 09:21:50 Myth/Crowley/Grinch 09:19:13 | valentines are so nice! (sigh) <3 |
09:10:19 miso/syrinx| it would probably go better if i actually matched my horses instead of lobbing my mares at any halfway decent stallion that studs to their ratings LOL |
09:09:54 Snitch| like she's adorable but why can't she get at least a P -HEE Click- |
09:08:02 Snitch Miso
SOBBING don't say that ;_; I love my OGs and the babies cute they just always have terrible ratings |
09:06:33 miso/syrinx| ohhh snitch, i know the feeling lol. 11 years on this website and yet to breed anything above EEE :') |
09:05:46 Snitch| why is it so hard to breed the S/S/S out of starting horse lines ;_; |
09:00:19 Kay Imp
Thank youu wish she had some Ws lol |
08:58:33 Imp/Impie ~ Kay
That is a gorgeous brindle *-* |
08:56:38 Myth/Crowley/Grinch| Send her to Angels Angels. They collect brindles. |
08:54:26 Kay What to do with her
-HEE Click- |
08:19:28 Myth/Crowley/Grinch 08:18:45 Myth/Crowley/Grinch 08:17:39 Crimson -HEE Click-
Got high hopes for this gurl 🧡 |
08:14:24 Myth/Crowley/Grinch 08:12:49 | @myth, oh interesting! I can see why that would be better for a dog like an Aussie! |
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( It's perfect <3 ) ( Also, sorry it be short >.< ) Astrid Elliot | 27 | XC | Bjorn, Raven | M: Lorenzo. Astrid smiled gently. Usually she would hate this but things were different with Enzo. She had known him for a while, gotten close to him. Hugs weren't uncommon for them. Astrid settled into his arms, enjoying the warmth he was putting off. Her light yet dark skin almost matched his suit color, her brown eyes watched his facial expressions, hers being a smile with a lot of blushing. Am I.. No, I can't be. She told herself, trying to convince herself that she wasn't. She couldn't. Didn't want to. But her mind was telling her otherwise. |
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Heather Proudstorm | 20 | Eventing | Espresso Silhouette "Mystery" | School Horse: WO Descendants Of Khan "Khan" | M: Jackson, Open -Heather shyly took his hand, helping her stand up. She knew that he was probably right, Prince would have wanted her to go have fun. She gently pets Mystery as the mare sweetly nickered before the young woman left the barn with the man as he walked her back to the girl's dorm, she enters her dorm while shutting the door behind her, not wanting to make him wait for to long as she heads over to her closet and finds a dress that she could wear. She changes into the dress, placing it all before looking at herself in the mirror, it would be a laced short dress as it would be off the shoulders. The top part of the dress would be crimson red while the skirt part of the dress would be obsidian black then she puts on some comfy black pumps to make her a tad bit tall. The brunette walks into the bathroom, grabbing a brush as she brushes her hair to get the tangles out- -Once she was done brushing her hair, running her fingers through her hair as it felt silky smooth then she starts braiding both sides of her head then putting it into a high ponytail so it can get off her neck. She cleans her face up real quick to get rid of the tear stains then she places some winged mascara on to bring her green eyes out a bit then she applies Shane Dawson's red lip gloss on her lips, on the bottle it would say "are you filming". She looked at herself in the mirror one last time as she looked perfectly fine now then she heads out the towards the door, grabbing both her phone and small hand bag in the process while placing her phone into her bag. Heather shyly opens the dorm door before coming out, shyly closing the door as she locks it since her dorm key is in her bag as well then she looked at Jason, giving him a shy smile- "So um, how do I look?" -The young woman shyly asked him then she starts walking with Jackson to the gala- |
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Samantha Starr / E / Micky / M: Dewday,Open. . She Thankfully managed to dodge her way outside,letting the cool breeze waver her dancing hair strands that had escaped her Bobby bobby pins.Sam brushed a few away as they gently tickled at her features,perching herself on the edge of a nearby bench.At least it looked like a bench. She let out a faint squeal as her hand settled beside her.It was furry,the strands of glossy coat slipping inbetween her fingers.A few whispy strands reached out to stroke her neck and arm,sending shivers along her spine.And Sam couldnt move quick enough as it shifted beneath her,breath snatched from her lungs with shock. As her eyes slowly adjusted,she began to see the pair of warm eyes curiously looking her over in return.The gelding looked just as startled,But more so grumpy than anything for having his snooze disrupted. "What are you doing all