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Jackson|XC|Brave|M: Heather, Aria, Liz The blonde man smiled at Heather. "I've been riding since I was born. I'm inheriting my dad's cattle ranch, so I have to know my way around horses." Following her into the stable, Jacks tried to pet Prince, but the gelding simply snorted and gave him a mean look. "Alright bud. I get it. You have to protect your girl. As pretty as she is." Grinning at Heather, he followed her directions and clipped a lead and halter onto Mystery, leading the mare in the direction the woman had gone. Once that task was complete, Jackson brushed his hands on his pants and turned to Heather. "If you don't mind, I'm going to put on something more comfortable." Making his way to his dorm, he quickly pulled on a plaid shirt, tight jeans, and a pair of chucks, grabbing his cowboy hat for good measure. Placing the hat gently on his head, he found Heather waiting by the car, along with Liz, the Western instructor, and Aria. The girl seemed to be in a grumpy mood, but something Liz said to her perked her up. |
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Heather Proudstorm | 20 | Eventing | Nightmare "Prince" and Espresso Silhouette "Mystery" | School Horse: WO Descendants Of Khan "Khan" | M: Jackson, Liz, Aria, Open -Heather would have simply blushed when Jackson said this to the gelding before they headed off to the pasture with her leading Prince first since the old gelding saw himself as a lead stallion ever since day one. Once they got to the pasture, she had noticed how weak old gelding was getting plus how he hardly touched his food & water, she took his halter off when she watched the colorful mare prance off a bit before looking back to wait for her pasture buddy. The brunette was very concerned about her best friend as Prince gave her a hug, if telling her his last goodbyes as she hugs him back. She left the pasture while shutting and locking the gate in the process. She looked at Jackson and smiled a bit- "Sure, I don't mind. I gotta find my sister before we leave" -She hurried off to go find Sandra. Once she found the black haired woman, the little sister agreed to keeping an eye on the old gelding which relaxed the brunette a bit before telling her sister bye as she heads to the car where Liz, The Western Instructor, and Aria would be waiting- -Heather would be have changed out of her clothes before she went searching for Sandra. She would be wearing a black beanie, a black sleeveless crop top that exposes both her stomach & mid back, black & red fingerless studded black, black denim shorts, and black laced up combat boots. The young woman saw Jackson walking over while waiting with the other girls as a gentle smile appeared on her lips then she turned her attention to Liz- "Anyone else coming along for the ride?" |
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Mickey is a literal blessing,He's verging on my favourite Equine so far lol) Samantha Starr / E / Mickey / M:,Open. Sam had carried on for the next 'workout' as she liked to call them with an extremely tense frame and tightly pursed lips.Mickey did what he was asked to the best of his ability,filling in what his rider was largely missing in her techniques.The chestnut hardly flicked a sooty ear as she squealed in frustration over why her dressage saddle wasn't 'working' for jumping - taking her sour mood in his stride. *** After nearly an hour of messing around,Sam looking exhausted by her excruciatingly difficult ride,her mount having hardly broken a sweat from the little work they had managed.The little oxers and standing around as she complained was hardly what the gelding was built for,What he longed for.But still there was no complaint from his side,making his way into the barn at an easy pace and allowing her to hastily untack him with less care than he would have liked. Sam then tossed him into the stable with whatever he had left in his net,and dragged her tack into the tackroom.In there it was flung on any thing that seemed to hold it's weight - Desciding it was the stable hands jobs' to keep it clean.She then marched out toward the dorms,Mickey pricking his ears joyously and looking for his bucket.A hopefulness to his face he offers a gently nicker,hoping she would realise he had been due his morning feed for the last 13 hours. Nothing. (To make her fall flat on her face or not *Tempted face*) |
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Emily | Eventing | Tim "How do you mean?" Her question had the same monotonous tone, unwilling to give him any borrowed enthusiasm--hers had been drained a long, long time ago. Maybe that was why they could never get it right--not as friends, and certainly not as anything more. Maybe in another dimension all of this hardship wouldn't have occurred, and the cards would have been right. But that wasn't here, that wasn't now. |
