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Lorenzo Biancci | 27 | Astrid Lorenzo twisted at the sound of Astrid's voice, sitting up from his comfortable position lying on Gem's rump. He shook his head softly, and rolled his shoulders back in an attempt to seem wide awake. "Astrid." He restrained the exclamation that threatened to bubble over. No need to sound too enthusiastic. "How are you?" Enzo guided the chestnut gelding towards her, but made sure that Gem behaved. Be nice, boy. "I was just looking at the clouds. There's one over there, almost looks like a dragon if you imagine it. See." He took her wrist and pointed it at a puff of cloud, trying to show her the exact one he was talking about. "There." |
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Samantha Starr / Mickey / M: Open. She couldnt remember a time recently that was so mentally straining as right now it seemed,as her brain wavered into another reality.Sam was,as she had been on and off for the past couple of hours, in a flirtatious exchange with another random passerby.He was far from her type,Far from her standards or interest but she figured it was only going to help set the tone for the day.She planned on feeding her ego today,The true motives behind this urge not totally known to her yet. As she gave him a wink,turning away and feeling his eyes run over her body that was incredibly well fitted into her jogging gear,The young woman couldnt help but take her phone out and type a cool emotionless message. - I'll be in the arena in 20. - Sam didnt know if Laurence was even still alive,But she figured there was only one way to find that out. |
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Heather Proudstorm | 20 | Eventing | Espresso Silhouette "Mystery" and Titanium "Storm" | School Horse: WO Descendants Of Khan "Khan" | M: Open -Heather would be lunging Storm around in the round pen, having him stay in the trot. She was happy that Sandra liked her new horse that she surprised her with but the brunette didn't feel happy with her stud as it was always a constant fight with him that has almost got her at the breaking point of where she just wanted to give up, wanting her gelding to just came back to her even though she knew that he was never coming back- -The young woman suddenly felt a tug on the lead rope, snapping back into reality to see that the Orlov Trotter stud was trying to go after another stud that was being lead by one of the stable hands. All she could do was plant her feet onto dirt ground and held on tightly for dear life, tugging back at the lead to grab the stallion's attention- "Knock it off, Storm." -she quietly but sharply said with a calm tone in her voice which caused Storm to give his full attention to her even though his ears were pointing back as a loud snort sounded from his nostrils- |
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Astrid Elliott | Bjorn, Raven |M: Lorenzo She let out sigh of relief and smiled gently at his antics. `` Yes yes! I can see it! `` The woman exclaimed happily. Bjorn stood still, his ears flicking slightly as he listened to around him. Astrid’s brown eye glanced around the sky before swapping the hand positions and pointing out a slightly darker cloud in the shape of Denmark. `` Look! A Danish cloud! My brother has found me!!`` She joked. Astrid let go of Lorenzo’s hand and backed Bjorn up slightly. `` You best get off to where you’re supposed to be sir. `` She teased, aware of how much he hated being called it. Bjorn turned a tight half circle before trotting over to the right side of the arena. Astrid was visibly energized from her encounter with him. A simple smile from the one can make one sad emotion turn into many happy. She told herself, reciting her mother’s words. Brown eyes shifted down to the horse under her, her legs tightening slightly around its body. The horse shot forwards through the arena. His solid hooves pushed themselves forcefully into the soft sand and the woman’s hands loosened around the reins. Solid buckskin legs dug the back hooves into sand and dust flew up into the seemingly still air. Astrid exhaled sharply and praised the older horse, bending down and placing a kiss on his large cheek. |
