Lord Earth!
The boy had met him on one occasion, on the shores of the south westerly beach, he had come to grant gifts to many who had gathered. Sacre had been one of them, but his stately highness had not seen fit to reward him with anything that day. Yet, the colt had been impressed and slightly overwhelmed by the immortals presence all the same. A brief experience he wasn't going to forget in a hurry. So, horse and fox rushed over to the white box after his voice had filled the air. Five others had already been and now Sacre stepped curiously into the white lined shape, eyes bulging as something shifted. He shifted! Smaller and smaller! His body turned brown and his feet, though remaining cloven, where tiny! His horn grew just above his eyes instead and there were two of them; long, thick and light in colour.
A goat! By the Gods, he was a goat!
Inari stared at him with a mixture of disbelief and humour. His bonded had turned into a smelly, knobby kneed goat with a tail even shorted that his own! The fox knew that there wouldn't be a day after this where Sacre would live it down. His friend, however, was making some strange screaming noise as he tried to convey his shock and horror in goat form. Many others had already lined up, all goats, all ready to race. Sacre couldn't believe he had to race like this!
The metaphorical flag went down and Sacre lurched forwards awkwardly in his new body, trying his best to go as fast as he could on such small hooves. Inari followed him close by, watching the other horned contestants with a looked of complete mirth. Squinty eyes found the first ring and the boy through everything he had into his new bones to life himself into an ungraceful jump which hopefully landed him on the other side of the ring and in contention with the others whom he had briefly taken note of in the blur of his transformation.
so hold me in your arms;
There's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
❚ Force permitted!
❚ Please tag me!