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Rishy <3 said:
Aspen, is your plot on a different timeline, pre-arrival of my gang?
(I'm just kinda reposting it since no one has responded to what's going on so sorry about that xD) |
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Well I can make Tristan deal with it, I just wanted to know looll.)
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Rishy <3 said:
Well I can make Tristan deal with it, I just wanted to know looll.)
(Ok lol and sorry if I sounded kinda snappy in my text, I've just had to deal with a lot of shit at work for the last past Thursday, Yesterday and today 😅) |
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(yay! the Rishy's back. and Heather, is it okay if Mystery is slightly lame?)
Kholo Mzi | 32 | Barn owner | M: Mystery, Tim, open
After finishing speaking with Tim, Kholo walked to the stud barn. "Easy boy," she murmured as she led her Arab stallion out. "We're gonna go on a ride." As she led him to the cross-ties, she heard the sound of thundering hooves. "Oh no," she whispered as Mystery cantered into the yard. Eyes filling with panic, she ran to the mare. "It's okay girl," she murmured, quickly checking if she was fine. Please say Heather's fine, she mentally prayed. |
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(Sure :3)
Mystery | 7 | Eventer | Mare | Brazilian Sport Horse | M: Kholo, Tim, Open
-Mystery snorted a bit as she pinned her ears, should be holding her back right leg off the ground a bit. She would have sprained it when she had gotten frightened by something, she kept looking back at the trail that they took then she started to neigh- |
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Welcome back hun! Sorry for the absence All,Been going through a little unmotivated patch..Went and lost my 150 day log in streak Lol! Just gonna slide back in somewhere..)
Timothy Blue / EI / M: Open.
After a while of lounging around the barn,Tim had finally found a worthwhile routine,Desciding it was about time to get his youngster back into work.Sure it had only been a week or so of being mildly lame - But he could already see the fat rolls beginning to build on his gelding. Loon had given an excitable whinny to the realisation they were going out as Tim had mounted,leaning on the bit as his rider guides him toward an empty arena.Tim thought it was crazy - How his mount had become so unbalanced in such a short time, his jerking on the reins almost unbearable. "I didn't know you could forget how to..- Horse. Seriously Loon?" He speaks in a lightly irritable tone,His riding position not quite relaxed and suple as it should be. |
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Tristan/Conrad | moving plot nobody mind anything | Open
Simultaneously, both Conrad and Tristan had worked in silence around each other as they groomed and tacked up their geldings. In fact, they'd both allowed the said silence to consume them for over an hour, since they had both been walking out to catch their horses from the same field. Neither seemed to mind, using some unsaid code to allow their processes to work in an uninterrupted manner.
It was just as both mounted that they noticed Tim having a troublesome time in the indoor, and as they both, in perfect unison, took glances towards the indoor, they saw Kholo and a mare they recognized as belonging to one of the eventing riders in a frenzied mess. Fairue, surprisingly acting sensible for once, fast-trotted his little pony legs over to the mare, although Tristan wasn't unsure that the gelding didn't have ulterior motives. Conrad followed, jogging behind, and it wasn't until they both arrived that words were finally spoken between them, though not directed at each other. "Hey, do you need help with something, Kholo?"
"Yeah, I'm not doing much of anything, either," Conrad added calmly, both men seeming to be a near replication of each other.
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(Rishy to the rescue! lol I just realized I called you Heather Aspen XD) Kholo Mzi | 32 | M: Tristan, Conrad, open
"Well, if you could take Mystery to the barn and call one of the stable hands, that'd be great. I'm not sure how badly hurt she is," Kholo said calmly, gesturing to the mare. "I need to go out and find Heather." With that, she left the two young men, quickly tacking up Glory. Vaulting easily onto her Arab stud, she nudged him into a fast-paced trot, directing him to the trails. |
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(It's alright lol xD)
Mystery | 7 | Eventer | Mare | Brazilian Sport Horse | M: Tristan, Conrad, Tim (indirectly)
-Mystery snorted as the mare nervously her hooves around in one spot, limping quite a bit as she snorts a bit in pain-
Heather Proudstorm | 20 | Eventer | Nightmare & Espresso Silhouette | M: Kholo (indirectly)
-Heather laid there next to her injured gelding, she hasn't woken up at all but she doesn't appear hurt or anything. She could feel a warm against her but she wasn't sure of who was keeping her warm as she wasn't going to wake up anytime soon. There would hoof prints that belong to Mystery when both her & her mare have ridden off trail to go search for Prince-
Prince | 15 | Eventer | Nightmare | Hanoverian | M: Kholo (indirectly)
-Prince would stay next to his unconscious rider as he was on guard, he bellowed out a loud neigh, hoping someone from the barn would hear him as he wanted to get his rider help- |
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Conrad/Tristan | Kholo, Mystery, Keenan, blah blah blah
Conrad allowed Roxy to lope down the path in his steady-minded way of going, both of his dark-tipped ears focused steadily on his owner, who was not the most steady rider nor the most balanced. Being as limber as he was and having the physical condition he did, Conrad rarely ever rode anymore.
As he caught up to Kholo, the male rider allowed Roxy to take on a slower jog to trail just behind Kholo's mount. "I thought you may need help, I used to track mustangs on an open plain--finding anything is easier than that was."
Gesturing to a set of hoofprints, Conrad pulled Roxy down the trail further, wishing he could take in the foliage in a more leisurely fashion. At once, the trail stopped, and Conrad scanned the ground, finding now two pairs of hoofprints leading into an open clearing about a mile further. "I think this way," he gestured, allowing Kholo to decide whether she took his advice or not.
-- Tristan took the reins of the frazzled mare, allowing her to take the cue of the surprisingly unfrightened pony for once. He ponied her inside, then dismounted, placing both horses in adjacent stalls because he wasn't sure if the mare tied.
"Doctor Keenan," Tristan called from across the barn in a humored tone. "I could use some medical help over here on aisle three."
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