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Simon Triba / Flame / M: Heather,Open. Having changed from his work out gear into more equine attire,Simon now found himself back in the barn preparing for a day on horseback - Exploring or working he hadnt decided just yet.From what picture Tim had painted of the landscapes as he'd accompanied him on a morning jog,exploration seemed a good path to take.Now just to find his horse. It wasnt long till he found a stable hand walking his stallion around,strutting himself as per usual and utterly unfazed as another stud went to lunge toward him.Simon watched the pair for a moment,the woman on the other end of the rope seeming to be loosing her tether to which his eyes softened slightly.His overall expression was still largely indifferent as he wandered into the arena and leant against the fence - Looking as jaw-dropping as possible in such a casual position, "Tough Cookie?" He questioned,his tone lightly sympathetic as his naturally warm eyes watched the pair's interactions.It was a sight that was familiar to him,Just not usually from this perspective. |
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Heather Proudstorm | 20 | Eventing | Espresso Silhouette "Mystery" and Titanium "Storm" | School Horse: WO Descendants Of Khan "Khan" | M: Simon, Open -Heather let out a sigh while keeping herself calm as usual, cautiously watching the stud walking over to sniff her as if he has seemingly calmed down a tad bit. The brunette would have heard Simon's voice which caused her to look over when her green eyes caught sight of the man- "Um, yeah he's a tough cookie." -She nervously said while the stud was listening to what was going on as his tail was somewhat active- -The young woman looked away from the man, bringing her attention back to the stud when she felt him starting to rub his head against her a bit while his enchanting blue eyes were watching Simon very cautiously while his ears remain pointed back a bit, Storm finally stopped rubbing his head against the short woman but he kept his head right there as Heather started to carefully mess with Storm's mane while watching his body language if he was trying to tell her something- |
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Simon Triba / Flame / M: Heather,Open. The man gave a slight smile in her direction,eyes continuing to watch from afar. "The best ones usually are." Simon took the oppurtunity of Storm showing a little more ease to slide through the railings and make his way over,general demeanor placid.He found himself rather absentmindedly running his hand along the stallion's neck and then down to his withers,feeling the tension of the steady stud.Storm had hardly moved Simon had thought with a little relief,watching his ears occasionally move - curiousity seeming to have overridden his aggression. Musing to himself for a few moments,he finally stepped back with a slightly thoughtful gaze before looking to Heather once more, "Simon - Nice mount you have there.Seems me and Flame have some serious competition now huh?" He offered a chuckle,looking back to where his own stallion had been tied up.The liver chestnut was watching the trio with curiousity,a little confused as to why his rider was allowed to socialise with these new people.Flame released a whinny,a demanding and needy tone.With this Simon gave a small wave and headed back toward the arena edge,where his Stallion was waiting ever so patiently. |
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Look, Tangle's alive. Lorenzo / Cheikhou | Open! Lorenzo waved Astrid off with an eyeroll skywards. "Sir indeed," he muttered laughingly as he turned the palomino mare quickly. "I'll hang myself before she calls me that again." Still chuckling to himself, he rode towards the arena at a brisk trot. ------ Chei hung about the neatly raked arena, peering at the nearby buildings. Maybe she should check the message again. Did the instructor guy mean tomorrow? Slipping out the phone from her jean pocket, she scanned the screen with an intent glint. Pedro snorted impatiently, his dappled coat absorbing the sun's wan rays. "Shush, the dude's here now. Would you be quiet for one moment?" Cheikhou's laugh was soft and uncontrolled at the following head shake by the draft. ------ Enzo glanced at the cheerful woman sitting on a grey draft. "Morning sir!" He grimaced at the greeting, making no attempt to hide his discomfort at it. "I'm Cheikhou. What're we doing today?" Grateful that the sir was dropped, he returned her grin. "Lorenzo, called me Lorenzo. And honestly, I don't have a cooking clue. We'll wait for others to show up, and then we can get started." Guiding the Arab around the arena, he exchanged lighthearted chatter with the friendly young woman, warming up as they spoke. "Where am I from? Seville, Spain. Twenty-seven years old, Lutheran. Own a grumpy chestnut gelding named Gemini, and that's about all that's interesting about me. You?" He barely had a moment to stop before she bustled away on another talking tangent. "I'm Cheikhou, as you know, from the Democratic Republic Of Congo. Twenty-two, been riding for about eleven years? I think? Anyway. I ride this lovely -" She paused to kiss Pedro's neck"- gelding, his name's Pedro. I do vaulting!" Everything she said seemed to be ended with an exclamation mark; in fact, everything was an exclamation. |
