hardly his fault that there was this ridiculously good looking guy. Perhaps it was his fault that Jake stopped to stare at him, but right now, Skyler doesn't understand the how and why. Only slowly, Skyler can feel Jake's blood rushing out of him again, until he deflates to his earlier position.

Time passes, until, finally, Jake says in a low voice: "Okay, we're finished for the day. I don't think I have ever worked so hard in my entire life."

"Great! Let's go somewhere we can talk. This Marcel guy surely has a home.", Skyler replies.

"Probably, but how do we find it? I mean it's not that I know anything except how to speak his language."

Skyler thinks for a moment before he answers. "Does he have a phone?"

Jake looks through his pockets and really finds a cell phone. It's a rather old model and there are several cracks in the display, but it's a phone. "Yep."

"Try to unlock it with your finger or face!" Skyler suggests.

Apparently, the phone is too old to support face unlock, but it has a fingerprint sensor - and really, it unlocks to Jake's right thumb. "Got it! Good idea Sky! Now let's see if that guy has saved his home location in the maps app... Yes!"

The way is twenty minutes by foot. It would probably be faster if he took another vehicle, perhaps Marcel even had a car or a bike. However, since neither Skyler nor Jake know for sure and they aren't familiar with the public transport system in a polish town, either, Jake decides to just walk.

"So, what happened with the demon guy?", Skyler begins the conversation.

"Well, he wasn't all that talkative, but what he said was really bad. He said that he was a demon lord from hell and that his name is Baelnath. And he wants to eat my soul." Jake swallows, as he remembers the frightening scene again.

"Sky, do you understand what this means? Demons, hell, souls... All that stuff really exists! Does that mean there is a God as well?"

"I don't know Jake, but let's not jump to conclusions. We don't even know if he told you the truth. But what did you know he was called again?" Skyler's voice sounds thoughtful in Jake's head.

"He said his name is Baelnath.", Jake repeats.

"Okay, this is creepy. After you used the stone, I had a weird dream. I was some other guy and there was a circle of people around me."

"You were some other guys cock?" Jake asks, confused.

"No, I was some other guy, not his cock!" Skyler is a bit irritated that Jake would think of him as another man's penis before considering him as a person by default. "Anyway, I was in some sort of cellar, and it was really dark, only a few candles were on, so I couldn't see much. But those people around me were chanting in some weird language that I couldn't understand. But one word that kept repeating was 'Baelnath'. For some reason, which made me really angry."

"Perhaps you heard the name during my encounter with the demon and just dreamed up the rest?" Jake offers.

"Possible. But it just felt so real."

"Then it could be the demon trying to get to us."

"Maybe. The thing is, besides eating our souls, Baelnath obviously wants to get hold of the sigil stone. And when you tried to use it, it felt somehow similar to his presence. I think it's fair to assume that the two are connected."

"So, you're saying that when I use the stone, I might lure the demon right to us? Kurwa! How am I supposed to get us out of this, then!" Jake exclaims, louder than he intended. Luckily, there is nobody on the street right now.

"We'll have to wait until we can figure out what to do. But you still have the stone?" Skyler replies.

"Yes. I still had it in my hand after I changed."

"Good. If things get worse, we can still do the same trick again."

"Probably, but this means getting near the demon again." Jake shakes his head. "And at some point, he will learn. Also, he has some kind of influence over me. I almost handed him the stone the last time, I don't know why I didn't. It was like I really wanted to give up then."

Skyler keeps quiet. These are troubling news, and he doesn't have a good answer for Jake. Finally, he says:

"Well, at least for the moment, it seems that just not using the stone and keeping low is our best option. Perhaps, we can find out more while you pretend to be Marcel. Perhaps we can look stuff up in the internet, now that we have a name."

"Good idea. Well, looks like we have arrived."

Before Jake stands a run-down apartment building in probably the cheapest part of town. Jake finds a set of keys in his pockets and unlocks the door. Luckily, there is only one Marcel on the door bell labels. If he assumes that this is him, then his last name is Guzek. Marcel Guzek. Could be worse, at least he will be able to write the name without some crazy accents or signs that this language seems to have. Climbing up the stairs reminds Jake of his long and exhausting day at work. Finally, he unlocks the door to a modest apartment, a very long way from his previous body's one and even his own. There are just two rooms and a small bathroom that doesn't even have a separate shower, just a bathtub with a cheap plastic shower curtain around it.

It is clear that Marcel lives alone. Besides the obvious fact that nobody is home when Jake opens the door, the rooms are untidy, and dishes are piling up in the sink. It's not filthy or messy, but Jake suspects that the apartment is not cleaned more often than once every two weeks. Given the size of the place, it probably won't even take long to do so, but right now, Jake is much too exhausted to clean up some other guy's home. Perhaps that's how Marcel usually feels, too, which would explain the state of the place.

There is a cheap double bed in the tiny bedroom, but it's clear that only one side is used regularly. Besides a small wardrobe and a washing basket, there is not much more in the room.

The other room is crammed full of all the rest. There is a kitchen corner with a microwave oven, a stove and the sink. Next to the sink stands an old refrigerator that hums audibly. There is an erotic poster of a half-dressed woman on the other wall, and a small TV with a worn down two seater couch and a small table in front of it. A cupboard holding the clean plates and cups fills the rest of space this room has to offer and acts as a separation at the same time.

"Wow, this Marcel guy really lives like a king." Jake comments.

"Take me out and let me see!" Skyler asks, and, as Jake fishes him out of the jock and lets him dangle in front of his pants, adds: "That's really... not a lot. He doesn't even have a computer."

"At least he has a phone." Jake agrees. "Okay, I'm starving. Let's see if there is anything to eat."

In the fridge, Jake finds a small stack of peperoni pizza and several cans of beer. He quickly takes one of the former and puts it in the microwave oven, waiting impatiently until it's done. After that, he grabs a can of beer from the fridge and sits down on the couch.

"I'm gonna put you back into my pants now, I don't want to drop hot pizza on you. Besides, it's more comfortable if I lean forward." Jake informs Skyler and immediately does as he said. He shifts around a bit, finally getting rid of his pants before he starts to eat his food in just his jock strap and wife beater.

Skyler can hear the TV being turned on, apparently some kind of sports game with a Polish commentor. He actually doesn't mind the short break and waits until Jake leans back on the couch, occasionally taking a sip of his beer. Since Jake doesn't start the conversation again, Skyler says: "So, where do we start our research?"

Jake sighs and responds: "I'm just too tired to think about this now, Sky. Let's just chill this evening and we can start tomorrow after work."

Skyler recons that there is really no rush. As long as they don't use the stone, they should be safe, right?

So, he just relaxes in the soft confines of his underwear home, only occasionally being readjusted by Jake's giant hand.

After some time in silence has passed, Jake suddenly addresses Skyler:

"God, Sky, you're really gay, aren't you?"

Skyler is confused but answers truthfully: "Yeah, that's what I told you. Why are you asking?"

Jake gives a short chuckle in Marcel's baritone voice.

"Cause I'm looking at some Polish porn with really hot chicks for ten minutes now and my kutas doesn't react the slightest."

Skyler is surprised by the sudden openness. Usually, they don't discuss these kind of topics much, but then again, he started it with his confession of being gay. Also, he was his dick right now, so these topics probably came naturally.

"You could try looking at men instead", Skyler suggested.

"Might as well try that..." Jake responds. Suddenly, Skyler's vision shifts again. Now he is looking at the cracked display of a phone, held by the rough hands of Marcel. On the screen, there is a polish porn site, with two men on it who are kissing and slowly undress.

" Yeah... That's more exciting for you, isn't it?" Jake states as Skyler feels himself plumb up somewhat and be readjusted by Jake. Although Skyler can't read the description of the page, another thumbnail grabs his interest, of a juicy male ass. Without exchanging a word, Jake taps the thumbnail, and another video starts playing.

A rush of joy goes through Skyler, as he begins to tent the jock strap. He can feel Jake grabbing his stiffening form beneath the fabric and stimulate him further with his fingers.

It feels weird at first, like having sex with his best friend. On the other hand, he wanted to get into Jake's pants for so long now and now he even started the encounter, regardless of the strange situation.

Skyler is far too horny to think about it further. He soaks up the porn vid until he sees another thumbnail, this time a muscular guy with a huge cock.

Automatically, Skyler taps on it, or was it, Jake? Marcel's hand now starts to jerk his fully erect cock in earnest, every pump sending waves of pleasure down Skyler's shaft and into Jake's system. Skyler moans from the pleasure, Marcel's baritone voice turning him on even more. Jake only stops his jerking shortly to pull up his wife beater and put it behind his head, before Skyler resumes thrusting into Marcel's rough hand.

God, he *needs* this. Why didn't he jerk off sooner? The previous body has been hot too, just imagining cumming onto the brown skin with black hair almost sends him over the edge. But this body here... Oh boy. It is like a walking wet dream. He can't believe that he is actually using someone else's hand to jerk his cock that is a person of his own!

With a cry, Skyler/Jake comes all over himself, splattering the muscled torso with white cum in multiple spurts before relaxing, spent from the experience.

Both Jake and Skyler drift off into a slumber, while Skyler shrinks flaccid again and their cum begins to dry.

Jake has the wildest dreams, from red demons and him running away, to hot men on the construction site. He wakes up half way in the morning by Skyler stiffening up again, perhaps from his dream or perhaps just without any more reason than a morning wood.

"Not yet, dick, just five more minutes..." he says, sleepily.

"Skyler" comes the answer, sharper than expected.

"Huh?" Jake asks, still not entirely awake.

"My name is still Skyler, or Sky, even though I am your dick right now."

"Yeah, that's what I said, what are you going on about", Jake answers confused.

Before Skyler can answer however, the phone alarm goes off.

"Kurwa! I think this means I need to get to work!"

Jake rushes to the bathroom and quickly takes a shower in the bathtub, getting rid of the worst dried up cum in the process. He finds another jock strap and wife beater (apparently, Marcel has plenty of those) and throws them on, along with the pair of work pants from yesterday.

As he retrieves them, Jake catches a look of the poster on the wall. He could have sworn it was an erotic poster of a hot woman yesterday, but this one clearly showed a man in a tight thong. Weird. He should discuss this with Skyler later.

