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Name: Daniel Watson aka "Sunset Runner"
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 170 lbs.
Species: Were horse
"My name is Daniel Watson, but the world at large knows me as Sunset Runner. I'm a professional race horse, and the only one of my kind to win the Triple Crown. I spend half of my life in this form, so commanded by the mares of the herd. You see, weres that spend enough time in our animal forms become physically indistinguishable from the feral cousins from where our animal DNA comes from.
I was born as a horse to Winter's Jewel and Obsidian Rose. Bred by our herd's arrangement, I lived as a colt for five years, not even knowing I could become something else. During that time I was free, more than I've ever been before. I was allowed to run and play with the other colts and fillies to my hearts content. I learned what it meant to be a horse with others of my kind. When I was six I was taught to change and sent to a human school to learn how they behave. From that day forth I was denied access to my mother and my father raised me as I became a young man. I was told that stallions and mares do not live together as humans do. The mares were our leaders and they were the ones that kept us safe and protected. We were there to fulfill our role in were society which was to run.
When I was seventeen I was taken once more with other stallions my age. We were trained to behave as horses so well that we were indistinguishable from our brothers. To ensure we remained compliant we were fitted with iron horseshoes. The iron in them kept our bodies from being able to change to human, ensuring that we were at their mercy and command. The mares cared for us and trained us to be ridden by human riders who had no idea of our intelligence.
After we were deemed to be ready I was sent to my first race. We raced other were horses from other herds to determine where we would be stabled. I won. Though my victory meant I was treated well it was not for my own benefit. I was given the finest hay and the best care only as long as I earned it. As the favorite of the mares I was often paraded before them and other humans as if I were nothing more than a beast. To them, that was all I ever was. Though I was popular among common humans for my victories they cared nothing for me other than that I kept winning them money. This was how the mares kept the were species supplied with the funds and things they needed to keep our races out of human view.
They say the best place to hide something is in plain sight. No more so is this true than with the stallions of our herd. We are seen but not heard, and we are never to let anyone know what we are. The punishments for doing so is to watch our brothers suffer. To the world at large, we are simple horses.
From time to time we are allowed to assume a human shape. We are introduced as our 'owners' though the mares hold our bridles and reins even when we walk on two legs. Just as we do when running we put on a performance for the humans all to build the were financial empire even stronger.
All my life I've had my choices made for me. I was told they were for the greater good. Even my body was at their command. Then I met her. It was the first time I'd met another were creature not of my kind. For the first time I felt embarrassed to be naked before such a gentle lady. Like me, she had been hurt by someone, I could tell. I never thought I would see her again.
Then she came back. Even more surprising, she brought me a gift. A simple apple, but what better gift to a horse?
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Age: 27
Gender: Male
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 170 lbs.
Species: Were horse
"My name is Daniel Watson, but the world at large knows me as Sunset Runner. I'm a professional race horse, and the only one of my kind to win the Triple Crown. I spend half of my life in this form, so commanded by the mares of the herd. You see, weres that spend enough time in our animal forms become physically indistinguishable from the feral cousins from where our animal DNA comes from.
I was born as a horse to Winter's Jewel and Obsidian Rose. Bred by our herd's arrangement, I lived as a colt for five years, not even knowing I could become something else. During that time I was free, more than I've ever been before. I was allowed to run and play with the other colts and fillies to my hearts content. I learned what it meant to be a horse with others of my kind. When I was six I was taught to change and sent to a human school to learn how they behave. From that day forth I was denied access to my mother and my father raised me as I became a young man. I was told that stallions and mares do not live together as humans do. The mares were our leaders and they were the ones that kept us safe and protected. We were there to fulfill our role in were society which was to run.
When I was seventeen I was taken once more with other stallions my age. We were trained to behave as horses so well that we were indistinguishable from our brothers. To ensure we remained compliant we were fitted with iron horseshoes. The iron in them kept our bodies from being able to change to human, ensuring that we were at their mercy and command. The mares cared for us and trained us to be ridden by human riders who had no idea of our intelligence.
