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Post by Story on Mar 18, 2013 20:09:56 GMT -7
"You forget that Gal is a practiced biter." Adam said cheekily as he rocked back. "But whatever. It is your choice, my dear. If you wanna put you filly away yourself, that is fine. I think I am gonna turn in early tonight. It's about time I got more than five hours of sleep." He was admittedly worn out and would love to just sleep in, but knew he could not do that. He had a job to do and that consisted of getting up at the buttcrack of dawn to head to a track where he wasn't guaranteed a mount. At least he got paid to exercise. The mount fee, while low, still enabled him a living.
"I am leaning against one stall that has no horse," Alexander pointed out and gestured to another next to it. "Plenty of empty stalls. I guess this stall is empty, too. It was Naughty by Review's stall. She was one of twin fillies that went missing." He informed the girl. "Twin sister went by name of Thing Two. All other horses came back, I think." Heck if he could remember, there were tons of horses that had been taken.
[going to bed.]
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Post by Spotify on Mar 18, 2013 20:13:22 GMT -7
Ever was just as clueless as Miguel, maybe even more so. She had no idea what had just happened. The only thing she knew for certain was that she had let her temper get the better of her. She shrugged,"Doesn't matter now, huh? The damage is done."she said, gazing softly at her reflection. With a grim look in her eye, she headed to the place that offered her sanctuary, the stables, where her beautiful horses awaited her. She loved her horses to death and often looked to them for comfort. Everytime she needed to vent, talk to, or just be there she convided in her horses. She trusted them above anyone else.
(Sorry for shortness..)
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Post by Horse on Mar 19, 2013 12:29:04 GMT -7
[suze=1]Sadie nodded slowly, tipping her head slightly like a dog before her pretty blue gaze flickered to the ground. She studied the ground for a moment, the cracks in the asphalt, the clumps of dead grass that clung to the cool, autumn ground. Th jockey seemed distracted for the moment, studying the brilliance of the trees and the darkening sky before her gaze settled on Adam. She blinked a few times before shaking her head to clear it. "Sorry. Space out a lot. Alright, I'm going to bring LuLu in..." She said quietly, eyebrows furrowing. She wasn't planning on going to the track in the morning, and mainly just wanted to go to bed to sleep.[/size]
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2013 17:08:37 GMT -7
Stacy nodded looking around. "Alright." She smiled softly, "Thank you very much." She said and picked out a stall that was empty and hadn't belong to anyone before. She set down some fresh bedding and put the horses in their stalls. She gave Twilight some grain and hay and made sure the automatic water worked. She then went over to Miracles stall and gave him some hay to munch on if he wanted and made sure the water worked. She then unloaded their tack and stuff. She made up a bottle and went back over to Miracle and began to feed him. Miracle nickered and sucked on the nipple of the bottle, enjoying the milk.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2013 18:40:05 GMT -7
The tires of an old, slighty beat-up blue pickup truck crunched against gravel as the truck rolled in to the long, winding driveway; its driver drumming her fingers against the steering wheel, her gray eyes slightly wide as she took in her surroundings. Dark hair spilled over the shoulders of her navy sweatshirt, falling forward slightly as she eased her truck to a halt. Nineteen-year-old Bellamy Lynne fumbled with the controls on the side panel of her truck, eventually rolling down the window so that she could look out to make sure the horse trailer that she'd been pulling was alright. After she'd checked it, Bell finally allowed the engine to die and grabbed her keys, pushing the door open with her shoulder as she grabbed her white baseball cap. She didn't yet place it on her head, instead looping a few fingers through the back of it as she made her way to the door of the trailer.
Inside the old black horse trailer was a big, elegant, athletic-looking bay mare. She was a dark chocolate color which darkened down her legs and lightened at her muzzle. There was a small white snippet on her forehead which contrasted against her dark mane and tail. She stood at nearly seventeen hands, though she was still growing, at only two years old. Bellamy had raised her from a foal and named her herself, calling her Summerdreaming. Summerdreaming was a graceful horse; she moved with precision, as if every step she took had a purpose. Her stride was lengthy and flowing, much like her flowing, neat appearance.
