(Sammy and her old horse, the end is in the point of view of Estrella)
Old leather was what the saddle was made of as Sammy ran a hand over it, the dust collecting on her fingers. She looked at the saddle. The name Estrella was bold on the side She sighed as she grabbed a rag off the hook and some cleaner. As she wiped off the dust, a feeling of warmth and comfort came over her as she remembered her old horse, Estrella.
The old Thoroughbred mare was with her for a while before she passed leaving Sammy with a hole in her heart. The dark coal coat of Estrella, memories of calm trail rides to the river, early mornings and late nights in the stable grooming and working with her. They made it hurt so much to watch the horse slowly slip into the skilled hands of death. But she knew she would be fine to cause death as with all things is natural, even if it hurt to see the life leave the mare's eyes as the vet gave her the injections. Soft sobs of pain and loneliness echoed through Estrella's stall that night.
Estrella was keeping a silent, ghostly vigil over her young master, her bridle shone a brilliant white with small gold markings and was held by a skeleton hand cracked and worn, the owner of which spoke in a soft gravely voice "It's time to go old girl, and don't worry your master will be alright." The horse was initially hesitant to go with them and leave her master behind.
As the reaper grabbed the lead rope in their cloak to clip the bridle, the horse huffed in a sad tone “I hope she finds another to fill her heart as well as I did.” The reaper shook their head “No old girl she won’t.Thehe mare turned to them, her bluebell eyes shining with sadness. The entity raised a bony hand as they continued “She wouldn't want to replace you with another horse, the pain would destroy her. But if she does, no one will be able to replace you and the memories you two made together.” The mare nodded before lowering her large head to give her master a hug even though she was a spirit now; it was something she did when she was alive, and it brought comfort to her master. A sharp winnie startled the mare, and she saw her ‘sister’ Belladonna in a stall nearby, “
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Jwcc One-shots
أدب الهواةSome stories centered around JWCC And it's for the ships other than Yasammy And some will be centered on original characters who are siblings to the Nublar Six requests are appreciated.
