Just a Horse Girl
Helluva Boss and all characters therein are owned by Vivienne Medrano and Spindlehorse.
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A small pair of striped legs run down a dirt path, raising puffs of dust as they go. "Blitzo! Bliitzoooo!
The flap of a faded and patched tent, located directly opposite the big top, is drawn aside and another young imp appears in the opening. "Fizz?"
"Blitzo!!" The legs slow to a stop in front of the faded canvas. "You'll never guess! Your dad just brought home a horse for the show!"
"A horse? What are we supposed to do with a horse?" Blitzo questioned, clearly not as impressed with the circus' latest acquisition as his best friend.
"Lots of things!" Declared Fizzerolli. We can feed it and brush it and braid its tail and ride it and teach it tri..."
"It just sounds like more chores to me" Blitzo interrupted, thrusting his hands into his pockets and frustratingly digging at the ground with the toe of his boot.
"Well, probably a few more... " admitted Fizz scratching the base of his horn. "Wait. Have you ever even seen a horse before?"
"Sure I have. Old Mac Donald has a horse that pulls the ice cream cart."
Fizz blinks in disbelief, "Blitzo, that's a donkey."
"Same thing"
"It most definitely is not. Come on." Fizzerolli grabs Blitzo's arm and pulls him along leading him accross the compound.
"Where are we going?" Asks Blitzo.
"To educate your dumb ass"
The Implings make their way past the fried snack shacks and rigged game booths and toward the main entrance of the circus grounds. Just past the ticket booth Cash Buckso, the ringmaster, is coaxing his newest circus member from their trailer. A tall, jet black animal cautiously steps from its transport, a glowing blue fire flows from its skeletal head. The creature pauses and glances in Blitzo's direction.
Blitzo's eyes lock with the graceful demon's. He has never seen anything in Hell like it. Fizz is bouncing with excitement! He looks from the horse to Blitzo to the horse and back again. He crosses his arms and smirks. "Told you so." No way he's going to let that opportunity slide.
Blitzo ignores the jibe as the Horse fully exits the trailer. Its mane and tail flickering blue-white beneath the red Pride sky. It's three times the size of a grown Imp.
"It's huge" he whispers, watching Cash lead the horse to the bigtop. In a trance, he follows, enamored with it.
Inside the main tent Blitzo and Fizz sit high in the stands while Cash hands the horse off to the shows resident animal trainer. A tall Imp lady with catlike features, a long black tail, and tattoos on her thigh, removes the halter from its head. Blitzo watches closely as she takes something out of her jacket pocket. She slowly presents it to the creature on her open palm, her head bowed and her eyes cast down. An offering of peace to the great beast.
The magestic spirit stares at the gift, tossing its head and looks bored. It paws the ground in contemplation, trying to decide if this person could be trusted. Looking around, the horse locates Blitzo who has, row by row, moved down to be seated ringside. He is now leaning against the guard wall watching, admirably, with his head in his hand.
The Spirit moves and the trainer glances upwards with her eyes. She dare not raise her head and disrespect the creature before a connection has been made. The horse moves past her. Casually, hoof by hoof it makes its way accross the ring.
Blitzo's hand slips and his head hits the rail as he realizes the horse is coming to HIM! Panicked he stands, head down, rooting through his pockets for something to offer it. Empty. Suddenly, he sees something. Reaching down he pulls a half eaten apple from under the bench seat. "Fuck." Its dirty, and covered in ants. Blitzo wipes one side on his pants and looks up, directly into the glowing eyes of the horse. He fumbles the trash in his hands, catches it, and shoves it under the horses nose, squeezing his eyes shut as he presents his 'gift'.
Fizz will forever insist its the only time he's ever seen a horse roll its eyes.
The horse sniffs the apple, then snorts violently. Blitzo cringes, believing this beautiful, godlike creature has just done a line of ants.
CRUNCH. Crunch. Crunch.
The horse was eating the apple. Blitzo's disgusting, ant ridden apple. The tent was silent save for the sounds of the chewing of this baffling horse.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
Blitzo opened his eyes, his hand still outstretched. The horse swallows and waits.
Blitzo leans forward an inch,
The horse leans forward slightly.
Blitzo shifts again,
As does the horse.
The tips of his fingers graze the velvety nose. The horse responds and steps forward pushing Blitzo's hand upward toward its head causing him to squeek in suprise.
Blitzo smiles and begins scratching the horse between its ears. "You're amazing!" He whispered. "Do you have a name?" The stead moved its head.
Blitzo yells accross the tent to a dumbfounded trainer. "Does the horse have a name?"
"We were told it was Orcadian"
"Is your name Orcadian?" Blitzo asked the horse. Orcadian nodded.
"My name is Blitzo. And this is my family's circus!" Blitz excitement was no longer containable. He turned and pointed to Fizzerolli who was slowly making his way down the stands.
"Thats Fizzerolli. You're going to love him! Thats Feela," gesturing to the trainer. "She works with all our non-Imp members. She cant wait to ride on you! I'll Introduce you to everyone!!" Blitzo throws both arms around Orcadian's nose to give him a hug.
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"... and you know what they say" said Blitzo adjusting a particular horse picture on his desk.
"What do you mean, Sir?" Asked Moxxie.
Blitz smiled devilishly, " You never forget your first."