After we were deemed to be ready I was sent to my first race. We raced other were horses from other herds to determine where we would be stabled. I won. Though my victory meant I was treated well it was not for my own benefit. I was given the finest hay and the best care only as long as I earned it. As the favorite of the mares I was often paraded before them and other humans as if I were nothing more than a beast. To them, that was all I ever was. Though I was popular among common humans for my victories they cared nothing for me other than that I kept winning them money. This was how the mares kept the were species supplied with the funds and things they needed to keep our races out of human view.
They say the best place to hide something is in plain sight. No more so is this true than with the stallions of our herd. We are seen but not heard, and we are never to let anyone know what we are. The punishments for doing so is to watch our brothers suffer. To the world at large, we are simple horses.
From time to time we are allowed to assume a human shape. We are introduced as our 'owners' though the mares hold our bridles and reins even when we walk on two legs. Just as we do when running we put on a performance for the humans all to build the were financial empire even stronger.
All my life I've had my choices made for me. I was told they were for the greater good. Even my body was at their command. Then I met her. It was the first time I'd met another were creature not of my kind. For the first time I felt embarrassed to be naked before such a gentle lady. Like me, she had been hurt by someone, I could tell. I never thought I would see her again.
Then she came back. Even more surprising, she brought me a gift. A simple apple, but what better gift to a horse?
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Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
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I seem to remember seeing the thumbnail for this when it was posted, but somehow it failed to register that you were the one who posted it. Sorry about that! He is quite a handsome stallion, though, and the idea of his being trained and used as nothing more than a racehorse even by his own kind is quite an interesting one. It doesn't make his situation any less heartbreaking, though. While I can understand the desire for secrecy and to maintain certain illusions to protect themselves, it seems to me that this sort of thing should be more voluntary. Or at least that the stallions who are forced into service should receive better treatment from their own kind at the very least.
The idea of his striking up a friendship with a lady from another species, be they human or another were, is quite a nice touch, too. It certainly makes me want to know more about him and what might happen if he chooses to pursue this relationship. And what might happen when she finds out who he really is, as I'm sure she most likely will. I can only hope she treats him kindly.
The idea of his striking up a friendship with a lady from another species, be they human or another were, is quite a nice touch, too. It certainly makes me want to know more about him and what might happen if he chooses to pursue this relationship. And what might happen when she finds out who he really is, as I'm sure she most likely will. I can only hope she treats him kindly.
No worries! As I was developing the world and its characters I kind of was intrigued by the idea of a were species being denied their hands, and started thinking about how most folks see horses but they don't really think they're being watched by them. I thought that with human intelligence and the mares to manipulate the odds it would be appropriate for the were horses to be the financial powerhouse of the were world. Herbivores may not have the claws, but they have the cash. :) After all, people bet millions on horses and their breeding rights go for a lot of money. Not to mention they could perfectly execute dressage movements and such things without arousing suspicion. Since horse racing is about the stallions and horses are matriarchal (or so I learned) it seemed fitting that the mares controlled the stallions lives. I toyed around with the idea of him considering himself more of a were human or something like that but it didn't really hit the notes I wanted it to, so when he enters the story he's everyone's favorite but no one other than his brothers really know him.
When he meets one of the core group, they forge a relationship and soon both Logan and Abby find themselves in the middle of a shake up that will affect the entire were world. This character also gave me the idea that iron prevents the transformation, so when they're shod, they're trapped as horses, as would any were in cuffs made of iron. Left that way, the animal starts to take over.
An idea still under development is that the were species each fill a different niche in their society and largely run their own affairs. At least until Logan and Abby get involved.
When he meets one of the core group, they forge a relationship and soon both Logan and Abby find themselves in the middle of a shake up that will affect the entire were world. This character also gave me the idea that iron prevents the transformation, so when they're shod, they're trapped as horses, as would any were in cuffs made of iron. Left that way, the animal starts to take over.
An idea still under development is that the were species each fill a different niche in their society and largely run their own affairs. At least until Logan and Abby get involved.
Poor guy. It's easy to think of race horses as being more pampered than what I guess you'd call their working brethren. From a human perspective, winning races sounds a lot more fun than pulling a plow all day or being used to train nervous newbies how to ride. But I guess it's all a matter of perspective and if you're someone who is sapient enough to want more and to realize how much you're being exploited, it must really suck. Especially if much of this exploitation is being done by people who are supposed to be your own kind. It's one thing to be enslaved by someone, but quite another, I'd think to have that enslavement be propagated by those you'd think would be sympathetic to you! I suppose this is mitigated somewhat by the need for secrecy and keeping your head down lest you be treated far worse. But even being a prize stallion must be rather uncomfortable in these circumstances.