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Heather Proudstorm | 20 | Eventing | Espresso Silhouette "Mystery" and Titanium "Storm" | School Horse: WO Descendants Of Khan "Khan" | M: Simon, Open -Heather felt nervous which wasn't unusual for her because of her anti-social trait but she would be trying her best to at least get to know other people at the very least while keeping her focus on the stud. Storm would be watching Simon both curiously but cautiously since his curiosity was overriding his aggression a bit as his muscles were tense when the stud felt the man's hand touch him but he relaxed for a tad bit- "Thanks, I'm Heather." -The young woman shyly said with a little introduction- "I guess so." -The brunette jokingly said as she offered a giggle right back to Simon then she shyly waved when the man walked off towards the direction of where the liver chestnut stallion is then she turned her full attention back on Storm who was now very gently nibbling on her shirt- "Alright boy, back to work." -She softly spoke as Heather lunges Storm again as he trots around the circled metal round pen again while her Mystery would be peacefully grazing in the pasture- |
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For the sake of me having no clue where we were, I'm just throwing my peeps a few weeks forward in the plot because my mind is uuuber fuzzy :) Laurence | Chandler, Julian, Katrina, Rhynn [Laurence]: Hello my favorite people. Don't forget that myself and several others are planning a leisurely trail ride around the property this morning around eight, all are welcome. We're meeting by the stone pillars at the front of the property, bring lunch. Laurence, constantly attempting to create events allowing for a dramatic decrease in boredom and trouble around the farm, had decided several days prior that said trail ride would be occuring, and had no difficulty inviting the entire farm via a group text Chandler and he had pulled an all-nighter trying to organize. It was currently five-thirty in the morning, so it surprised him greatly to recieve several replies by the time he'd stepped out of the shower and dressed in workout clothing, prepared to take the morning for his mind and body until he had to serve others. He'd been getting up earlier and earlier, the ungodly hours allowing him time to think and meditate, thus bringing an even greater peace about his life. He was truly happy with where he was at as a person, he felt as though he was at an all time high, though not boasting it in words or actions. He was still the same old Laurence, placid and intellectual to a fault. As he slung a minimally-filled backpack over his broad shoulders, he made his way across the lawn, headed to the on-property gym. After getting some new sponsors, thanks to the attention brought by Spencer's presence, Laurence was greatly impressed by the upgrades he'd seen in the gym here. He'd almost become addicted, taking an hour before and after his long work day to simply unwind and clear his head. Sometimes it was accompanied by a long walk around the property or a trip down to the pond to write, meditate, or otherwise; in any sense, it was proving to create the most vibrant and robust lifestyle he'd lived in a while. Checking his phone as he walked, Laurence kept a wandering eye on where he was going in a half-hearted attempt to not run into anyone, despite knowing he wouldn't find anyone out at this hour, except maybe Katrina. She seemed to be awake all hours, which worried him. There seemed to be a lot to her beneath the surface she hadn't shared. [Chandler]: you KNOW i'm down! anyone who has the time today should come, it's gonna be so funnnnn. [Julian]: I have a meeting with a client at nine. Therefore, I'm going to have to pass. My sincerest apologies. Thanks for the invite, Laurence. [Rhynn]: I'll go if Katrina goes since I've nothing better to do Laurence slipped his phone back in his pocket, deftly opening the gym door and slipping his backpack off. He pulled off his gray sweatshirt, which seemed to be a staple in his closet these days. Pulling out his earbuds and a massive water jug, he left his bag in the corner of the empty room, beginning to feel the affects of sleep deprivation as the initial adrenaline wore off. As he stepped on the treadmill, he allowed himself to zone out, almost dreadfully anticipating that he would be working his muscles until they were well beyond comfortable. He saw his phone light up a few more times with replies from Katrina and several other students he knew were early risers as his mind once again went into oblivion, mindlessly mindful in his own little world. |
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