Before he leaves the apartment, he says: "Sorry, Sky. Let's start our research this evening."

"Okay", Skyler answers - it's not like he has much of a choice in this matter.

As Jake hurries along to the construction site, he notices that some of the people he meets give him weird glances. Perhaps it's just because he is jogging the way, or perhaps there is a spot on his clothing he didn't notice, but Jake feels their gazes following him, as he jogs along the road.

Apparently, he has arrived at the site just in time, among the last of the workers to arrive. As he starts to unload another truck of material, though, the hot guy he stared at yesterday addresses him.

"Yo, Marcel! We're still good for this afternoon?"

Shit. He doesn't even know this guy. Had they planned something? It is not helping that Skyler is twitching in his pants again, as Jake looks at the other guy.

Apparently, his confusion is all too visible on his face, since the other man laughs.

"Man, Marcel, you need to start writing down stuff! We wanted to go to the pool Friday after work. And it's Friday."

"Shit, yeah, man, I remember now, but I didn't bring my swim trunks..." Jake tried to squirm out, but that only earned him a rough poke to the shoulder from the other man.

"Ha! I knew you'd forget. Luckily, old Piotr here got you covered and brought one extra. So, no more excuses my friend!"

Jake fakes a smile and nods. "Great! I guess I'll see you after work then."

Meeting this guy, who is apparently entirely Skyler's type has a high potential of becoming a very embarrassing experience, so the first chance he gets, Jake flees to the Porta potty and fishes out Skyler to do his business again. To the background of his pee splashing, he says:

"So, listen, Sky. You remember the guy you got a boner to yesterday?"

"Yeah, you too were speaking. What did he say?"

"It seems we have an appointment today after work to go swimming together. Can you do that? I mean without getting hard and all railed up."

It takes a while for Skyler to answer. Sometimes, Jake would be really interested in what his dick is thinking.

"Yes, I think I can try. Just focus on swimming, don't ogle his package too much, okay?"

"Sure. Why would I do that? I'm straight, remember?" Jake answers, even though he jerked off to gay porn yesterday. The poster in Marcel's flat comes to mind - perhaps he shouldn't be too sure about anything 'he is' in these strange times.

Skyler doesn't answer, not even with a snarky remark - perhaps he doesn't want to insult Jake. Jake shakes him off and puts him back into his underwear, before continuing to work.

During the day, Jake has the same uneasy feeling as before. His coworkers give him weird glances from time to time, that Jake can't really interpret well.

End of work comes quickly, as it is Friday and there seems to be the unwritten law that construction workers only work until noon on Fridays. Jake can't complain, since that might give him the chance to actually do some research this evening, as he had promised. At least if he manages to cut the swim session short.

As expected, Piotr expects him after work and throws a rolled up towel at him.

"I want those back, washed, you hear me?" he says laughing. Jake nods and gets into the car with the other man. Okay, how would Marcel behave? Jake realizes he knows exactly nothing about the body he is in.

"So, what's new? Met anyone interesting?"

Jake guesses he means romantically. Does Piotr know Marcel is gay? Is Marcel even gay? The whole poster situation is very confusing. Jake just hopes he doesn't have to go into more detail as he answers a vague: "Nah, no one. Too much work." That always works.

Piotr just nods. Jake manages to get through the car drive by giving non committed answers and asking superficial questions. Finally, they arrive at the public pool and get changed. Wearing only the borrowed swim trunks, Jake meets Piotr again under the shower. As instructed, he tries to look strictly at Piotr's face, not his chiseled chest, abs or... anything below that.

As the two men are showering away the dust and dirt of the work site, however, Piotr comments: "You got a new tattoo? Looks cool!"

Tattoo? Right, the heart shaped thing that appeared. Seems like this body has it, too. "Yes, it's new" Jake says, not even lying. "Do you like it?"

"I do! I told you, you can't run", says the other man, laughing.

"What did you say?" Jake asks, confused, while at the same time, Skyler is screaming inside his head: "Jake, watch out!"

"I said: I told you, you can't run." During the sentence, Piotr's voice drops an octave and at the end, Jake has the feeling of hot nails puncturing his brain. Horrified, he turns around, only to see Piotr changing rapidly. His skin turns crimson, and horns break their way through his skull. The mist of the showers suddenly becomes black.

Jake is paralyzed. What should he do?

"The stone, where is the stone?"

Before Piotr can finish changing into the horrifying demonic form of Baelnath, Jake begins to run. He almost slips on the wet tiles, but somehow manages to scramble back to his feet. He just needs to get back to his pants. The sigil stone is in his right pocket, he knows that for sure.

This time, the demon doesn't seem to have the decadence to walk but runs after him before he is even finished changing. It might be the missing control of Marcel's body or the influence of the demon, but the lead Jake has is shortening in an alarming rate. Finally. The locker. Jake fumbles with the key, while the demon closes in. Finally, the door opens. There are the pants. Jake wants to grab into the right pocket, he really does - but his hand doesn't do what it's told. Instead, he reaches into the left pocket... only to find the stone in it, already humming with power.

Jake's heart skips a beat. He had been wrong. If he had tried the right pocket, he might not have been able to get the stone in time. He doesn't know why he took the left one, but there was no time to think about it now. Just as the demon's claws grabbed his shoulder, the stone's magic unraveled the world around him.

I think that is my longest story episode yet! If you want to read the story from the beginning, just click here. If you just want to re-read the last episode, it can be found here. The next episode waits for you here.

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Today Kate and Abba took Dakota and I through the Cobra field for the first time. The Unicorn (Dakota) is turning into such an incredible riding horse. She is responsive off leg aids, and, is learning more and more quickly to respond to soft requests and not fighting. It took so much work to get here, but, as an almost 4 year old who faced her first Emu in a completely new environment and who walked on with me holding the buckle of the reins, as we were cantering at the time of the encounter and fitness is not her strong suit, so she gets to stretch as much as she needs, proves just how incredible this girl is. 

I am looking forward to a lot more firsts with this little Lady, knowing Kate and Abba will be there to train and guide us, and, to helping her mature in the adult horse we are starting to see as she really is quite exceptional. 

I could not be luckier to work with young horses with minds like Dallas and Dakota and to do it where I can ride with the best company, in fields of flowers. 

#worth the wait #the friendly filly #the fat Arab pony #best baby experiences

[bare1yart]

[ID: Four pencil drawings of various TMA characters, including Jon, Martin, Daisy, Trevor, and Basira. Jon is a skinny south asian man with medium-length hair lighter-streaked hair tied back into a pony tail, wearing glasses, jeans, and a what the ghost? hoodie. Martin is a fat white man with freckles, glasses and short, but overgrown, hair. He’s wearing a heavy sweater, a hoodie, and jeans. Daisy is a skinny white woman  with scars all over her arms and one notably over her lips with long hair tied back into a tight ponytail wearing a tanktop and jeans. Trevor is an old white man with shoulder-length hair and a beard wearing a jacket and jeans. Basira is an arab woman wearing a hijab, a sweater, and an overcoat, as well as circular glasses.

The first image is from S3, of Jon being held up by the neck by daisy who’s pressing a knife to his throat. He’s crying, grabbing desperately at her arms while glares angrily at him. She’s saying “SO WE GO THROUGH THE VOICE BOX!” In the corner, “(MAG91)” is written. The second image is of Martin, his hands in the air as he smiles anxiously and looks off to the side, tears in his eyes. Trevor and holding him by the shirt, knife pressed to his throat. Trevor is shouting at him to “STOP FUCKING SMILING!” while Martin whispers desperately “Jon...” In the corner “(MAG176)” is written. The third image is of Martin again, looking down at his hands and grimacing. His top half is covered in spatters of blood, saying “Eurghh.” He also has a thin laceration on his neck The last image is of Basira, holding up a gun with two hands and cringing. End ID]

I HAVE SEVERAL THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS EPISODE

#the magnus archives #tma #tma spoilers #tmaspoilers #martin blackwood #mag176 #my art #accessible art #guns #guns tw #blood #blood tw #lacerations #lacerations tw

[the-original-b]

Archangel: Todesengel

Format: Prose / Fiction, one-shot

Word Count: c. 9,100

Summary: Krueger leads Amur Company on a hellish mission that leaves an indelible black mark on the souls of the survivors.

Warning(s): blood, gore, graphic violence, sexual violence

Firebase Ash, the Laos-Cambodia border region, late 2012.

 The Mi-26 landed on the helipad and opened its bay door as its rotors slowed, and the six members of Amur Company stepped down the ramp dressed in tiger stripe BDUs. They continued further away from the helicopter as they surveyed their surroundings—the perimeter walls, command tower a few hundred yards before them, the barracks in one direction, the armory in another, probably other buildings in places out of sight.

Krueger recognized it immediately as an old military outpost, likely used by top-secret groups like MACV-SOG as a launch pad for all of their clandestine operations in the lands bordering Vietnam during the war. A mark on history written in invisible ink, hidden away where nobody would care to look—he found the similarities in his own life and career outside of Special Forces.

The six of them were greeted by two medium-skinned men of unremarkable stature dressed in officer’s uniforms. The wider of them wore a dark beret to cover his graying hair. The other sported a full head of jet black hair cut in a military fade and appeared much younger than he likely was. He approached the six of them. “Who among you is Archangel?” His English was remarkable.

Krueger stepped forward, removing his dark sunglasses and tucking a wayward lock of hair behind his ear, smoothing it out. These days it was long enough that he tied it into a pony tail that brushed the space above his shoulder blades. “I am.” He held out his hand for the man to shake. “Are you San Boran?”

The other man shook it. “I am Chea Hang,” he introduced himself. “Second-in-command and interpreter for Commander San.” He gestured the other man, who gave him a respectful downward nod. “He extends his appreciation for your willingness to help.”

“Of course.” He let go of Chea Hang’s hand. “As I understand, we’re here to assist your soldiers in driving out a resistance force from the region. Have your men located where they operate?”

Chea Hang looked over to the other officer—to San Boran—and relayed Krueger’s question to him in Khmer. San Boran replied, and Chea Hang delivered the message: “We’ve narrowed it down to an area of the forest south and west of our base, but our patrols have so far been unable to pinpoint their location.”