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Lorenzo Biancci | 27 | Endurance / Polo | Astrid Lorenzo leaned back comfortably, his eyes half-closed. Sun streaks shone through the sparse pine trees as they gave way to a slightly wider path, making for easier riding. It was an idyllic scene, still, silent and peaceful. The only noises were the slow footfalls of Gemini's plodding hooves, and occasional snorts. Lorenzo let go of the reins entirely, stretching his arms out at the sides. The silent babble of a stream echoed nearby, while a squirrel paused tentatively in the path, a nut in its paws. "Alright Bjorn-o. Let's find these people." Thrown out of his reverence, Lorenzo twisted in the saddle, startled. It took an embarrassingly long moment for him to realize that it was Astrid. He settled back down, leaning back to let Bjorn catch up. |
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Alexander Littlewood | 19 | R / H&E | Payton Alex shook his head silently, his slight shoulders shaking mirthfully. The avalanche of clothes was slowly stemming, as Payton paused to apply make up to her face. "I thought we were going to yet another auction?" he asked, somewhat confused. "Didn't know you to resist an auction." His dry laugh filled the room, his angular face tossed back. He stood patiently as Payton rushed around with her usual routine. He tucked his hands in the roomy pockets of his hoodie, his gaze falling to the covered floor. What a mess. Glancing up as she spoke, he hastened to correct her. "Nah, it looks best natural," he assured her, still avoiding eye contact. "So can we go?" His voice suddenly turned harsher than usual, asone of his common mood swings took place yet again. "I haven't got all day, you know." He scuffed the floor irritably. |
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Jay Hernandez | 21 | Dash, Athens, Kholo, Judea Jay moved slightly to accomodate his brother's now absent weight, his dark eyes focused intently on the neighbouring stall door. He concentrated on staying under the radar, listening silently as Dash explained what had happened. But he left out a key part. That he, Jay Hernandez, was responsible for the pain that Dash was going through. That because of him, it was possible that he lost his job. That even though Dash had done so many things for him, he repayed him like this. Feeling the weight on his shoulders, Jay stroked the pale Lippizan in the stall absently, the stallion's soft nose bringing little comfort. He nuzzled Jay kindly, clearly asking for more attention. "Oh, you beast," he murmured kindly, hiding the hint of a smile that was creeping up his face. "Go away." "- Oh, of course I'll have you. Only a talented instructor can teach on-ground constantly, and I fully trust you to do your best." Jay breathed a silent prayer of thanks to whatever gods there were at Kholo's words. Not that he truly believed in them, after everything that had happened. No real god would allow all this stuff to happen. |
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Timothy Blue / EI / DewDay / M: Emily. The blonde offered another slight chuckle,trying to hide the disbelief from his tone as he begun to bite, "What do i mean?Are you -.." He stopped in the start of what was about to become a rant - A vent of the whirlwind of things that had happened in the last few years regarding the pair of them.Tim immediately descided he really didnt want to go down that route - Not here and not with her. "Have you left here since your operation?" He questioned,a lack of emotion now in his voice that mirrored hers.It was like a pair of strangers,trying to exchange some course of 'Conversation'.There was seemingly a sense of a follow-up to his question,Another one almost wanting to leave his lips but was prevented by them being pursed together. |
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Payton Wyatt|Racing +Eventing| Ghost Aueirin|Alexander Liz Aria Jackson Heather "Oh yeah... I'm not going to track training anymore, were going to the market"She laughed.She nodded lightly as he told her to leave her face as it was.His mood changed very quickly after that, asking if they could go."oh yeah ,sorry"she frowned,opening the door for him to walk out.Grabbing her car keys before they left, she shut the door behind them both and walked down the hall in a lively manner.Ger short hair bounced up and down as she stepped.The morning light was rather bright in her eyes,causing her to groan loudly. Her mind turned to the horse market as she wandered into the stables, looking for everyone else who was going.She wondered which horse she would end up buying, if she even bought one,maybe she'd buy 2, even 3!Her mind brought an image to her thought, a beautiful stallion, who looked noble and strong.She rounded a corner, Alex in tow, and saw a few people talking.The only one she had recognised was Liz Farrow"Hello" She greeted with a soft voice.Her pink and black hair highlighted by the stable lights, and her left eye looking even creamier than usual. |
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Emily | Eventing | Tim "Where would I go?" She asked, still flat in her tone but her eyes indicated sorrow. She turned further away from him, now looking nearly opposite his direction. "I don't have friends, I don't have family anymore, I have a house in Germany I don't know what to do with, and I broke up with Wyatt because I couldn't deal with it anymore. So, where am I supposed to go, hiking? On what legs?" |
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