Dark Beauty: Learner

A Story by Abishai100

Portrait of racing image for potion-enhancements and Pegasus-allegory for languages of intelligence bled into Earth-field wire (vanity).

A story about enhancements in the performing race-creature of Earth, yielding a special view for simplified leviathan.

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I had become an active member of the universe of horse-racing, managing and reading and rearing my special recruited or raised champions-track speed-runners for varied races when I decided to hook-up with a special race-consultant named Mr. Hook who insisted this new underdog creature, a real dark beauty of the track, would benefit from some kind of 'potion-enhancement' for the upcoming micro-race training in preparation for one of those Crown-races for Selfie-culture citizenry commentary/languages (ok).

When one administers some of these 'potions' to that ancient Earth creature, the horse, one of two results may be seen (or both) as a side-effect of the horse's (overall) speed/muscle/swiftness 'transformations' and create much equine med (veterinarian) intrigue/examinations. The side effects, I explained to Mr. Hook would possibly be skin-infection in the injected area or some kind of long term muscular growth misproportioned and not fully absorbed by endorphins for metabolism and biochemical circulation, making the creature somewhat/somehow more of a 'Pegasus' anomaly, requiring special view by one of those gorgeous American Homeland equine centers. Mr. Hook was not pleased (Selfie-like!).

HOOK: You take me for an arrogance-man, investor-horse field man.

ME: You mistake me for a Peter Pan to your Captain Hook of daring adjective!

HOOK: This horse has the potential-magic to be a millionaire, man.

ME: Look, Mr. Hook; I worry about side-effects drawn alterations of the spirit.

HOOK: The horse is clean and can take the 'action' for a trophy; you asked me.

ME: Perchance this is some Earthling humility for racing linked with vanity!

HOOK: We've advised each other (perchance this is a case for leviathan).

ME: Good (Selfie-like!).

My horse, a dark beauty, attained a laurel without the 'potions' advised, and I was seriously delightfully relieved and cheering. However, I had decided to dismiss my 'adversary' (Mr. Hook), not a very thoughtful horse-man of Earth (American Homeland) and considered in reflection he was something of a simple Devil's Advocate. Perchance what I learned is that horses, like humans, need some kinds of 'leviathan-helmets' for those incomplete-arts of the dark regions of racer/competition zigzag (for the chemicals of the Ego).