Essentially, the task at hand boiled down to search-and-destroy; something Krueger had done a hundred times before. “Weapons on site?”

“The armory is this way,” Chea Hang said. “If you’ll follow me…”

Krueger gestured the other members of Amur Company to join him on the way to the armory.

On the way there they passed by the barracks and a makeshift holding cell, out of which a soldier stepped as he buttoned his pants back up. He turned to leer at Seza, who didn’t as much as look in his direction.

Krueger briefly looked inside the door to see their barely-clothed prisoner handcuffed to a chair just before the soldier shut it again behind him. He now fully understood the type of people Chea Hang and San Boran were, and concealed his contempt for them as they made it to the armory.

The six members of Amur Company inspected the weapons and munitions stored there—ammunition designed for maximum damage like the M67 and 7N6 soviet rounds, a vast collection of AK derivatives, and a handful of reclaimed Cold-War-era western weapons.  

Brock examined one of these crates labelled 60mm WP. “Willie Pete,” he said. “Hoped I’d never see you again.”

“Willie Pete?” Seza was unfamiliar with the designation.

“White phosphorus,” Krueger said. “A pyrophoric.”

“Meaning it catches fire on contact with air,” Jackson elaborated. “Then boils as it burns, throwing smaller chunks of the stuff over a wider area which, also catch fire and boil and throw chunks.”

“More toxic than cyanide if absorbed by the body,” Krueger continued. “The fumes are dangerous too, forming phosphoric acid in the lungs.”

“What you’d get if Satan spat on napalm,” Brock concluded, turning away from the incendiary devices.

Chea Hang leaned a little closer to them. “Is this sufficient.”

Krueger was aware of the possibility of having to use the chemical weapons, but resolved to use as many other available tools as possible before it came to that. He nodded in response to Chea Hang. “It will do.”

 ~~~~

Chea Hang and San Boran led the members of Amur Company to the command building, where they reviewed the mission parameters and outlined a strategy. Afterward he showed them to their quarters in the same building—a row of individual rooms that likely once domiciled officers or other VIPs—and wished them well on their hunt.

Krueger laid his duffel on the floor beside the desk and hung his BDU jacket over the back of his chair, then stood before the window overlooking the rest of the compound and the forest line beyond the walls. Absentmindedly he watched the people below, and followed a helicopter with his eyes as it took off from the helipad to get to who-knows-where.

“You’re lucky,” Seza said to him from his doorway, in her fatigue bottoms and a dark t-shirt with her air tied in a fat braid. “You have a window.” She crossed the threshold and locked the door behind her.

“Yes,” Krueger said as he drew the blinds. “Well, the view is nothing special.” He had only taken a few steps in her direction before she sprang into him, throwing her arms and legs around him and squeezing. The world around them—the stuffy room in the old building, the jungle, the job—all seemed to fall away as they shared fervent kisses, her palms pressed against his bearded cheeks, his hands under her shirt pressing against her skin of her back and holding her warmth closer.

“I’ve been waiting to do that since Tây Ninh,” he sighed when they finally broke contact.

“I can tell,” she whispered, her eyelids still shut and lips curling upward into a smile as her forehead touched his. It was almost a year since the last time they were in the field together.

Krueger kissed her again gingerly as the world around them returned, and sighed wistfully.

“What is it?” She opened her eyes again, unwrapping her legs from around his waist but keeping her hands on him.

“I don’t like this job, Seza,” he said. From the beginning he didn’t want to take it, but he thought of the others when he forwarded the offer to them. “We hunt people like San Boran, we don’t work with them.”

“I know,” she said. “But it was our choice too. We wouldn’t be here if we didn’t all make the decision.” She shifted one hand to caress his ten-day beard accented with gray hairs. “We’re with you, Archangel,” she whispered as she pulled herself close again, “I am with you.”

She sealed her promise to him with another deep kiss as she and Krueger fell backward onto the mattress. She straddled him as she worked her hands underneath his sleeveless undershirt to lift it off of him. He returned in kind, raising her t-shirt above her head to expose her skin, sports bra, and tattoos—both the stripes she shared with him and the rest of the unit, and a string of words written up her ribs on her right; the warrior’s truth Krueger shared with her that day in Italy, memorialized in Arabic.

 ~~

The two of them joined Brock, Wyatt, Alicia, and Jackson for dinner that evening, and Seza returned to Krueger’s bed later that first night, as she regularly had since the Pergola job three years ago.

Their first day on patrol, they and a contingent of San Boran’s forces surveyed the area where the resistance were believed to be headquartered. In their reconnaissance they discovered the area was about twice as large as previously thought, and identified a network of rudimentary villages hidden in the forest. Wyatt deduced the resistance occupied one at a time, and moved between settlements to throw their pursuers off their trail.

While circling back to return to headquarters, one of the soldiers was killed by an improvised trap, and Krueger saved another from a similar fate when he spotted a tripwire. As they had more experience than anyone else there with booby traps, Jackson and Alicia led them out of the field, disarming any traps they came across on their way back to Firebase Ash.

Krueger reported his findings to San Boran and Chea Hang that evening, and after dining with his team he returned to his quarters. Seza slept with him again.

On the second day, Krueger decided to split the patrol group into six squads to cover more ground, sending Alicia, Brock, Wyatt, Jackson and Seza with each of five of them while he joined the sixth. He made them all aware of the traps in the field, and ensured there was at least one other English speaker in the squads so his team can communicate with them.

While out on patrol, Seza’s team came under fire from a resistance scouting party, and by the time Krueger and his squad arrived to assist, they had dealt with the resistance and managed to capture one alive, a woman.

Krueger discreetly checked Seza for injuries—a few scrapes aside she appeared otherwise unharmed. “You okay?” he asked her.

Seza nodded. “They wounded one of us, but he’s alive.” She watched three of the soldiers deal with their captive.

Krueger watched them with her. “Do you know what they’re saying?”

“My Khmer isn’t perfect,” she said, “but I can make sense of it.” She watched them get the wounded woman to her feet. “They’re telling her she’ll live… they’re also commenting about how they lost their last prisoner.”

Things took a turn when two of the soldiers ripped her clothes off and held her down by her wrists while the third unbuttoned his pants.

Krueger turned away the moment the one soldier mounted the resistance fighter. He rested his hand on his jacket collar to stop it from reaching down to his sidearm holstered on his thigh. Most of the other soldiers present averted their eyes as well.

Seza didn’t turn away; she watched the man assault their prisoner while the other two held her down, probably waiting their turn, with growing disgust as her grip tightened on her AKM.

“Don’t,” Krueger ordered, not turning his head.

She let the rifle hang on its sling and shook her head. “Is there nothing we can do?” she whispered.

“Not here,” he said. “No.”

Seza loosened her hold on the rifle, dropping her one hand from the rear grip and resting her other hand on the foregrip near the rear sights. She shut her eyes and let what was happening before her happen, wishing to herself for anything to stop it.

Her wish came true when she heard one of the soldiers shriek—she and Krueger turned back to see the one solder recoil away from their prisoner, his pants around his ankles, covering half his face. Apparently she was able to get a hand loose and claw at him.

One of the other soldiers responded by stepping on her freed wrist to pin her down and ramming the butt of his rifle into her head and jaw a few times, knocking her unconscious. He had his associate bind her wrists together and hoist her over his shoulders to continue back to base along their patrol route. The injured soldier broke formation to address his wounds before heading back; Seza discreetly followed him.

 ~~

She stalked him to the river, and observed from a distance as he knelt down beside the running water to splash his face several times; she couldn’t see the damage from her angle but was able to see streaks of red that kept trickling into the river no matter how many times he tried to clean the wound. She decided it wasn’t enough.

Seza crept out from her hiding place and stealthily approached him, reaching for her knife on her left hip and pulling it from its sheath as she closed the distance. She snuck up behind the kneeling man and inverted the grip on her blade when she was a few yards from him, just outside of striking distance.

She hadn’t even noticed Krueger emerge from her peripheral vision to walk right up beside the knelt-down soldier and plant his boot onto the back of his neck, holding his head underwater.

The soldier thrashed under Krueger’s heel, the water around his face bubbling as it turned red from his gushing wound. For the nearly forty seconds he held the man’s head underwater, Seza studied his posture and profile, deducing his lack of remorse over his actions. For all of the seven years she observed him, he was always so precise and efficient in delivering death. This was different—she saw he nearly savored what he was doing to him. She saw him as his enemies did—grim, violent, and merciless.

Seza re-sheathed the knife and slowly approached Krueger as the man below him eventually stopped moving, and life escaped him with a few more bubbles and involuntary spasms. When he was finally dead Krueger turned him over onto his back to take an M70 bayonet and sheath from the soldier’s belt, then stood back up and slid the body into the running water with his foot.

“The knife would have been too easy,” he deadpanned. “He had to suffer.”

“On that, we agree,” she said.

“And there are more at the base,” he continued, looking her in the eye. “They’ll do the same thing to her over and over for days until they either break her or kill her.” He hesitated, his doubts beginning to surface. “I know what has to be done to spare her from that,” he added with the faintest quiver in his voice, “but I don’t know if I’m strong enough to do it.”

The prisoner didn’t deserve to die but, given her fate, death may have been be a mercy. Seza understood that struggle too well, and knew what it meant that he fought with it. Beneath his wrath and violence he was still every bit the man she fell in love with—the good man.

He was still Archangel.

She took his hand in hers and tiptoed to whisper something in his ear, then placed a kiss on his cheek. “Give her the choice,” she said to him. “I will make an example of the others.”

“Do you remember them?”

“I do. When I’m done, the rest will know why.”

 ~~

Krueger sneaked into the dank holding cell that night, when the rest of the compound was asleep. He used a key he’d lifted from a passing guard earlier that evening to enter the room, and cringed when he found their prisoner bruised, barely clothed, and bound by her wrists to a thin pipe running from floor to ceiling in the far corner. He had to step up to her and watch her shoulders move to make sure she was still breathing.

Then he got to work. He worked the point of the fallen soldier’s bayonet into the knots around one of her wrists, moving it back and forth along the rope to slice her one hand free.

She stirred underneath him, and Krueger stopped to place his hand over her mouth to quiet her. With a look he let her know exactly where he stood, and reassured her that he wasn’t one of San Boran’s soldiers. Slowly, he let go of her mouth, then finished cutting her one hand free.

Then he took a few steps back and placed the blade on the floor within her reach. He looked her in the eye and said to her, “seripheap.” Then turned to leave, ensuring the door was open behind him.

Freedom. The phrase Seza had whispered to him by the river earlier that day.

The prisoner understood, her freedom came from the bayonet, either by cutting the ropes binding her or by taking her own life. He offered her the chance to escape, either through death or the open door. The prisoner took up the bayonet and made her decision.

 ~~

Krueger placed himself onto his bed when he returned to his quarters, then rested his elbows on his knees and head in his palms. He let out an exasperated sigh as he wondered what fresh slice of hell this job would belch up and deliver him tomorrow morning. He closed his eyes and took another breath to compose himself, then let it out slowly into his palms as he cupped them over his face.

Seza arrived in his quarters soon afterward, making sure to lock the door behind her. Krueger stood up when he turned to face her and promptly closed the distance, pausing when he noticed tiny drops of blood on her forehead and left cheek. He looked her up and down to notice a tiny bit more smeared on her hands. He took them in his, caressing them a little before leading her back toward the bed.

“Tell me this gets better,” he pleaded. “I need to know I didn’t make a mistake bringing us here.”

Seza rose up to place a gentle kiss on his temple. She placed another one there before she retracted to look him in the eyes while she cupped his face. “You didn’t make a mistake,” she reassured him. “You didn’t do the wrong thing in bringing us here, and as long as I am by your side, you will never have to doubt yourself. I will support you,” she said, resting her forehead on his. “Whatever you do. I love you, Milo Krueger.”

They shared a heartfelt kiss. “I love you, Seza.”

She straddled him as they kissed again and fell onto the bed.

 ~~

The knocking on his door and Chea Hang’s voice on the other side of it woke him on the third morning. “Mr. Archangel,” he called between knocks, “Commander San would like a word if you have a moment.”

Krueger exchanged a look with Seza curled up beside to him, and took his arm away from around her to let her up. He watched a dark A-shirt and the jagged camouflage bands of her BDU bottoms conceal her skin again as she got back into her clothes to find her boots. Krueger did the same, getting out of bed to find his pants and a pale gray T-shirt.

Chea Hang knocked on the door again. “Mr. Archangel, please.”

“One moment,” he responded. He shot a look in Seza’s direction as he laced his boots up and stood. She nodded, leaning against the corner of his desk with her hands behind her on the desk top. He stepped up to her to plant a passionate kiss on her lips before heading to the door to unlock it. He opened it just enough for Chea Hang to see him. “What is it?”

He gestured the hallway. “Commander San has to share something with you,” he began. “There’s also been an incident in the barracks last night. What do you know of it?””

“I fail to see how I can shed any light on what’s happened,” Krueger said, stepping out of the room and pulling the door shut behind him.

Chea Hang caught a glimpse of Seza before the door was closed, then led Krueger down the hall toward San Boran. “One of the men had his throat slashed open in his sleep, and another was blindfolded and gagged, tied to his bed post and woken up by a knife in his genitals.”

Krueger made a mental note to commend Seza for that later.

“In addition,” he continued, “somebody got into the holding cell, and we lost our prisoner. Some of them suspect your unit is responsible.”

“What makes you think mine are culpable?”

“You’re outsiders,” Chea Hang clarified. “Mercenaries. They don’t trust you.”

“As I understand, some of Commander San’s men didn’t approve of the treatment of prisoners by others.” Krueger said. “This could just as well be an act of vengeance on their part—I’m not here to solve that problem.”

“And what of the missing man from yesterday? Your unit was accompanying him, were they not?”

“He went off to nurse his wound. He was missing an eye—he could have tripped and hit his head.” By now they reached San Boran. “Again, that isn’t why I’m here.”

“Very well,” he added sotto voce. “If you’re here to deal with the resistance, Commander San would like you to deal with the resistance.”

“We’ve narrowed their location down to a number of settlements deep in the forest,” Krueger explained. “We can only attack one of them at a time, and if we do they’ll flee to another before we can reorganize to strike again.”

Chea Hang relayed the message, and San Boran returned with one of his own. “Commander San doesn’t care, he wants you to do as you promised—” San Boran said something else, and Chea Hang paused to confirm before continuing. “And he says if you don’t by tomorrow at sunrise, he will withhold your compensation.”

Krueger’s brow furrowed visibly as he registered the message. “It’s unwise to threaten me, Mr. Chea.”

“It is unwise to disappoint Commander San,” he countered. “If you do not do as you’re told, he will hire somebody else who will.” Chea hang turned to leave before Krueger could say anything else.

San Boran remained a moment longer. “Finish it,” he said in English. “Or no pay.” Then he turned to leave.

The threat repeated from the source gave Krueger pause. He unclenched his fists as he considered all of his options. He could either leave with his team before the job was finished and forego the pay, eliminate San Boran and forego the pay, take his time and efficiently flush out the resistance and forego the pay…

…or he could commit a war crime and get the job done in time for his team to get compensated. It wasn’t a decision he could make on his own.

~~

“San Boran delivered an ultimatum,” he said when he addressed his team that afternoon. “Personally. He said if we don’t drive out the resistance in 18 hours he won’t pay us.” He leaned over the table, placing his hands on its top to support himself and taking a breath to prepare himself to deliver his next thought. “Now I’m going to say what we’re all thinking—in the absence of time and a better option, if we’re going to get paid for this trip we will have to use the pyrophorics.”

A few of them muttered their discontent under their breaths.

“I know it’s not something any of us want to do, so I didn’t make the decision for you.” He sat down and raised his head again to address his team. “I’m leaving it to the five of you to make the call. Yay or nay..?” He looked to his right at Brock.

Brock sat contemplatively with his arms crossed, looking down at the table. “Mom’s back in the hospital,” he divulged, “and her bills are piling up again. I need the money, boss.” He looked up at Krueger and nodded. “Yay.”

Krueger nodded in understanding, then looked at Alicia.

Alicia shook her head. “It’s not who we are,” she said. “This isn’t what we do.” She shook her head again to emphasize her decision. “Nay.”

“Fair dinkum,” Wyatt added. “I’m with Alicia on this one. We do this and we’re no better than the wankers we kill… Nay.”

“Maybe so,” Jackson said. “But who knows when the next job is coming after this? The landscape’s changed—the demand for dirty guns for hire is rising. We can’t survive just on hunting the bad guys anymore, we’ll have to start working with them if we’re gonna make it.” Reluctantly, he nodded. “Yay.”

Krueger looked to his left at Seza, having made his way around the table.

She sat with her arms crossed as she silently considered the options for all of thirty seconds. Finally she looked back at Krueger and nodded. “Yes.”

Krueger sighed and let his head hang. “Three to two,” he said, standing back up. “It passes.” He leaned over the table top to address the map spread across it, and outline a plan to deploy the white phosphorus munitions strategically in a manner that the fires spread away from the firebase as they consumed the resistance territories.

