Zombiefied
Who's having a good day? That would be me. Why? I think I mentioned breifly a while ago that I made a character Stallion, for the Pride High comic. Well he is now officially in Feral Force and look what Brian Ponce drew..
It is possible I may die of happiness. So don't be put off if I become a zombie. That is all.
Read Stallions character history first for this to make any sense.
Horse Sense
When you reason with a horse, he'll participate because he wants to. Not because he's forced to.
~ Monty Roberts
Mike leaned down looking as pitiful as possible and put his chin on Lisa’s shoulder.
“Lisa, loan me some money for lunch, I can’t find my wallet.”
Rolling her eyes, Lisa turned to James.
“Do you think his wallet actually exists? I don’t think I’ve ever seen it.”
“Hey!” Mike protested, but couldn’t deny it.
Jamie lifted his butt off the seat to reach into his pants pocket and pulled out a ten dollar note. Mike’s eyes lit up, he reached for the money but Jamie quickly pulled his hand out of reach.
“You’re buying me a meat pie and coke while you’re there, and I expect change.” He said, sternly.
Mike, grinning, leaned over to give James a thank you hug and swiped the bill from his hand as he left for the tuck shop line.
Lisa turned to her friend and resumed the conversation they had before Mike interrupted.
“The answer is no.”
“They’re gonna kill them, Lisa.”
“They’re feral animals, Jamie, you know what they do to the environment.”
“And that’s a good enough excuse for murder?”
“You’re the one who’s going to get murdered if you go through with this. If anyone found out it was you..”
“You haven’t told anyone have you?”
“You saying I can’t keep my mouth shut, who do you think I am? Mike?”
“It’s birthing season, Lisa. They chose this time specifically, because they new how easy it is to shoot and kill mares slowed by heavily pregnancy and days old foals who don’t know how to walk properly yet.”
“.... you’re parents call you’re over at my house, got it.”
To be loved by a horse, or by any animal, should fill us with awe - for we have not deserved it.
~ Marion Garretty
*weak* *hurt*
*smell people* *help?*
*water rock* *fall*
*awake!*
*back away!*
James felt warm breath on his face, nibbling at his clothes. When he opened his eyes the contact disappeared and he watched the shadowy bodies wheel back from him in fright. He was lying in a shallow puddle of muddy water. The soft mud and water had broken his fall down the side of the mountain.
*two legger* *run away*
*no* *people*
*people?* *see two legger*
*smell people*
Big watery eyes watched him from a few feet away. He didn’t move, the slightest twitch and they would flee, he was sure. Ironic really, he’d come here to frighten them away. These voices in his head, were they voices?
“Don’t be afraid.” He cooed. “I won’t hurt you.”
*people hear?* *no hurt*
* you people* *know two legger speak?*
*you slow people* *two legger people move speak*
*no!* *two legger speak*
*stop!* *look*
James had been slowly getting to his feet. Amazed by his lack of pain from the fall. The Brumbies had noticed and stopped... talking, it seemed. Move Speak they called it. They seemed just as confused that they could understand him as he was that he could understand them.
A large brown and cream stallion came to stand in front of James, clearly guarding his band.
*you people two legger?*
James thought about the question. Two leggers were obviously humans. People seemed to be what the called themselves. He was a human horse? If he said he was human they’d probably run away without a second thought. He needed to explain somehow about the hunters.
“Yes. I’m People Two Legger. Look, I have to warn you, Two Leggers come tomorrow, they’re going to kill you, you have to leave!”
*no* *you people two legger* *kill hunter*
They thought James could stop them? They had no idea what was coming.
“No, you don’t understand. Lots and lots of two leggers are coming, with weapons, their only purpose is to kill you. I’m just one two legger, I can’t stop them.”
*no*
The stallion came forward and stuck his muzzle right in James’s face. His hot breath drying the mud on his face.
*you people two legger* *see two legger* *smell people*
And then the stallion looked right into his eyes, and James felt something within him start to come to the surface. Suddenly he was remembering things he’d never experienced, the thrill of the run, the sun on his back, the beat of his hooves. It was instinct, and it was ready to come out.
*become people*
If your horse says no, you either asked the wrong question or asked the question wrong.
~ Pat Parelli
- This is Chopper One reporting in sir, we have reached the hill and are in position. Aahh!
- Collision! Collision!! We’ve been hit! What was that!? Oh my god!
- This is ground control to Chopper One, what is your status?
- Aaaahhhhh!!!
- Chopper One, respond! Respond!
- We’re going down!
- Location?
- Ah, emergency landing secured we’re in the creek bed. Help us, please! It’s, it’s...
- Chopper One? Chopper One, please respond.
- It’s tearing out the guns with it’s teeth, it’s.. It just stomped the guns into the ground, they’re just bits of metal now. Oh my god it’s looking right at us.
- Who was it, Chopper One. Damnit, who’s attacking you!
