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"There is a law in life. Things often happen far too fast and spontaneous. No matter how much one wants to be in charge and have everything under control, life will throw something at you that will simply kick you off road. It is up to you to crawl back and continue.... or simply stay in the roadside ditch and give up."

Catching one of the last green and sunny days before autumn would coat the land in its golden hues, Horatio decided to spend the time well to work on a little side-project of his. He was bitten quite bad by the adventure-bug which rose a certain urge to try his hand in endurance. He realized he got the skill, was equipped with the needed knowledge to survive and train a horse in a fitting manner, of course far from being a pro but it was a start, and the desire to get out there and break the laws and regulations of his life a little. Mostly known for his more classy/fancy appearances one could easily forget that he was a hard-working part of his finca and Santos' hacienda whenever his schedule allowed. This would not stop him to keep wearing his shirts for such work though instead of switching to working clothes. "Style does not determine workforce" he'd say.

His endurance prospect was his beloved Admiralskaya mare Muorica, which he received at the Imperial Winter Dressage . Originally there was a plan of training her in Dressage too, like Alvorada, but something just didn't really click with him. After a lot of work, both in bonding-time and discipline exploration, it was clear they would find their joy elsewhere. And this they did when the endurance training began. Mourica combined so many aspects he desired in a partner horse for the outdoors. She tackled some situations and paths, or rather lack of paths, with such cleverness and willpower that left Horatio absolutely baffled. As a vaquero he knew how to get horses fit for the work outside but seeing her think ahead, in a good way, like that was more than promising. Whenever time allowed it he would pack his things for a longer endurance trip around the area. What started with a day or two soon became more. Not only in distance...

Some would definitely deem the whole survival urge more like a mid-life crisis decision (if only they knew how far he actually was from a midlife. The crisis part however came in form of different news).

Time was running fast since the Olympics. Faster than sand vanishing through one's fingers. But it wasn't the urgency of time Horatio felt since the last days. Despite its grandeur and how important this event was, there was something so much more vital going on behind the scenes. At this point though he wasn't aware how big of a role he would play in all this, or how big this thing on its own even was. Returning home with the knowledge that close friends were even closer than expected was overwhelming, but also saddening. Little did most know that, despite feeling absolutely welcome in their respective families and having many wonderful children of his own, Horatio struggled with a deeply ingrained loneliness when it came to his family, respectively his parents. He had little knowledge of his ancestry, or even direct family, due to his parents being, in his eyes, quite secretive about it. There were tales and fables, stories he could not clearly connect, but that's it. Since they left the finca for a last final travel around the globe he felt the weight of this burden more and more.

At least until an unfortunate event brought in some visitors with knowledge that ripped the floor away under him. What is known as the finca nowadays is actually just a small area nestled into the massive walls of a former military fort. Its port is, due to its position at the cliffside, used by all kind of seafarers as a safe haven, a place to rest and to stock up on supplies, repair their ships, trade or get the latest info. Everybody was welcome as long as they adhered to a certain "code". With his mother being the former keeper of this place Horatio followed into her footsteps. When meeting an older acquaintance of hers he greeted them with the expected warmth of the fort.... only to be confronted with the information that said acquaintance was expected to be greeted by his aunt, more clearly, Horatio's mother. One could imagine how difficult it was for Horatio to digest that this man was addressing his mother by that, which made him in turn his cousin. As if to make matters worse there were two other seafarers present which in term added to this whole family mystery by showing some kind of relation of their own. Horatio was more than baffled. So much that he couldn't even take in the joy this also brought into his, and probably, their lives.

Despite his newfound cousin deciding to stay and help with all of this there where a bunch of thoughts again and again running through his mind:

He had family? Direct family? Why did nobody ever care to tell him? And what was it lately with family members reuniting left and right?

If this was something he would have to carry on his own, Horatio would not feel pressured, but the upcoming events all seemed to tie into whatever heavenly scheme was running at this moment and he was aware he had to talk with souls dear to him about this. The upcoming Golden Hunt was the perfect chance.... if only he could muster the courage to tackle this topic.

Little did he know that there was far more on the horizon....

A little throwback to the time between Olympics and Imperial's Golden Hunt with some additional info to the plot which in turn influences the next parts of his story (and something else XP ).

...man... when I did the sketch of this piece I wasn't even close to understanding what the heck was going on. I knew the setting, knew that it was to show that those two did quite a bit of work "undercover". But I was not in the slightest expecting that this whole thing was overcast by such a mood.
Well, what can you say, our dear charas sometimes have their own plans, don't they?

art, Horatio, Muorica by Bloodwine-tales

Description

"There is a law in life. Things often happen far too fast and spontaneous. No matter how much one wants to be in charge and have everything under control, life will throw something at you that will simply kick you off road. It is up to you to crawl back and continue.... or simply stay in the roadside ditch and give up."