 ~~~~

It was nearly two in the morning when they moved out.

“Talk to me Wyatt,” Krueger whispered into his communicator. “Are you and Brock in position?”

“Holding steady, boss,” he said. “Just say when…”

“Alicia, Jackson, get ready to fire on my mark.” He motioned Seza to ready the mortar while he prepared the munitions.

“Copy.”

“Three. Two. One…” Krueger held the shell steady at the edge of the mortar barrel. “Mark.” He let the round go and let it slide down to the firing pin, sending it high into the air before it came crashing down with a boom and cloud of smoke. “Fire at will.” He signaled Seza to adjust the angle of the device before loading a second round into the tube, which fired and landed a few yards from the first.

Seza looked up from the tube after firing a few more volleys, and noticed the glow of the growing fires through the trees. “I think they know what’s going on,” she said, noting the panicked chatter she could hear through the chaos.

“Then it’s time to finish up here,” Krueger added. He loaded the last of his ammunition into the device and fired. “Brock, Watt, you’re up. Seal their exit.”

“Solid Copy.”

Krueger felt the shockwave moments later, letting him know the explosives were detonated successfully and a second set of fires were started to seal the resistance in a trap that would kill them all.

 ~~

Krueger and the rest of Amur Company returned to the compound afterward, and headed straight for their respective rooms. Seated on the mattress, Krueger watched the glow of the burning fires on the horizon through the window of his quarters. As before, Seza made it to his room later that night, and didn’t say a word to him as she placed herself beside him to lean her head on his shoulder and squeeze his hand, looking out the window at the fires with him. Neither dared to sleep and ignore the dozens of lives they extinguished.

On the fourth morning, Krueger stepped off the helicopter with the rest of Amur Company onto the literal scorched earth where the resistance cell was once based. All that remained now was the charred remains of the rudimentary village; columns of dense white smoke still billowed from certain piles of smoldering rubble, and wisps of a surreal fog hung in the air around them.

Krueger carefully stepped through the ruins not to get too close to the denser smoke, and paused when a twig snapped in two beneath his tread. He looked down and saw there were actually two twigs next to each other, and that they were connected to the partially clothed body of a man at the thigh, under the knee where his shin would be.

He realized they weren’t twigs at all.

He studied the remains next to his boot, identifying the broken twigs as a human tibia and fibula. The man’s extremities were burned to their singed bones, and his face was gone—what was left reminded Krueger of an anatomical diagram detailing a frontal cross-section of paranasal sinuses.

The featureless face stared back up at Krueger with empty eye sockets, its teeth exposed and locked in a sinister half-grin not unlike the sigil his great-uncle wore from 1939 to 1943.

He looked away from the body below him and scanned the clearing all around him, finding other bodies in varying states of desecration. Some still maintained something resembling their natural skin tones with deep holes burned into them, as if a large-bore drill was taken to their soft tissue, while others were reduced to carbonized forms resembling twisted mannequins leaking darkened blood from the cracks in their flesh, frozen in their final, horrible moments.