- A monster. A big, big giant horse, sir. A stallion. It just looked at us and walked away.
- Well get over here before whatever it was comes back
- Sir? It was heading in your direction.
Your horse can only be as brave as you are.
~ Pat Parelli
So he wouldn’t be seen on the way home James followed the little creek that ran from the park along the back of the nearby properties. He took a sheet from the first available washing line, taking note of the house so he could return it later. It was well into the afternoon by the time he got back home. Dirty, thirsty, only wearing a now mud smeared sheet.
His father came through the door first, yelled into the back door for his mother who was outside with him in a flash.
“Jemma Anne Peterson! Where were you last night!?”
“Where are your clothes?”
“What’s happened to your hair?”
James raised his arms to hold off the barrage of questions. They quieted and James tried to think of a way to explain. Lie? Like he could. Oh well, there was nothing like the truth, nothing quite like this truth anyway.
“Mum. Dad. I’ve got something to tell you.” They were no doubt remembering the last time he’d uttered that particular phrase to them.
Cause your ideas to become your horse's ideas, but understand his ideas first.
~ Pat Parelli
“Mum.” Sheila looked up from the computer screen. This was James’s mother. He loved her unconditionally, just like she loved him. This shouldn’t be as hard as it was.
“Mum, my name is James, not Jemma. Please stop calling me that.”
Shiela took the hit with a nod. But there was more to come.
Suddenly James was remembering every time his mother had cuddled him close, telling him how he was her beautiful, perfect little girl. What a strong, beautiful woman he would become, how he should never change for anyone.
“I’m not your princess or the most beautiful girl in the world. I’m not your daughter, mum.”
That last one had hurt, James could see. She was getting ready to protest so he continued quickly.
“I’m your son, mum. I always have been.” His voice broke at the end. A numbing pain was building between his eyes, a sure sign of tears to come. He could see the same signs on his mothers face.
And they cried. Because they were both loosing someone. Sheila’s perfect little girl was going away.
Sheila held James tight and pulled back as she took control of her tears.
“It’s okay baby, I’m not upset with you.” He hadn’t thought she was but let her continue. She looked at him, really looked at him for the first time since James told her that he was really a boy, almost a year ago.
“You’re so handsome. My handsome boy.”
Jamie couldn’t help chuckling at his mothers words. They sounded so strange coming from her, and she knew it.
Sheila shrugged resignedly. “I’ll get used to it. I love you, honey.” She smiled at her son, and he smiled back.
“I love you too, mum.”
“Now what was I doing again?” She asked.
“Psoidon Prep School.”
“Ah, yes!” She said, and turned back to the computer.
It is possible I may die of happiness. So don't be put off if I become a zombie. That is all.
Read Stallions character history first for this to make any sense.
Horse Sense
When you reason with a horse, he'll participate because he wants to. Not because he's forced to.
~ Monty Roberts
Mike leaned down looking as pitiful as possible and put his chin on Lisa’s shoulder.
“Lisa, loan me some money for lunch, I can’t find my wallet.”
Rolling her eyes, Lisa turned to James.
“Do you think his wallet actually exists? I don’t think I’ve ever seen it.”
“Hey!” Mike protested, but couldn’t deny it.
Jamie lifted his butt off the seat to reach into his pants pocket and pulled out a ten dollar note. Mike’s eyes lit up, he reached for the money but Jamie quickly pulled his hand out of reach.
“You’re buying me a meat pie and coke while you’re there, and I expect change.” He said, sternly.
Mike, grinning, leaned over to give James a thank you hug and swiped the bill from his hand as he left for the tuck shop line.
Lisa turned to her friend and resumed the conversation they had before Mike interrupted.
“The answer is no.”
“They’re gonna kill them, Lisa.”
“They’re feral animals, Jamie, you know what they do to the environment.”
“And that’s a good enough excuse for murder?”
“You’re the one who’s going to get murdered if you go through with this. If anyone found out it was you..”
“You haven’t told anyone have you?”
“You saying I can’t keep my mouth shut, who do you think I am? Mike?”
“It’s birthing season, Lisa. They chose this time specifically, because they new how easy it is to shoot and kill mares slowed by heavily pregnancy and days old foals who don’t know how to walk properly yet.”
“.... you’re parents call you’re over at my house, got it.”
To be loved by a horse, or by any animal, should fill us with awe - for we have not deserved it.
~ Marion Garretty
*weak* *hurt*
*smell people* *help?*
*water rock* *fall*
*awake!*
*back away!*
James felt warm breath on his face, nibbling at his clothes. When he opened his eyes the contact disappeared and he watched the shadowy bodies wheel back from him in fright. He was lying in a shallow puddle of muddy water. The soft mud and water had broken his fall down the side of the mountain.
*two legger* *run away*
*no* *people*
*people?* *see two legger*
*smell people*
Big watery eyes watched him from a few feet away. He didn’t move, the slightest twitch and they would flee, he was sure. Ironic really, he’d come here to frighten them away. These voices in his head, were they voices?
