#horsemanship

Took me some bloody time to achieve this work but here we fuckin are: Eomer riding Firefoot on battlefield.

The Princess of Wales during Trooping The Colour on 13 June 2026 in London, England.

Trooping The Colour is a ceremonial parade celebrating the official birthday of the British Monarch.

One time I accidentally purchased the World’s Strongest Fly Spray (it was on a good sale), promptly fumigated myself and every horsefly in a ten-mile radius with it, drew a cartoon about it, and the company saw it and liked it so much that they sent me a bunch of swag and like a gallon of fly spray and then commissioned me to draw another (anime-battle style) comic about it for an ad lol:

Normal people get sent fashion or beauty products when they feature a brand. I get sent fly spray (and I was absolutely FREAKIN PUMPED about it)

- 🐎 anon

Dear Horse Anonymous,

Thank you for writing to me, it means a lot to hear kind words from an interested party, whomever and wherever you may be, particularly on a topic so close to my heart.

You are correct in assessing that I could never feel badly towards a horse. They were merely animals, and their behaviors were responses to stimuli and to past experiences. I could never fault them or take their actions personally, as they were wholly sincere and never pointed in all that they did, which is part of why I get on with horses more easily than people.

As for trouble, I have certainly had trouble. Despite former rebel General Longstreet (a close friend before and since the late War of the Rebellion) asserting that I could ride anything, I have had experience with some particularly difficult horses (though no fault of the horses, merely fault of their previous masters).

During the aforementioned War, my first horse during said conflict was named "Jack". He was simply not suited for combat use, for which I do not blame him, as combat is not for what he was bred.

I also had a pony, captured from the South, called "Jeff Davis". He never gave me any trouble, but he tended to bite and kick stablehands, and anyone else who bothered him. He was nothing but sweet to me.

I have also had some bad experiences with horses that were not mine. I do not blame the horses, for they were not properly broken, but I do blame their masters for given me unbroken horses without prior warning simply due to my repute as a horseman, I am only human, and there is only so much I can do in such a short frame of time.