Shining_shadows

>be horse, 10,000 BC >thunder across the Eurasian steppes in massive herds >humans approach with spears >heart pounding >be cornered >they don't eat you >they offer grain and salt >be domesticated horse, 4000 BC >humans tie a cart to you and your friend >pull the cart around >every human that witnesses your work is amazed >your kind spreads across the world side by side with man >be warhorse, 2000 BC >you pull the chariots that decide empires >without your speed and power, no conquest, no trade routes >the Hittites, the Egyptians, the Mycenaeans >their glory rides on your legs >civilization is literally pulled forward under your power >be warhorse, 300BC >bigger and stronger than ever before >humans now ride on your back >be called Bucephalus >carry your master across the world >kingdoms fall under your hooves and your master's sword >hailed as the greatest of your kind to ever live >sire a legendary lineage that becomes the envy of the kingdoms of men >be warhorse, 44BC >so widespread and diverse that armies are made up of men and horses from thousands of miles apart >turn the tide of world-changing battles and maneuvers >roads your trod down will be used for millennia >history is carried forward on your back >be warhorse, 900 AD >armored head to hoof >steel in the field, genteel in the pasture >just like the master >you carry the men that bring news, help, honor, and leadership >you are the symbol and source of their status >civilization depends on you >be warhorse, 1683 AD >Islam lays siege to Vienna with all of Europe prostrate beyond >the city is desperate for relief >supplies are short and the underminers threaten the walls >3,000 men in winged armor ride on your back to the salvation of Christendom >Europe is literally saved by your turn of the tide >be standard horse, 1778 AD >15 years old >pretty unremarkable but notice loud noises don't bother you >be given away as a gift >owner already has another horse, but alright >he ends up liking you more because you don't care about noise >he starts riding you through a bunch of crowds making a ton of noise >become a famous symbol of the era and watch the British Empire surrender to your boss >America is literally born on your back >be workhorse, 1915 AD >drafted along with your master to fight for the king >pull ammunition carts from rail depots to guns >the machine-horses on tracks make your job easier because you don't have carry as much as far >eight million of your kind are killed to fight the war to end all wars >the war doesn't end war >the war ends your relationship with mankind >be horse, 1955 AD >nobody has use for you anymore >they've made smaller machine horses >they're cheaper to feed >they're easier to learn >they carry more weight >they take all of your jobs >be horse, 2026 AD >nobody cares about you anymore >you survive as a pet to young rich girls >sometimes she shows you off to an audience but you feel something is missing >your cousin runs races for gambling addicts >your brother sometimes pulls tourists around in New York >you heard of some horses that carry cops around but it sounds like folklore >there are more toys of your kind than actual horses

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