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Human- - Name: Tyler Carter
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Gender: Male
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Height: 6'3
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Weight: 200 lbs
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Age: 21
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Appearance: Tyler is a big, stocky man. He is usually wearing black, preferably a tight fitting black t-shirt which he wears under a loose, leather jacket. Some boot cut black jeans and black cargo boots, with a black cowboy hat. He has dark blue eyes that almost always look black unless you are standing in just the right light.
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Personality: Cunning, Strong, Wise, Skilled Fighter, Grumpy, Soft Once You Get To Know Him, Likes To Keep To Himself
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Other: Loves country music, especially Toby Keith songs
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Horse(s)- Registered Name: WW Wild West
Name: West
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Gender: Stallion
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Age: 10
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Height: 18 HH
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Weight: 1,500 lbs - Breed: Warmblood
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Appearance: Dark grey coat with light grey dapples, black mane and tail, four black socks, white blaze
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Personality: Cunning, Quiet, Playful, Hilarious, Kind, Skilled Fighter
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Other: Just a GIANT horse
- Registered Name: WW Up North Name: North - Gender: Filly - Age: 2 years - Weight: 500 lbs - Height: 13 HH - Breed: Morgan - Appearance: Silver seal brown with two white socks on her back legs, white snip and white star - Personality: Happy, playful, spooky - Other: Tyler's project pony |
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I can- - Tyler walked out of the office with a sigh. His first day at the job had been hard. Exhausting. He walked over to the barn and said hello to West and North, looking tired |
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The young girl walked into the stallion barn. The place only high class employees could go. She was tired, grumpy, and depressed. Her horse had passed away 5 days before, and then, some crazy person tried to steal a horse, and she had to ride all night to catch up to him. "Prince!" she called while leaning on a stall door. A dangerous stallion walked over to the girl, and she petted his nose while secretly sneaking the halter on. He always fell of that trick. Nobody else could enter the stall and live to tell the tale. Prince hated people. His blue roan coat shone as the girl stubbornly led him out of the barn. |
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Tyler tipped his head, glancing at the girl that just entered. Boy, she looked grumpy. He couldn't deal with another grumpy employee... not today. He was already tired and getting a bit grumpy himself. Tyler watched while she grabbed the ungrabbable horse. He arched an eyebrow, turning away and finishing brushing West |
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She smiled as the horse playfully bumped his nose into her shoulder. "Ok, ok! We're going!" she snorted at the impatient horse. The large horse loved their training sessions. Only because of Isabella's skill. She could turn a boring lunging session to a game for Prince. That was the only reason she could handle him and no one else was allowed. Bella often times helped him practice groundwork by turning it into a game. |
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Tyler finished tacking up West, leading him out. He glanced at the two arenas, one with that girl and the horse in it, one with no one. He went into the empty arena and mounted West, starting with a walk warmup and moving into a trot, then a canter. |
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Today, it was a trust game. One where she filled a bucket with apples, and Prince would try to get one. Each apple had an activity carved into it. The first activity Prince had picked was liberty training. "Ok. Let's go do liberty!" she told the antsy horse. Bella walked over to the side of the ring where she had set up all the equipment for every activity and grabbed the liberty items. |
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Tyler rode West with flying lead changes, and he worked on his canter in place... really everything they needed for a big dressage show. Tyler then rode a couple high level tests until West was nice and sweaty, then he cooled the horse down and hopped off. He couldn't help but notice the girl and her horse... it was cool the stuff they were doing. West was okay at Liberty... |
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