Catching one of the last green and sunny days before autumn would coat the land in its golden hues, Horatio decided to spend the time well to work on a little side-project of his. He was bitten quite bad by the adventure-bug which rose a certain urge to try his hand in endurance. He realized he got the skill, was equipped with the needed knowledge to survive and train a horse in a fitting manner, of course far from being a pro but it was a start, and the desire to get out there and break the laws and regulations of his life a little. Mostly known for his more classy/fancy appearances one could easily forget that he was a hard-working part of his finca and Santos' hacienda whenever his schedule allowed. This would not stop him to keep wearing his shirts for such work though instead of switching to working clothes. "Style does not determine workforce" he'd say.

His endurance prospect was his beloved Admiralskaya mare Muorica, which he received at the Imperial Winter Dressage . Originally there was a plan of training her in Dressage too, like Alvorada, but something just didn't really click with him. After a lot of work, both in bonding-time and discipline exploration, it was clear they would find their joy elsewhere. And this they did when the endurance training began. Mourica combined so many aspects he desired in a partner horse for the outdoors. She tackled some situations and paths, or rather lack of paths, with such cleverness and willpower that left Horatio absolutely baffled. As a vaquero he knew how to get horses fit for the work outside but seeing her think ahead, in a good way, like that was more than promising. Whenever time allowed it he would pack his things for a longer endurance trip around the area. What started with a day or two soon became more. Not only in distance...

Some would definitely deem the whole survival urge more like a mid-life crisis decision (if only they knew how far he actually was from a midlife. The crisis part however came in form of different news).

Time was running fast since the Olympics. Faster than sand vanishing through one's fingers. But it wasn't the urgency of time Horatio felt since the last days. Despite its grandeur and how important this event was, there was something so much more vital going on behind the scenes. At this point though he wasn't aware how big of a role he would play in all this, or how big this thing on its own even was. Returning home with the knowledge that close friends were even closer than expected was overwhelming, but also saddening. Little did most know that, despite feeling absolutely welcome in their respective families and having many wonderful children of his own, Horatio struggled with a deeply ingrained loneliness when it came to his family, respectively his parents. He had little knowledge of his ancestry, or even direct family, due to his parents being, in his eyes, quite secretive about it. There were tales and fables, stories he could not clearly connect, but that's it. Since they left the finca for a last final travel around the globe he felt the weight of this burden more and more.

At least until an unfortunate event brought in some visitors with knowledge that ripped the floor away under him. What is known as the finca nowadays is actually just a small area nestled into the massive walls of a former military fort. Its port is, due to its position at the cliffside, used by all kind of seafarers as a safe haven, a place to rest and to stock up on supplies, repair their ships, trade or get the latest info. Everybody was welcome as long as they adhered to a certain "code". With his mother being the former keeper of this place Horatio followed into her footsteps. When meeting an older acquaintance of hers he greeted them with the expected warmth of the fort.... only to be confronted with the information that said acquaintance was expected to be greeted by his aunt, more clearly, Horatio's mother. One could imagine how difficult it was for Horatio to digest that this man was addressing his mother by that, which made him in turn his cousin. As if to make matters worse there were two other seafarers present which in term added to this whole family mystery by showing some kind of relation of their own. Horatio was more than baffled. So much that he couldn't even take in the joy this also brought into his, and probably, their lives.

Despite his newfound cousin deciding to stay and help with all of this there where a bunch of thoughts again and again running through his mind:

He had family? Direct family? Why did nobody ever care to tell him? And what was it lately with family members reuniting left and right?

If this was something he would have to carry on his own, Horatio would not feel pressured, but the upcoming events all seemed to tie into whatever heavenly scheme was running at this moment and he was aware he had to talk with souls dear to him about this. The upcoming Golden Hunt was the perfect chance.... if only he could muster the courage to tackle this topic.

Little did he know that there was far more on the horizon....

A little throwback to the time between Olympics and Imperial's Golden Hunt with some additional info to the plot which in turn influences the next parts of his story (and something else XP ).

...man... when I did the sketch of this piece I wasn't even close to understanding what the heck was going on. I knew the setting, knew that it was to show that those two did quite a bit of work "undercover". But I was not in the slightest expecting that this whole thing was overcast by such a mood.
Well, what can you say, our dear charas sometimes have their own plans, don't they?

art, Horatio, Muorica by Bloodwine-tales