Seza cursed in Arabic under her breath, in disbelief of the sight around her. “I didn’t know it would be like this…” She took a few steps and found herself next to Krueger. “My God, this is awful,” she lamented.

“God had nothing to do with this,” Krueger said. He continued his path through the carnage, stepping over the burnt bodies lying in pools of coagulated blood and human waste to make his way to Chea Hang and San Boran, who stood among a contingent of soldiers inspecting the ruins.

“Well done, Mr. Archangel,” Chea Hang said. “Commander San is impressed with your work.”

“It’s not all of them,” Krueger clarified. “But whoever escaped the fires will likely succumb to the poison they inhaled trying to get away.” He looked San Boran in the eyes, making sense of the look in them. “He can give my portion to my people.”

Chea Hang relayed the message to San Boran, who maintained his gaze on Krueger while he replied.

“Commander San will ensure your people are compensated,” he said.

“My thanks.” Krueger turned away before addressing them once more. “Have your men exercise caution around the settlement,” he advised. “They may inadvertently start another fire.” He headed back toward the landing zone with Seza, signaling the other four to join them on an outgoing helicopter.

 ~~

Seza returned to Krueger’s quarters that evening, after the others had gone to bed early to catch up on lost sleep. She tapped on his closed door.

“Archangel..?” she entreated. Since they got back to Firebase Ash she felt he was avoiding her. She feared he held her vote to use the incendiary devices against her and wanted to make it right. She knocked again and opened his door. “Milo?”

The room was empty—the bed was made and his duffel was missing. The only clue the room had been occupied the last three nights was a singular square of paper centered on an otherwise clean desk top.

She picked the note up to examine it, recognizing the string of digits as a phone number, hastily jotted down in Krueger’s hand. Call me as soon as you see this, the text read underneath the number. She looked away from the paper, disheartened. “Oh, Milo…” she sighed, looking out the window and absentmindedly crumpling the note in her hand.

Her attention was stolen by a pair of voices down the hall behind her. She heard one of them mention how one of the rooms was empty, and that the two of them were probably together.

Seza darted behind the bed and held herself close to the floor to stay out of sight when the door opened up again. From under the mattress she spotted fresh blood spattered on the boots of the one soldier that walked in to quickly scan the room.

The soldier with bloody boots took a few steps deeper into the room before commenting how this one was empty as well. His associate entered the room behind him, also with bloodied boots that left prints on the floor as he walked. She heard him mention how four out of six was good enough.

Then Seza did the math—the bloody boots, the two soldiers going room to room down the hallway, she knew what it all meant. Her rage began to boil.

The moment the closer pair of boots to her turned back toward the hallway, she slid out of cover and jammed the point of her knife just above the soldier’s heel to sever the tendon, then just as quickly reached up and around him to drive the point of the knife deep into his neck and take him down.

She threw the first solder aside and flung the knife at the other one just as he turned around, landing it just below his collarbone as she sprinted across the room at him and leapt forward, throwing her knee into his jaw and landing on top of him. Sinking her weight down on his chest and pinning his arms to the floor with her shins, Seza pulled the knife out of the other man with her left hand as she pulled his head back by his hair with her right to expose his neck. She jabbed the blade under his jaw and pushed her weight against it, ignoring the warm slick on her hand as she locked eyes with the man and watched him die.

Slowly she stood up, retrieving her knife from the fallen soldier’s gushing neck wound and wiping the blade clean on her fatigues before returning the knife to the sheath on her belt. She scrambled down the hall to the first of the four rooms and shoved the door open.

To her horror, there lay Jackson, lying in bed with his eyes open, the sheet stained dark red underneath him with a deep gash across his neck.

She cupped her hands over her mouth and backed away, barely containing her grief and sorrow for the man. She turned and pressed on Alicia’s door and—to her terror—beheld the same sight. She opened Brock’s and Wyatt’s doors as well, holding out some measure of hope that they were somehow spared but finding them in the same state as the other two.

Seza wouldn’t allow their deaths to go unanswered. She knew what she had to do next, but first she had to temper her anguish at the loss of her squadmates for the moment and find a way off the compound.

Krueger waited for her at the air strip in Tây Ninh, seated at a small square table tucked away in the corner of an aircraft hangar. He tapped his finger impatiently on the table top waiting for her to contact him, ignoring the food in the plate before him as it cooled.

His satellite phone started to ring in his duffel by his boot, and he scrambled to answer it. “Ja,” he said. “Hier ist Krüger..!”

“Milo,” Seza whispered after a brief delay.

“Seza,” he sighed, relieved to hear her voice. “Where are you now?”

“A safe location,” she said.

Krueger stood up from his seat, and started slowly pacing back and forth in front of the table “Listen, you and the others have to meet me here in Tây Ninh, where we first landed. Quickly, before it’s too late.”

Seza’s silence was longer than the expected delay from the satellite phone.

“Seza..?”

“The others won’t be coming,” she finally whimpered. “They’re dead.”

Krueger stopped in his tracks, in disbelief of what she was telling him. “…What?”

“They’re all dead,” she repeated. “Wyatt. Jackson. Alicia. Brock… all of them. Murdered in their sleep.” The pain in her now-brittle voice was audible, and that—more than the news she delivered—is what ripped Krueger apart.

Krueger slowly sank down back onto his seat, reeling from the weight of what she just told him. “Mein gott,” he lamented. He took the phone away from his ear for a moment and leaned his forehead against his knuckles, shutting his eyes tight.

“Did you know..?” Seza finally asked. “Is that why you left?”

“Seza… I—”

“Do not lie to me, Archangel. Did you know?”

Krueger took a breath to compose himself before answering her. “I suspected he might,” he said. “Yes.”

In his mind’s eye he could see the heartbreak in her ice blue eyes, and it nearly brought him to tears. “Then why did you leave us?” she finally pleaded. “Why did you leave me?”

“Because I wanted for you all to be paid. You know I wanted no part of this fight, I even told him to give my share to all of you, because I knew that’s what you needed… I assure you, I had no idea he would turn before paying you all..!”

Seza took a while before answering. “They will pay,” she said. “If not with money then with blood.”

“Seza.”

“I found a way off the compound,” she continued. “We can strike tonight while they sleep.”

“Seza, let it go. Leave this place with me.”

“…what are you talking about?”

“Let’s get out of here,” he explained. “Start anew. The transport to Hanoi No Bai leaves in three hours, you can still make it if you start moving.”

Seza was quiet for a while before she finally answered. “I don’t believe what I’m hearing,” she stated.

“Seza, listen to me.”

She didn’t let him speak. In her grief and disappointment in him, she cursed him in Arabic. “Khayin!” she shouted. “How could you turn your back on them!? How could you turn on me..?”

“I’m not turning on anyone..! We move forward, and live our lives in a way that would please them. This is the way to honor our fallen, trust me.”

“Jaban..! I won’t let their deaths be in vain.” At this point her grief began to subside and all that was left was her building, seething wrath. “Their spilled blood cannot go unanswered.”

“I understand your desire for revenge, Seza, but I promise you will find no peace at the end of that path,” he warned. “I know this.”

She exhaled audibly on the other end of the line. “You brought us here, Archangel. You started a job you couldn’t finish. But that’s why you have me, isn’t it? For the uglier parts of the job you’re too weak to carry out on your own?”

He knew it was anger talking, but her words still cut him deeper than any knife.

“Do what you have to do,” she continued. “I will finish what you started.”

