Its Going To Eat Me by Regime-Bird on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

This is my entry for prompt #4 for the Puissant Warmblood Wild Transformation Event. Prompt Chosen: First Spook

Story:

The day transitioned into evening, Hanika and 101 found themselves doing yet another training session. This time, in the outdoor arena. The rain had ceased, leaving a crisp freshness in the air as they approached a new training session filled with scattered obstacles. With each obstable they encountered, Hanika watched in awa as 101 effortlessly breezed through the wooden bridge, dangling pool noodles, and small jumps. Their bond grew stronger, and their partnership seemed unbreakable. Encouraged by their success, they approached the next obstacle- a tarp weighed down by poles on either side.

But, as 101 caught sight of the unfamiliar object, fear gripped him and he reacted with immediate resistance. He reared, pulling back with a mix of snorts and blows, refusing to come anywhere near the intimidating tarp. Hanika tried to soothe him, her voice calm and comforting, but his fear only intensified, causing him to lunge backward across the arena. Recognizing the need to take a break, Hanika led 101 away from the tarp, allowing him a moment to catch his breath and regain his composure. They returned to the other obstacles they had conquered, reinforcing their progress and reminding 101 of his capabilities.

With renewed determination after breezing through the other obstacle again, Hanika turned their attention back to the daunting tarp. This time, 101 cautiously approached, one hoof gingerly stepping onto its suface before fear overtook him once again. He flew backward, snorting and blowing, his anxiety palpable. Undeterred, Hanika patiently repeated the process, allowing 101 the time and space he needed to confront his fears. Each attempt brought them a step closer, but progess came with its own share of setbacks. 101's wild energy surged as he ran across the tarp, nearly colliding with Hanika in his restless state.

Again and again, they faced the tarp and with each repetition it revealed a glimmer of progress. Though 101 remained on edge as he crossed the tarp, his determination and courage shone through his every action. Hanika celebrated this small achievment, happy that 101 was at least crossing the tarp instead of dragging her backwards across the arena. with the sun dipping below the horizon, signaling the end of the training session, Hanika called it a day. Despite 101's lingering unease with the tarp, there had been undeniable progress and they would pick up where they left off tomorrow.