out here?" She murmured gently,her eyes softening a little as she couldn't help but release a giggle.Then another.Before she knew it she was in giddy stitches over her own antics,Arm slung loosely over the Dewday's withers as he rather nonchalantly picked at a few leaves.Sam's light and airy laugh floated along the breeze slightly,having a melodical tune.It was odd to even trace it back to her. "You silly little ponyo.." She murmured in a slightly dazed way,poking his muzzle with her manicured index finger releasing another stream of giggles.Sam couldn't stop them,being alone and having the alcohol consumption reaching it's peak in her veins wasnt a good combination for remaining her collected self. Ahh dont you love a little alcohol... xD ) |
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Dash|SJ/NH|26|M: Athens Dash looked up, wide-eyed, and grabbed Athens' hands. Holding them in his own, he smiled, a wide beaming grin. "Really? I didn't think anyone would want to go on a date with someone like me." Scratching his neck near his tattoo, he let out a small sigh. "I should tell you about me now. In a way we're kinda already on our first date." Chukling, he played with the bracelet again. "I wish I could say coming to White Oaks was all for Jay, but it was partially for me. Jay and I, well, you've seen us. We're kind of a rough pair. Both of us have something going on, mentally." Dash wasn't sure why he was telling Athens all this, but he felt like he could trust the blonde. He had this quality, where Dash felt safe. Like Athens was listening. "Our father wasn't the best man to live with. There were a lot of bad nights. I was hoping we could get away from him looming over us, but I don't know if we really can." Pulling himself up and Athens with him, he grinned. "But enough with the sob story. We're here to have fun, right?" There was slow waltz-y music coming from the main room of the gala, but Dash kept the two of them out of sight, not wanting Athens to be ridiculed in any way that he was dancing with another man. If, that was, Athens agreed to dance with Dash. Holding out his hand, Dash bowed slightly, his braid dangling slightly. "May I have this dance?" |
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(Sorry if it seems like he's not engaging enough. He just ain't a forward bean xP) Athens | M: Dash How could he think that.. Athens thought breathlessly, heart fluttering as he watched the man's expressions. Though he wanted to assure him of worth, it didn't seem in tone. Instead, he simply gave a softhearted smile of reassurance. A short, faintly audible exhale escaped him in reponse as he glanced down warmly, lit by all that was being said. Soon he brought his gaze back to the pleasing sight of Dash, expressing enchanted interest as he listened carefully to what he spoke, the piece of his mind that was still free in thought processing the words through and through. "Yes, well.. There's always something." His thoughtful voice came so softly that it was almost a whisper. Not the slightest lick of resistance sat in Athens, him totally and utterly open and used to personal dilemmas being shared with him. He was kind-eyed, unaccusing. The greatest thing he felt he could accomplish was helping someone in emotional need, so he remained an open book for all. As Dash gave the short explanation, Athens almost felt an ache from sympathy. He had plenty experience with what a bad father could be. Paul, Judea's father, had been the most horrid man he had ever laid eyes on, and since interacting with him, Athens carried on much more wary at the mention of family relations. He dearly hoped that Dash's father wasn't so bad as that. There was no time to dwell on it though. Surely that negativity was unwelcome at a time deemed fit for goodness. So as Dash departed from the subject and pulled him up, Athens followed the course of action freely, readjusting to the lighter tone with ease. He smiled a little more at the comment, not used to that warmth of inclusion. As Dash made his luring gesture, Athens couldn't help but give a light chuckle, eyes softly locked on his. "Why, certainly." He replied wholeheartedly, taking the man's hand gently. No doubt, he admired Dash's confidence, as well as plenty more. |
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[I was wiggling my eyebrows as I was reading that last paragraph, Mishy XD Also, I apologize in advance for this post. Dash is a broken guy]
Dash|26|M: Athens
Grinning, Dash pulled the blonde closer to him. "Fabulous. Let's dance." Leading the two in a slow and somewhat dysfunctional sort of waltz, Dash tried to be gentlemanly with all he could muster. There would always be the awkwardness of his cast, his slight balance problem. But he was having fun. And that had to count for something.