Then the line went dead, leaving Krueger alone to hear with her final, hurtful words over and over again for what would become years.

 ~~~~

Seza retuned to Firebase Ash late that night under the cover of darkness. She crept through the shadows on her way to her objective, silently moving toward her first victim as she drew her knife from its sheath on her belt.

She sank down to the ground as she buried the point of her blade into the back of the soldier’s knee, then sprang upward and ripped it out sideways to jab it backwards into his neck. She had already taken his knife as well and started moving again by the time she felt his blood start to soak through the fabric of her BDU jacket.

She remained hidden near the armory entrance for one other soldier to step up to the door and open the gate, and pounced the moment he crossed the threshold. She stabbed him in his right side from behind, then quickly wove around to his front to remove the blade and reclaim it, reversing her grip and hitting him twice more in the upper chest and once at the base of his neck on the same side with the other knife.

She took him to the floor quietly, then retrieved her blades and moved deeper into the armory to rig a few crates of explosives for remote activation when the time came. On her way out, she spotted a sheathed machete hanging near the rifles which she took. She poked her head out the door and quickly scanned the area before her before heading to the command building. On her way there, she crept up behind another soldier and planted her boot heel into the back of his knee, and plunged one of her knives into the base of his neck on the left side, leaving him to bleed out while she proceeded inside.

 ~~

Chea Hang stepped into his room, absentmindedly flinging the door shut behind him and heading deeper into his quarters. Seza, hidden behind the door, emerged and kicked him in the small of his back to take him by surprise and knock him onto his front. Just as he hit the floor, she whipped both knives at him one after the other; the first landed below the ribs on the right side of his back and the second lodged itself higher up near the shoulder blade.

Chea Hang yelped as each of the blades struck. Writhing, he turned just enough to see Seza start to walk up to him, blood all over her fatigues. Terror took hold of him once he recognized her, and he began to crawl away toward a desk to raise the alarm.

It wasn’t the time for that yet, Seza thought.

When she caught up to him, she knelt down and took hold of the knives in his back to pull him toward her, then freed one hand to grab him by his hair and pull his head backward to expose his neck. Chea Hang fought back a little, trying to move her off of him with his body.

“This is what they felt,” she whispered in his ear. She pulled one of the knives out of his back with her other hand and buried its point into the base of his neck. Chea Hang convulsed violently under her as she slowly pulled the knife sideways across his neck, holding his head back and carving a gash so wide and deep it nearly decapitated him.

When she was done she stood up to look down at him, the bloody knife still in her hand as more of the crimson fluid gushed from his open neck. He gurgled as more of it poured forth, and finally expired with an unremarkable hic and a twitch.

Seza placed her boot between Chea Hang’s shoulder blades and bent over to pull the other knife out from the man’s shoulder, then stepped over the pool of blood to the desk to retrieve his knife before turning and heading out.

 ~~

Seza stood over San Boran as he slept, holding two of her three knives in her hands and waiting for the right moment. By now, the nighttime patrols outside should have come across one or more of the bodies she left behind on her way to the command building, and they’d raise an alarm of sorts to make the others on site aware of what was happening.

The radio crackled to life across the room, lining up with Seza’s plan and stirring San Boran awake.

Just as his eyes parted, she plunged the knives in her hands into his wrists, nailing him to the mattress as he shouted out in pain and surprise.

“For Brock and Alicia,” she said, freeing one hand to draw the third knife and plunge it into his ribs. He screamed again. “For Jackson.” She pulled the knife out and buried it into his side once more, leaving there this time as his pained screams dissolved into a whimper. “For Wyatt…”

Then she took a step back and slowly, methodically drew the machete from its sheath, watching the fear build in San Boran’s eyes and savoring it.

She inverted the blade and held it above his stomach with both hands. “For your prisoners…” She plunged the blade straight down into him, conjuring another pained scream as the sirens began to blare outside. “…each of them.” She twisted the blade ninety degrees opening the wound and bringing forth more blood and gurgling screams, dropped one hand and repositioned her grip with the other, and then slashed him open. “And for me.”

She stood beside San Boran watching his disbelief at the sight of his own intestines bubbling out from his open stomach. It didn’t last long enough, however; shock, blood loss, and a rapid change in blood pressure took their toll shortly afterward. Seza watched San Boran’s eyes roll back and his body go limp as he lost consciousness. Within minutes he would be dead.

Seza shut her eyes and took a deep breath, dropping the machete onto the floor next to her as she slowly exhaled to calm herself. She inhaled deep again, ignoring the smell of blood and excrement in the room with her, and waited for relief as she exhaled again.

She opened her eyes again when she felt no elation, and realized the lives of San Boran, Chea Hang, and the others she killed in the minutes leading up to this moment would do nothing to fill the gap in her life that her squad—her family—left behind. The terror she saw in the eyes of these men in their final moments, while welcome at first, started to bother her now that anger no longer blurred her vision.

In these last moments, Seza fell so far away from everything Krueger shared with her. She was an Angel of Death, so unlike the man she so deeply admired and loved.

She felt no vindication or sense of victory, only a calm certainty that Krueger was right, and that this moment would haunt her for the rest of her life.

The chatter of AK fire in the hallway snapped her back to the moment, and the bullets tearing through the door behind her drove her to seek cover behind the bed. She cursed herself for allowing the soldiers to arm themselves—she was supposed to blow the armory sooner.

Krueger, she thought, would have kept her focused were he here.

She fumbled for the detonator in her jacket pocket, braced herself for the shockwave, and hit the trigger. In that instant the flash and roar of the exploding munitions illuminated the night as the shockwave shattered the compound’s windows, sending a blizzard of glass shards into the soldiers in the hallway.

The window in San Boran’s room, though not facing the explosion, didn’t stand up to the blast either, and Seza absorbed the full impact of the shockwave as it entered the room and disoriented her. She struggled to reclaim her balance as she stood up and staggered back towards the door. If she hurried, she thought, she could still meet Krueger at the air strip before the transport left Tây Ninh.

She carefully placed her steps over the bodies of the soldiers in the hallway. A few yards from San Boran’s room her attention was stolen by a faint crackle outside. She turned her head to see orbs of bright light scattered throughout the base, and identified plumes of dense white smoke coming from them.

Seza shot backward toward the wall, realizing she was looking at the rest of the white phosphorus munitions that hadn’t been used on the resistance the night before.

She covered her mouth and nose as she scrambled deeper into the command building, as far away from the windows and surviving soldiers as she could go, and retreated an emergency bunker at the heart of the building. She pushed the door shut behind her and leaned against it, sliding down to have a seat on the floor.

She wrapped her arms around her knees and rested her head on her forearms as her adrenaline filtered out of her bloodstream. As much as she tried to fight it, she couldn’t stop the tears as soon as the first one escaped.

But the grief she felt for her fallen squad mates and the realization of what she did to those men were nothing compared to what she soon realized—by the time it was safe for her to leave the bunker, the only other person on Earth who understood her would be long gone, scattered to the wind in any of a thousand directions. She was alone, and likely would be for the rest of her days. She sobbed mournfully into her own arms as she lay on the floor, offering apologies to Krueger as if he were in the room with her to hear them.

 ~~~~

The hope drained from Krueger as the minutes since speaking to Seza over the phone turned into hours. He took one final look at his watch before wistfully gathering his duffel and heading to the aircraft bay doors.

The pilot looked him over. “How many?” he asked.

“Just me,” Krueger croaked. He looked over his shoulder in the direction of Firebase Ash. “I’m all that’s left.”

The pilot remembered taking six of them across the border a few days ago. He broke eye contact and reached into his inside jacket pocket to retrieve a photo. “My condolences,” he sympathized, handing it to Krueger. He turned back and headed toward the cockpit.