“Don’t be afraid.” He cooed. “I won’t hurt you.”
*people hear?* *no hurt*
* you people* *know two legger speak?*
*you slow people* *two legger people move speak*
*no!* *two legger speak*
*stop!* *look*
James had been slowly getting to his feet. Amazed by his lack of pain from the fall. The Brumbies had noticed and stopped... talking, it seemed. Move Speak they called it. They seemed just as confused that they could understand him as he was that he could understand them.
A large brown and cream stallion came to stand in front of James, clearly guarding his band.
*you people two legger?*
James thought about the question. Two leggers were obviously humans. People seemed to be what the called themselves. He was a human horse? If he said he was human they’d probably run away without a second thought. He needed to explain somehow about the hunters.
“Yes. I’m People Two Legger. Look, I have to warn you, Two Leggers come tomorrow, they’re going to kill you, you have to leave!”
*no* *you people two legger* *kill hunter*
They thought James could stop them? They had no idea what was coming.
“No, you don’t understand. Lots and lots of two leggers are coming, with weapons, their only purpose is to kill you. I’m just one two legger, I can’t stop them.”
*no*
The stallion came forward and stuck his muzzle right in James’s face. His hot breath drying the mud on his face.
*you people two legger* *see two legger* *smell people*
And then the stallion looked right into his eyes, and James felt something within him start to come to the surface. Suddenly he was remembering things he’d never experienced, the thrill of the run, the sun on his back, the beat of his hooves. It was instinct, and it was ready to come out.
*become people*
If your horse says no, you either asked the wrong question or asked the question wrong.
~ Pat Parelli
- This is Chopper One reporting in sir, we have reached the hill and are in position. Aahh!
- Collision! Collision!! We’ve been hit! What was that!? Oh my god!
- This is ground control to Chopper One, what is your status?
- Aaaahhhhh!!!
- Chopper One, respond! Respond!
- We’re going down!
- Location?
- Ah, emergency landing secured we’re in the creek bed. Help us, please! It’s, it’s...
- Chopper One? Chopper One, please respond.
- It’s tearing out the guns with it’s teeth, it’s.. It just stomped the guns into the ground, they’re just bits of metal now. Oh my god it’s looking right at us.
- Who was it, Chopper One. Damnit, who’s attacking you!
- A monster. A big, big giant horse, sir. A stallion. It just looked at us and walked away.
- Well get over here before whatever it was comes back
- Sir? It was heading in your direction.
Your horse can only be as brave as you are.
~ Pat Parelli
So he wouldn’t be seen on the way home James followed the little creek that ran from the park along the back of the nearby properties. He took a sheet from the first available washing line, taking note of the house so he could return it later. It was well into the afternoon by the time he got back home. Dirty, thirsty, only wearing a now mud smeared sheet.
His father came through the door first, yelled into the back door for his mother who was outside with him in a flash.
“Jemma Anne Peterson! Where were you last night!?”
“Where are your clothes?”
“What’s happened to your hair?”
James raised his arms to hold off the barrage of questions. They quieted and James tried to think of a way to explain. Lie? Like he could. Oh well, there was nothing like the truth, nothing quite like this truth anyway.
“Mum. Dad. I’ve got something to tell you.” They were no doubt remembering the last time he’d uttered that particular phrase to them.
Cause your ideas to become your horse's ideas, but understand his ideas first.
~ Pat Parelli
“Mum.” Sheila looked up from the computer screen. This was James’s mother. He loved her unconditionally, just like she loved him. This shouldn’t be as hard as it was.
“Mum, my name is James, not Jemma. Please stop calling me that.”
Shiela took the hit with a nod. But there was more to come.
Suddenly James was remembering every time his mother had cuddled him close, telling him how he was her beautiful, perfect little girl. What a strong, beautiful woman he would become, how he should never change for anyone.
“I’m not your princess or the most beautiful girl in the world. I’m not your daughter, mum.”
That last one had hurt, James could see. She was getting ready to protest so he continued quickly.
“I’m your son, mum. I always have been.” His voice broke at the end. A numbing pain was building between his eyes, a sure sign of tears to come. He could see the same signs on his mothers face.
And they cried. Because they were both loosing someone. Sheila’s perfect little girl was going away.
Sheila held James tight and pulled back as she took control of her tears.
“It’s okay baby, I’m not upset with you.” He hadn’t thought she was but let her continue. She looked at him, really looked at him for the first time since James told her that he was really a boy, almost a year ago.
“You’re so handsome. My handsome boy.”
Jamie couldn’t help chuckling at his mothers words. They sounded so strange coming from her, and she knew it.
Sheila shrugged resignedly. “I’ll get used to it. I love you, honey.” She smiled at her son, and he smiled back.
“I love you too, mum.”
“Now what was I doing again?” She asked.
“Psoidon Prep School.”
“Ah, yes!” She said, and turned back to the computer.