Looking into Athens' eyes he smiled. God.. How did I get to deserve slow-dancing with a man like this. The blonde man in front of him was nothing like Isaac, the manipulative ass who had taken Dash's broken soul and twisted it even further. Athens wasn't like that, right? The music had stopped and become faster, but Dash stopped in his tracks. He could feel Athens concerned hand on his arm, but he paid no mind. He was lost in the memories. He moved back toward the bench, almost in a daze. His hands shook as he curled himself into a ball, all the bravado and confidence leaving his body as fast as it could. "No. God. Please. Let me leave Isaac behind." His voice was barely a harsh whisper as he felt a ball in his throat, as he tried to not have a complete and utter breakdown in front of Athens. Edited at April 26, 2020 08:47 PM by Star Catcher Estate |
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It's official...Lorenzo makes me cringe to hell and back. Lorenzo Biancci | 27 | Astrid Lorenzo held her for a while, his face in a rare expression of masked emotion. Normally he would wear his feelings for the world to see, but this time - he couldn't. No, he couldn't. If he did, everything would be ruined. Acting on a sudden impulse, Lorenzo cupped his hands around her head and kissed her without thinking. He stared into her deep brown eyes, his own face solemn and filled with longing. He knew he shouldn't do this. He knew he had gone too far. He knew that, because of one rash moment, their friendship would be different. Very different. But he pushed those thoughts aside, and kissed her. Suddenly breaking away, he quickly removed his arms from her, his movements quick and awkward. "Astrid I - I'm sorry," he hastily stumbled, before hurriedly weaving through the various couples dancing together. He kept his eyes on the ground, avoiding any contact or conversation with anyone. Everyone, really. |
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Astrid Elliot | 27 | M: Lorenzo Feeling his lips press against hers she let out a small gasp. Astrid watched him walk away, her eyes slowly filling with tears. Not wanting to make him feel worse she remained in the hall. Astrid slowly made her way to the back wall, stopping to grab some whiskey. Astrid slid her back down the grey wall and took a seat on the ground. She slipped at the cup slowly, her mind playing the moment over and over. `` Does he think I'm mad?` she asked herself. The longing on his face made her realise something. He liked her. |
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(Oop. No biggie. Just hope this response doesn't seem too pretentious LOL. I gave myself trouble making a character that's supposed to be good with emotions and smarts when I am... Totally opposite. hff. Tis why this took me so long.) Athens | M: Dash He enjoyed the moment while it lasted. Sure, an undeserving flutter remained, but he became accustomed to ignoring it, allowing himself to focus on the warming positivity. The airy energy, the ease of this presence. It all gave in to a temporary sense of belonging, something he wasn't entirely used to. But concern failed to stay caged as he watched the subtle changes in Dash. First, a flicker in his eyes -- next, a small raise in tension. As he took too far of a dive in thought, Athens desperately tried to keep his natural, overwhelming desire to help, comfort, and fix at bay, worried of coming on too strongly and bringing out a darker energy from the depths. But he struggled, greatly. He recognized the slightest signs of trouble in the man and wanted to ease its burden. That's what he was wired to do; that's what he knew how to do best. It was not at all surprising when he noticed the man succumb to whatever was in his head, nor when he himself gave in to his own empathy. Careful... Athens reminded silently. Though he dearly wanted to jump to assistance as quickly as he could, he also recognized that he didn't know Dash too well. Everyone responded to their emotions differently, and everyone was comforted more by different actions. He wasn't sure what these reactions would be for Dash. One person needed physical presence while another needed to be left alone. Furthermore, he wasn't sure what the trigger was for this surfacing of thoughts and emotions, and on the worrisome thought that it had been him, or something he had done, he was cautious of worsening the symptoms. Alongside this, he was aware that being too distant could be equally as wounding as being too up and personal. Getting left alone in that one moment when you needed someone to just be there... It was truly damaging. So, weighing all of these factors mentally, Athens quickly came to decide on a balance between the many different courses of action he could take. He would change what he did depending on every response he noticed, fully ready to sway in a wildly different direction if need be. His loose posture, tentative approach, and calm, caring expression showed this concern and flexibility. Everything else seemed to disappear -- he was now fully focused on Dash's care. Not yet seeing a need to back away, Athens knelt near the unsteady individual carefully, gazing at him softly. Any anxieties he may have had were so meticulously hidden that they seemed nonexistent, as if nothing troubled him but the need to be compassionate. His presence was light, but his voice even lighter. "I may not know exactly what is on your mind," Athens began thoughtfully, piecing his words together slowly so as to make sure they'd be what he meant, "but I see you're trying to... Resist... What it means to you..." A notable pause ensued. He was unsure if he had made any sense, and though he still appeared calm for the most part, deeper down he was simply silencing his own feelings. It was necessary, the focus had to be on the troubled one in front of him. Or, so, he thought of it that way. The worry and ache that scratched him in these moments were to be done away with, at least until the important matters were settled. "Don't fight your mind, Dash. It'll win that way." |
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Jackson|XC|18|M: Heather
Looking up as Heather spoke, the blonde's jaw dropped. Quickly closing his mouth he grinned widely. "You look absolutely stunning." Getting up, he took the woman's hand and pulled her towards him. "If I could just..."
Smiling, he leaned down, caressing the woman's face, and placed a chaste kiss on her cheek. Blushing, he dropped the hand and wrapped his arm around her's, guiding the pair to his car. He held the door open as she got in, going to the drivers side once Heather was situated. Turning on the ignition, he smiled. "Shall we go?" Turning the car out of the driveway to the Centre, he couldnt help but to keep admiring Heather's beauty as he drove them to the gala. |
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