Krueger looked down at the photograph in his hands, which he had the pilot take just days before at the same location. He knew he would treasure the memory for the rest of his life as he stepped aboard the aircraft and settled in for the trip back to Hanoi.

 ~~~~

Seza emerged from the Command Building the following morning, her uniform stained brown with hours-old blood. She scanned the clearing before her—like the last time she loosed the pyrophoric weapons on a target the floor around her was scattered with the charred remains of both people and the infrastructure they once inhabited. She made an effort not to look too hard at the carbonized mounds around her while she scanned the horizon, and found what appeared to be an intact four-by-four in the distance, far enough away from the fires that its fuel remained intact.

She made her way to the vehicle and inspected it for damage, then got into the car’s driver seat and started the engine. She let it hum for a moment before putting it into gear and heading toward the front gate of Firebase Ash. She crashed through the gate and headed out into the unknown, unsure of what the future would bring, but knowing that she would have to find the strength to face it on her own from now on.

Rego Park, six miles southeast of Manhattan, present day.

“Sorry I’m late,” Khai said as Krueger let her into his home. She placed her weekend bag by the door and tiptoed up to kiss him hello. “I hope we can still salvage the evening.”

“Of course we can,” Krueger replied, taking her coat and scarf. “It’s just dinner and movies, there’s nothing formal about tonight, or anything for the rest of the weekend.”

Khai mused a little at the prospect of a real weekend getaway, her first since the death of Simon Wells. “Informal fun is just what I need right now,” she said. “I’ll try my best to not let work get in the way.” She took a few steps deeper into the living area and leaned on the back of a couch to face him. “Is it weird that I’m still nervous about meeting Emma and your daughter tomorrow?”

“You shouldn’t be,” he grinned. “I’m sure they’ll love you.”

“If not, then at least it’s at the High Line. A public place, where they can’t make too much of a scene.”

“Come now,” Krueger teased. “You’re the scariest woman in the Five Boroughs. What will your rivals say if they found out you were fearful of an eighteen year old girl and her mother?”

“Shut up!” she laughed, getting off the couch to hit him playfully. Her attention was drawn to a row of framed photographs sitting on top of his mantelpiece. “I hadn’t noticed these before..! May I?”

“By all means.”

Khai stepped up to survey the framed photos of him with his son, the ones with his daughter, and paused at a picture of what she assumed was his other family. She picked the framed photo up off the mantelpiece to examine it and confirm her theory. In it there were six people dressed in tiger stripe camouflage BDUs posing by the open bay doors of what looked like a cargo plane or helicopter. She scanned the figures and, after some scrutiny, found Krueger’s bearded face among them tilted slightly upward mid-nod with dark sunglasses and a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. Immediately to his left in the photo she recognized Seza, a beaming smile spread across her face.

She correctly deduced it was Amur Company, and noted the handwritten text in the corner. “Rain makers and life takers,” she read. “Tây Ninh, 2012.” She looked back up at Krueger and offered him a grin. “It’s weird seeing Seza smile like that.”

“If you think that’s odd,” he jested, “you should have seen my hair.”

“What,” she teased. “Were you rocking a man bun behind that smirk?”

“I think they called it a ‘messy pony tail?’ It just made sense to keep it out of my face.”

“What??” she laughed. “No way..! I’d actually like to see that someday.”

“It’ll be a while before it gets that long again,” he chuckled. He looked at the photo in her hand. “The big guy next to me, leaning on the bay doorway, is Brock,” he said. “The one beside Seza, with his hand on my shoulder, is Wyatt. His other arm is around Alicia, and Jackson is at the other end.”

Khai could almost feel each of their personalities in the photo. It captured them perfectly.

“That was taken before we left for what would become our last job together,” Krueger continued, his tone growing melancholy. “And until two months ago I thought I was the only one left. I kept that photo in their memory, and would look at that photo every time I left this house for eight years, wondering if this was the day I would join them again.”

Khai put the picture back down on the mantelpiece, then reached up to cup his face with both her hands. “You don’t have to think that anymore,” she told him.

Krueger reached up to squeeze her hands. “I know,” he said. “I’ve got a left lot to live for.”

“Just being clear,” Khai said with a smirk and a quick kiss. “So,” she continued on her way towards the kitchen, “shall we get started?”

“Of course,” he said, following her. “Chicken and peppers, yes? Who’s recipe?”

“I found on the internet,” she said, inspecting Krueger’s spice cabinet. “I haven’t tried it yet so, you know… disclaimer.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fantastic,” he said. He rolled his sleeves up and retrieved the bag containing the still-marinating chicken breast from his refrigerator and placed it near the stove top for her. Then pulled a red and green pepper out of the refrigerator to place onto a cutting board next to a yellow onion. Finally he reached into his wine cabinet to retrieve a cabernet sauvignon while she took two glasses out of the cabinet.

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#fiction #original work #original content #original fiction #prose #creative writing #drama #action #thriller #romance

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Tell me about your OC's! — @i-kill-my-darlings

@i-kill-my-darlings Ohhhh boy you know exactly how to get me talking. I’ll be doing official introduction posts in the future, but this will work for now *cracks knuckles*

First and foremost, I have so many AUs that I can’t even choose what is canon anymore. Bear with me. Now, on to my first brainchild Charlie.

Full name: Charleston Grant Darling, prefers to be called Charles or Charlie

Height: 5’10”

Ethnicity: Austrian, Russian, Arabic

Gender ID: Male, He/Him

Appearance: Wide, strong shoulders; oak brown hair; widow’s peak hairline; medium-small roman nose; intense, darkest blue eyes (often mistaken for black); average cheekbones; strong jaw; thick eyebrows; close-shaven beard; DIY star tattoo on wrist from teen years, scar on collarbone; muscly boi™

Role: Everyone’s impulse control, sharpshooter, tank, human shield & wounded transport

Traits at first glance: terse, observant, standoff-ish, skeptical, talks to get the point across

Traits after earning his trust: curious, devoted, mildly humorous, values his personal space, bad with words, hard-working

Likes: jokes, thunderstorms, reading, traveling, camping, music, and foggy mornings

Dislikes: wet socks, flowers indoors, excessive heat, gambling, doctors, sitting still, coffee, and kids he says

Fears: Who says you get to know?

Weaknesses: deep water, he sinks very easily; ankles - they snag on things when he’s not paying attention; authoritative figures, climbing, when friends or significant other is threatened, flirting? flirting.

Listen, this boy just wants to be left alone with his hunting gear. All he desires is the hermit life. Trophy hunter? Check. Hired help for animals that are getting out of hand? Check. Unexpectedly and unofficially adopted as team sharpshooter? He’s convinced this is because they all suck at target practice.

He’s a horrible conversationalist unless drunk - then you can never get him to shut up.

He really wants to publish a book some day, but he’s too harsh of a judge and scraps almost everything he writes. Nobody knows he writes.

DAD FRIEND

If you ever get close enough, he smells like honey, cinnamon, and leather

*slaps roof* this bad boy can fit so much self-doubt and angst

He either overthinks to the last detail or jumps on something without considering anything - and there is no in between.

He’s the best out of the team at that soft “Hey...” when reassuring or comforting.

He does not do doctors. Bad experience with them as a kid. He will do every herbal remedy possible before being dragged to a hospital bc he put it off for so long.

“For my next trick I will disappear without an explanation”

After a scare or a fright, he sneezes.

In some AUs, an ex-soldier.

Next up: Beatrice!

Full name: Beatrice Anne Vitale, nicknames include Bea, Bess, & Bumble-Bee

Height: 5’4”

Ethnicity: Swedish, Native American, other ethnicities unknown

Gender ID: Female, She/Her

Appearance: pear-shaped, plump but strong; small shoulders; wispy, curly/wavy chestnut brown hair that’s cut to just above her shoulders; beauty marks (notably, one below her left eye & one on her neck); her eyes are bright, hazel with flecks of gray; dark-but-neat eyebrows; slightly prominent cheekbones; small chin; button nose; heart-shaped lips that are naturally pink; burn scar on right wrist and large birthmark covering her left thigh.

Role: Healer, slaps others when they need a slapping and apologizes directly afterwards, sneak/stealth ninja

Traits at first glance: quiet, painfully polite, passive, timid

Traits after getting to know her: cheery, energetic, relatively talkative, stubborn af

Likes: lilies, lavender, quiet, strawberries, pumpkin-flavored foods, making her own decisions, snow, autumn, she loves cows, chilly weather, dancing

Dislikes: being told what to do, drunk people, strange bugs, sweating, being rude, being underestimated, talking to others in front of her family, being laughed at, small talk, when people cry, unnecessary drama, obligations, and being called “cute”

Fears: not fulfilling her goals, loud noises, crowded places, frogs, having children/being pregnant, and being rejected

Weaknesses: cannot flirt to save her life, terrible liar, combat, public speaking, confrontation, gullible

Her parents are ridiculously overbearing. She just wants to make her own decisions - routine is nice, but not for your entire life.

When she’s nervous she fidgets with her hair or tugs on her earlobes

She smells of lavender and ink

When she’s excited about something, her words tend to run together and gradually increase in volume.

Even though she’s terrible in combat and fights in general, she keeps a surprisingly level head and doesn’t panic.

If you make her angry enough she’ll give you the silent treatment - usually after a good shouting row first

Just like Charlie, she’s clueless with flirting. If you’re nice to her, she assumes that you want to be friends and goes along with it. She’ll only get the hint if you actually kiss her or tell her outright. Too bad Gideon can’t work up the balls.

Speaking of which: Gideon!

Full name: Gideon Faye Miles

Height: 6’2”

Ethnicity: Scottish, Spanish, & Portuguese

Gender ID: Male, He/Him

Appearance: Average build; ashen blond/red hair tied back in a pony tail; hazy brown eyes w/ a patch of sky blue under his left iris; freckles all over; his face is narrow but attractive; average cheekbones; sharp chin; a soul patch

Role: the one that plows in headfirst and does rash things without consulting everyone else first - wannabe leader, but let’s be real here this team is a collective effort

Traits at first glance: annoying, full of himself, lucky, debonair, airy, stuck up

Traits after you get to know him: inventive, fair, lively, organized, committed

Likes: finding ways to make others smile, babies!!!, cherries, meteorology, sailing, messes (so he can clean them), cleaning, braiding everyones’ hair

Dislikes: harsh winds, unloyal spouses/dating partners, bad/cheap shoes that make his feet ache, hammocks, wind chimes, tedious tasks (Beatrice gets him to detangle her yarn as punishment), mushrooms

Fears: tiny spaces/crawlspaces, skunks, getting sick, making a decision/mistake that wrecks everything/puts his team in danger, freezing to death

Weaknesses: randomly zones out when being spoken to/doesn’t listen, the team is positive that his cause of death will be competitiveness, he’s horrible at adapting to last minute changes

He smells clean. Like freshly watered plants and sudsy soap.

He has the unfortunate habit of forgetting his drink is full and ends up soaking himself. The team buys him a sippy cup as a joke but he secretly loves it and uses it all the time.

He is the epitome of a guy being perfectly at peace with his feminine side and still feeling masculine/comfortable af.

Shaming? What’s that?

He’s always wearing his brown leather coat (appearance varies in AUs, but he always has it regardless)

He takes it as a personal challenge to sit in chairs in any way but the normal way. His favorite pose is the lounging monarch.

He cannot write well in print, but his cursive is lovely.

Loves being lazy and brags about his inability to get fat.

This boy will puppy-eye beg any girl he meets to give him the same killer manicure they have.

“Look! Twinsies!”

He would absolutely jump on the latest tiktok trend of swapping clothes with the girls and so help him he will summon a demon to get Charlie to do it with him

#ask #oc info #Charlie #Beatrice #Gideon #This is just the main trio #I still have Milo and Lottie to add but I want to flesh them out a bit more #ocs

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Insulin Resistance~ An Equine Epidemic ~

Insulin Resistance~ An Equine Epidemic ~

Insulin Resistance (IR) falls under the umbrella of Equine Metabolic Syndrome and describes a metabolic problem caused by high sugar diets and a lack of exercise. IR causes weight gain, hormone imbalances, poor immunity, and laminitis. Eventually, if left unchecked, most cases will progress into Cushing’s Disease (PPID).

IR is now a wide-spread problem and is being diagnosed in record numbers even in our younger horses. It is estimated that up to 40% of domestic horses are overweight and 30% have been diagnosed with IR.

What Is Insulin Resistance?

IR occurs as a result of over-feeding unsuitable feeds and unrestricted grass grazing, mostly combined with a lack of exercise. Not very different from people. When blood sugar rises after eating, insulin is secreted by the pancreas to open up glucose receptors in the muscles and liver. This transports the sugars out of the blood and into the tissues for energy or for storage. Normally sugars are stored in the muscles and liver as glycogen – the storage form of sugar – from where they are converted back into sugar and released into the blood when needed for energy. However, when the muscles and liver storage depots are full the receptors will no longer respond to insulin and will therefore not open to allow the sugars entry into the tissues. At this point the insulin production will continue to rise in an effort to keep signaling the receptors to open.

