I am horse...
A black Arabian stallion reared up onto his hind legs, pawing at the air with his hooves, neighing sharply. He did this several times, dancing on the spot a little in an effort to keep balance before he dropped back down to all fours and took off at a flat-out run, tail carried like a flag.
Today was a day for shapeshifting, not arms practise, and he was outside mastering his horse-shape.
Turn, twist, turn again. Run. Jump. Kick.
Rear up and let everyone know he was here and not to be messed-about with.
He was not just a horse he was an Arabian and in his mind he was better than a horse. After all what creature could be more magnificent than an Arabian horse?
Again he took off, running, running, with a speed that would make a believer out of those people who did not believe the legend of how Allah had created the horse out of the winds with His own hand.
Flight without wings. Drinker of the winds.
He devoured ground with each stride, looping the lake with ease, only stopping when he'd reached his starting point, now lathered with sweat.
This was the best of all, he noted as he walked about to cool himself down.
When cooled down enough he trotted towards the lake and entered it, continuing on until he wasn't walking but swimming. And he did that with grace and ease, relishing the feel of cool water about his body.
What he could have to stay this way forever!
Today was a day for shapeshifting, not arms practise, and he was outside mastering his horse-shape.
Turn, twist, turn again. Run. Jump. Kick.
Rear up and let everyone know he was here and not to be messed-about with.
He was not just a horse he was an Arabian and in his mind he was better than a horse. After all what creature could be more magnificent than an Arabian horse?
Again he took off, running, running, with a speed that would make a believer out of those people who did not believe the legend of how Allah had created the horse out of the winds with His own hand.
Flight without wings. Drinker of the winds.
He devoured ground with each stride, looping the lake with ease, only stopping when he'd reached his starting point, now lathered with sweat.
This was the best of all, he noted as he walked about to cool himself down.
When cooled down enough he trotted towards the lake and entered it, continuing on until he wasn't walking but swimming. And he did that with grace and ease, relishing the feel of cool water about his body.
What he could have to stay this way forever!