So after weeks of work this old horse race sulky looks like new. The old red color with all it's scratches and bruises is gone and so are the dirty old black rubber bands. Instead the sulky got a fresh green paint job with a few white highlights.
I replaced the old tires with new, white ones to fit to the rest. And we also cut 14cm of metal from the middle of the frame so that it does no longer look so ridiculous broad when being pulled by an anthro horse.
All in all: it fits perfectly to the show off I am. We took the sulky to it's maiden trip into the local park. A shepherd was friendly enough to take a picture of the two of us.
The myth of witches turning men into animals is at least as old as the tale of Odysseus' journeys, if not older. We discovered Abraxas in the late summer of 2011 when we bought mask and tack from the Fury-Fantasy Workshop. It had always been the dream of my beloved wife Arressia to handle a human pony. Later, while telling each others stories on our long roadtrips, we learned that Abraxas is actually a Hexen-Horse and Arressia is the one to call him out of me. Our life is rich and full of fantasy.