Sugars which cannot be stored as glycogen must now convert to fat or triglycerides resulting, of course, in weight gain and sometimes a fatty liver, especially in Minnies, ponies, and donkeys. In time, blood sugar and insulin imbalances also disrupt the adrenals, thyroid and pituitary as they work harder to regulate the insulin levels and the disruption to the metabolism. These imbalances along with low levels of dopamine eventually progress to Cushing’s disease (PPID).

Signs & Symptoms of IR

The changes in insulin levels, hormones, and metabolism are responsible for a number of symptoms. These include:

Fatigue

Increased thirst

Increased urination

Poor immunity

General inflammation

Body soreness

Laminitis – particularly if the high sugar diet is combined with poor trimming practices which are very common.

Why Is My Horse Hangry?

Leptin, a hormone released from fat cells, sends signals to the hypothalamus in the brain to tell the brain that the body is full of food. It is therefore called the satiety hormone because it inhibits hunger and regulates energy levels by only triggering hunger when it needs energy. Therefore, the primary purpose of leptin is to help the body maintain normal weight; it is the master hormone of body fat regulation.

When levels of this hormone fall, it sends a starvation alarm to the brain triggering huge increases in appetite and food cravings – usually sugar, as well as an increase in fat storage. It also reduces the motivation to exercise and decreases the resting metabolism which slows weight loss. And it makes them irritable.

And while overweight horses may have enough leptin, many of them have become “leptin resistant” (LR); like insulin resistance the body becomes resistant to any hormones which are excessively high. This is part of a defense mechanism to protect the body’s metabolism. Once a horse is leptin resistant the fat cells as well as the brain are no longer receiving the leptin signal to burn fat or to stop eating. This causes the brain to think that it needs to conserve energy because it is missing fat, so the horses become lazier and heavier.

The Easy Keepers

The horses most at-risk for weight gain are the ‘easy keeping’ breeds: ponies such as Shetlands and Welsh Mountain ponies, Minnies, Icelandics, Arabs, Mustangs, Morgans, draft horses and gaited horses. Although to be honest, almost all breeds are susceptible now because of the domestic environment that we have forced them into. IR is now even seen in both recreational horses and performance horses.

Easy keepers are easy because their ancestry and metabolism is adapted for survival in harsh, low nutrient environments rather than lush sugar-laden pastures with oats for dessert. The over-weight horse standing knee-deep in a lush grass field with no reason to walk or run, other than to graze and saunter over to the water trough is a classic image.

For our early equine ancestors, EMS was actually a survival mechanism to endure seasons of food shortages whereby hormone fluctuations, especially insulin, acted to slow down metabolism. This ensured that they could rely on less fuel as a way of survival.

In addition, the ubiquitous easy-keeping ponies and donkeys found in back yards everywhere appears to be caused by their ability to absorb more sugar than larger horses. This is thought to be a result of the “thrifty gene” which means that in order to survive starvation in the wild they have learned to absorb sugar, store fats, and slow down metabolism. And the sugar receptors in their livers and muscles don’t seem as receptive to opening to allow the sugar entry from the blood. So, the smaller equines have to produce more insulin (insulin opens the receptors) to try and activate those resistant receptors. This receptor mechanism is true for all IR horses mind you, no matter the size.

Senior horses are also prone to IR which is to be expected since their overall metabolic rate is lower, their stress coping abilities are reduced, and their hormones are no longer as efficient.

Not all overweight horses and ponies have IR, but all IR horses and ponies are prone to weight gain.

If walking around a grass field to graze is the only exercise your horses and ponies get, especially given their high sugar grass diets, excess weight gain and its ill health effects are a certainty, not a possibility. And the grazing horse in domestic pastures cannot be compared to horses walking in the mountains foraging on native grasses. Our grass is no longer natural and is not the best thing for a horse, as we once believed.

Lifestyle Changes for Insulin Resistant Horses

1. Exercise is critical in helping your horse overcome weight gain, LR and IR. Horses should be encouraged to exercise a minimum of 2-3 times per week through hand-walking or jogging, light riding, ponying, liberty work, or playing with other horses. Studies show that within three weeks of regular exercise the number of insulin receptors can quadruple. In addition, regular exercise increases the metabolism, accelerates weight loss, improves the immune system, contributes to mental well-being, and is critical to maintain healthy hooves.

2. Use slow feeders so that they do not run out of hay at any given time and always have something to nibble at. Slow feeders help horses stabilize blood sugar, reduce stress levels, relieve boredom, improve digestion, and promote weight loss. Many times, people want to restrict an IR horse from eating by feeding them more infrequently and reducing their quantities of hay. However, anytime that a horse gets hungry and cannot graze, forage or nibble, their stress levels rise and so do their stress hormones. These hormone imbalances cause the adrenal glands to produce higher cortisol levels, increases weight gain, increases inflammation, depresses the immune system, and disturbs the metabolic hormones including insulin and leptin. When leptin levels drop due to lack of food, it triggers extreme hunger. Restricted feeding also adversely affects digestion resulting in more cases of acidity and/or colic. See our selection of Slow Feeders here.

The Insulin Resistant Diet

Eliminate all high sugar feeds including grains, oats, corn, and barley.

Eliminate or drastically reduce grass grazing.

Eliminate all commercial feeds which often contain unhealthy by-products and ingredients that can drive inflammation.

Ensure the hay is low sugar and low fructan. Feed in slow hay feeders.

Increase fibre and protein, both of which help to decrease the absorption of sugars from the intestines into the blood. For added fibre add two cups of soaked beet pulp with one cup of alfalfa pellets or a pound or two of soaked alfalfa cubes. Ensure that your horses are able to tolerate these food groups.

Feed Helpful Supplements

Pro-Colon

– ¼ tsp daily

Provides probiotics and prebiotics to support digestion and nutrient absorption. Maintains a healthy intestinal immune system

Metabolism Drops

One dose (5-10 sprays) daily for 21 days, or as needed

A homeopathic remedy for easy keepers to support normal sugar metabolism, blood sugar, and weight. Maintains a normal appetite in overly hunger horses.

Vitamin B6

– 1 tsp daily (= 750 mg)

Supports sugar metabolism, healthy weight, and insulin levels. Maintains hormone balance and healthy thyroid function.

Vitamin B12

- 1 tsp daily (= 6,000 mcg)

Supports carbohydrate metabolism, liver function, and a healthy nervous system. Maintains energy levels and a healthy hindgut.

Take Our EMS Course – Resolving Equine Metabolic Syndrome

This course will walk you through the process of formulating a specific feed, remedy, and supplement program for all EMS conditions including Insulin Resistance (IR), Cushing’s Syndrome (PPID), and Polysaccharide Storage Myopathy (PSSM). You will learn strategies for prevention, recovery, and maintenance.

This is a self-paced short course available at any time.

More Info: www.elishaedwards.com

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By: Marijke van de Water, B.Sc., DHMS

Equine Health & Nutrition Specialist Homeopathic Practitioner Medical Intuitive & Healer Educator & Author

Marijke is a life-long horse lover, the author of the best-selling Healing Horses Their Way, and the founder, formulator, and CEO of Riva’s Remedies. She is a gifted healer who helps horses, and their people, from around the world live happier, healthier lives.

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other horses I have ridden/known:

-Sooner, very tall bay quarter horse who I won a fancy first place ribbon on at a for fun horse camp show

-Waspy, kind grey gelding who always had the Floppy Lip

-Penny, a bay dun quarter pony my sister and I half-leased, so we went out to ride a few times a week. She taught me a lot of things about bucking, bolting, and general naughtiness, plus she was the first horse I ever rode bareback

-Awesome, INCREDIBLY ANGRY stall sour horse that I never rode but always tried to befriend like my little pre-teen brain wanted to be like those horse girl movies where I bonded with the angry asshole horse and they gave him to me or something

-Omar, bay Arab cross with a cribbing habit and I don’t remember him much frankly but he was a good boy

-this one liver chestnut horse I forget the name of who was a youngster and I’d always hang out with and pet and feed carrots and who nickered softly to me sometimes and I thought that meant we had some kind of Soul Bond or something

-Legend, bay quarter horse who I first learned to jump bigger than baby crossrails on

-Tieko, dapple grey medicine hat draft cross, my very first full lease horse. essentially had the personality and looks of a chunky husky. some lady fell in love with him and bought him and his owners had to break the lease and teen me wrote some emo poetry about that I think. but he also was really fat, broke my hand once, could not do circles, and one time cut himself in the pasture and his leg swelled up twice its size and I had to come out and rub ice on it for two weeks every day but anyway

-Ghost, greying leopard appy/arab cross and my second full lease horse, a very spooky, stubborn boy, taught me a lot about patience, conquering fears and was a good friend in some of the shittiest times of my life. sadly, he died in a paddock accident not long after i left that barn. I loved that boy very much.

#anyway this blog is horse themed these past few days idk

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Happy 7th birthday to my fat Arab pony! 💕

#mine #amera

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So, the little nugget has had a big three weeks. First numnah then numnah with the surcingle added, which he couldn’t be less fussed about, first walks out on his own without Abba, which we’re working on slowly, first trail ride coming by and he had his second farrier visit. 

Given this we haven’t had so many long walks, as well, baby brain which has resulted in the nugget being very keen to be out of the field and as Dakota is out of AHS and back in work and I am riding her, he is learning to break my heart by standing forlornly at the gate as his human betrays him. This is despite his new best friends best efforts to get him to play - the little silver dapple filly Shakira. 

Given this tonight I went out, hauled him out the field and had to inform Shakira repeatedly she could not break out of the gate, as she managed twice yesterday, once with the farrier not locking it and once by breaking the chain on the gate completely free. Dallas got a short walk as the cows are out and about and oh so scary, and with just the two of us, and being early evening, I figured safety wise we should rather head back for the car and field than risk him having a fit further out and breaking free as he is getting rather large and strong. 

We spent a good half an hour just grooming formally with the halter on, working on standing nicely having his foot picked not squiggling and brushing out his mane and tail. Then we spent another 40mins or so in the field with him at liberty but glued to my side, working on no do not crowd the human and bonding over grooming as he loves scratches and snuggles and I cannot say no to that face. 

Ultimately I can be completely biased in saying I have the cutest, gentlest giant little man out there who I could not adore more and that I could not be luckier to have a foal who abandons his mom to wait at the gate for me and will actively ask the other horses to leave us so we can hang out. 

On another note, Abba has me in stitches as when I come out to the farm without Kate, she has decided I am now baby fodder and not worth energy to come up to for snacks anymore. 

Horses are the best. 

#the independent boy #perde op die plaas #love him #the fat arab pony

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If you truly feel uneasy after ingestion jamun, drink buttermilk to which some salt was added or eat dried ginger, amla. Date is sweet, tasty and gourmand fruit high of calcium, calcium, phosphor, magnesium and essential vitamins to body wellness. Wholesome food needed to have the ability to follow your ribs.

Men and women who consume more fruits and veggies tend to lose more fat than people who have less of these nutritious foods, as found by a study posted in "diet analysis " in April 2008. Maintaining off higher cholesterol foods will be able to help you improve digestion process of your own body effortlessly.

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Well known nut types are seeing the same constructive eating styles found everywhere at the produce section, such as convenience and healthier snacking. In Qatar, and most regions of the Arab environment, it is common to break up your fast by eating a few dates I needed to make sure I had some available.

Pony tail (Bottle) Palm timber - Beaucamea recurvata Often called the Elephant Foot palm tree, the Ponytail (Bottle) palm tree, Beaucamea recurvata, grows a swollen base, shaped as a cologne bottle with a narrow neck that correlates to the trunk capped using a canopy of (pony-tail ) leaves.

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As stated by growers and manufacturers, dried fruit baskets have jumped recently on account of the quantity of time an individual can choose to absorb the dehydrated product and still have it taste just as yummy as the day it came. Never ever eat fruits with your principal meal; this can lead to severe acid and digestive dilemma as fruits tend to be mildly acidic in character.

The men and women in the lands in which date palms develop say these bushes needs to continue to keep their feet soaked as well as their minds tender. Red dates will be probably the most frequently applied food for enriching your blood, consuming raw reddish dates or soaking them in the beverage can get the optimal/optimally influence.

Fruits should be eaten while in the early hours, since this aids in detoxification and helps in fat loss even though these gains can be obtained from eating fruits at any moment during daily, morning is also thought to be the perfect time to allow them to have their best outcome.

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