Hope I don't sound too judgemental here. It's an interesting idea and I suppose it could be argued that it's much too early to be casting too many judgements on his fellow were-horses. Perhaps if I were one of them, I might be more inclined to see the mares' point of view. But I really hope his friendship with the apple-bearer brings him some happiness!
I gotta say I love your take on were-creatures so far, and that most of them seem to be far more than mindless, bestial savages like your standard Hammer Films-style werewolf might be. I've only read a little of your stories so far, but I think I'll definitely have to try to keep up with your were-beings and their adventures when you get started!
Hope I don't sound too judgemental here. It's an interesting idea and I suppose it could be argued that it's much too early to be casting too many judgements on his fellow were-horses. Perhaps if I were one of them, I might be more inclined to see the mares' point of view. But I really hope his friendship with the apple-bearer brings him some happiness!
I gotta say I love your take on were-creatures so far, and that most of them seem to be far more than mindless, bestial savages like your standard Hammer Films-style werewolf might be. I've only read a little of your stories so far, but I think I'll definitely have to try to keep up with your were-beings and their adventures when you get started!
It may seem glamorous from a certain perspective but given that they're basically people trapped in horse bodies, it's a psychological prison. They have experienced enough human life to know what it is they're being denied. They're treated as animals by the humans who don't honestly know any better and their own people perpetuate the fallacy so that they can keep their race and others well pampered with the funds their horses earn. Like any system it evolved over time when the mares realized how the stallions could earn them money. Daniel is well treated, but he must run when they order and if he attempts to speak around humans or any similar example of intelligence his brothers will suffer. He knows that if he did so he would be a curiosity at best among the humans and most wouldn't believe a talking horse existed. Even when he's human he must act as they wish. Some of them take a perverse delight in selling his breeding rights to mares they know aren't sentient or ordering him as an 'owner' to bed someone. From time to time they make use of them themselves. Daniel has been paraded around in front of rich humans wearing nothing but his riding mask and while he's in a horse form he still feels naked because they keep them just human enough to feel it.
Of course this is a point of conflict in the story when one of our characters learns how they're treated and the events following will change the were world significantly. Not all of the were horses act this way nor treat their stallions in this manner, I would imagine their are many herds and some are probably rather kind to their stallions. The one Daniel comes from however, is a gilded cage.
I'm glad you like it. I enjoy trying to put my own personal style on ideas that interest me, and I've never really found a werewolf story I liked quite like the one that inspired me to write this. It just put a spark in my brain and slowly but surely the whole universe kind of fell into place. With Vanessa up that's the last of the main characters for the first two arcs, so along with my other projects I'll be writing those as well, but thanks so much for your support!
Of course this is a point of conflict in the story when one of our characters learns how they're treated and the events following will change the were world significantly. Not all of the were horses act this way nor treat their stallions in this manner, I would imagine their are many herds and some are probably rather kind to their stallions. The one Daniel comes from however, is a gilded cage.
I'm glad you like it. I enjoy trying to put my own personal style on ideas that interest me, and I've never really found a werewolf story I liked quite like the one that inspired me to write this. It just put a spark in my brain and slowly but surely the whole universe kind of fell into place. With Vanessa up that's the last of the main characters for the first two arcs, so along with my other projects I'll be writing those as well, but thanks so much for your support!
Were horse! In the Philippines, the natives believed the werehorse was the real thing. They called it the tikbalang. Unlike Daniel Watson here, the tikbalang was humanoid in appearance. Legend says the tikbalangs would have marriages during rainshowers. If I were a were I would most likely be a tikbalang or humanoid werehorse; at least that is what my animal totem is. Are any of the werefolk connected to specific animal totems?
The female werehorses are humanoid, but it's a rule in my world that if you stay animal form for too long you turn feral when shifting. But this is like, a very long period of time, months or so. It won't happen unless it's deliberate, but with the werehorses it is. It's how they blend in, having the stallions race to raise money for the rest of their kind. But no, not really. I just took the 12 ish animal species I liked the most.
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