Bellamy cracked a smile as she unlatched the trailer door and Summerdreaming greeted her with a nicker, her ears perked and expression bright. She stamped a hoof impatiently, quite eager to get out of the trailer. Bell shook her head, laughing slightly when the filly nosed her pockets. "Silly girl. My treats are in my bag, sorry, you can have some later." The jockey ran her fingers through her horse's mane, pushing her forelock out of her eyes and then giving her forehead a scratch. She wanted to settle the filly down in her stall before unloading her own things, but she was a bit unsure as to whether she should just go ahead and do so, or wait for someone to assist her in doing so. It wasn't that she needed help, she just didn't want to seem pushy by just going right ahead and placing her horse in a stall without the okay from someone at the facility. |
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Post by Goldie on Mar 19, 2013 19:36:36 GMT -7
(I HAVE MY SOLO FOR GUARD TRY OUTS TOMORROW FIGURED OUT!!!! I am sooo excited guys :DDDD)
Zoey was in the stables, sitting cross legged a few feet infront of Gal's stall. Her mother was in Champ's stall, grooming mud off of her big horse while still keeping an eye on her toddler. Zoey was wearing jean shorts and a light yellow top, her skinned knees showing and freckled face intent on watching the mean palimino horse. Her little stuffed horse, the one almost identical to Gal, was sitting in her lap, a bold red G sewn onto its rump in red thread. No matter how many times the stallion had tried to bite her, Zoey kept returning to watch the big horse. He didn't scare her for some odd reason, although he probably should given her tiny stature and young age. The little redhead tipped her head to the side, greenish eyes looking at the stallion's bald face with much interest.
[166 words.]
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Post by Story on Mar 20, 2013 6:53:54 GMT -7
Gallant Marines, always the first horse Adam brought in, stared at the little human holding a tiny horse. It had never moved by itself and, in any case, itdidn't smell like a horse. He didn't like how the small human, smaller even then the jockeys, always came close to hm. Adam didn't like it either. Gal could really hurt the child. He'd hurt Adam plenty of times. With his vicious mood swings, he was unpredictable. Adam still didn't want the stallion at these stables. He would much prefer that Gal was at his father's stables but that wasn't happening anytime soon. Gal, in the meantime, bared his teeth as he warned the girl that he disn't want to be bothered. Adam was just leading a struggling Celestial Zephyr in from the pastures. The Thoroughbred had been difficult since he'd first been stolen. Adam hadn't gotten a breakthrough that would restore their bond. "Zoey, can you stand back from Gal, please, kiddo? I don't want him to bite you. He's been mouthy lately."
Alexander watched the familiar action of bottle-feeding a foal with a pang. It reminded him even more irresistibly of the missing twins. They were still gone and it still hurt. Hell, it still bothered him that Res was gone. The gray filly had been his first mount, had been his mentor's filly, had been the horse he learned on. He'd lost his vision in his left eye while riding her. She had been a pivotal part of his life. He'd switched from figure skating in Russia to racing horses in the US.
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Post by Cloudy on Mar 20, 2013 9:46:02 GMT -7
Tromlui's head bobbed and he lifted his gaze at the soft sound of the familiar whistle. The dark colored horse pawed the earth for a moment before swinging around and picking up a smooth, fluid lope. His colorless, black mane danced and bobbed and swayed in time with his nodding head, his tail a simple banner in the wind. No color dotted Nightmare's; his odd blue eyes were the only thing that wasn't colored like the night on him. He slowed to a smooth trot and finally stopped when he reached the fence, thrusting his nose into Cyn's face and nuzzling her affectionately.
Cyn let out a low, keening whistle and waited to hear the familiar thud of Trom's hooves against the earth. She'd grown to recognize the sound, and smirked to herself when she pinpointed Tromlui's location - somewhat, at least. He was moving fairly quick, his powerful hooves thudding against the earth in a one, two, three, four motion. "Hey, Nightmare," she greeted with a soft giggle when the colt shoved his face against her cheek.
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Post by Spotify on Mar 20, 2013 10:09:11 GMT -7
Ever's laugh broke the peaceful silence that wrapped around Cross's barn like a wool blanket,"Quit!"she said, gently pushing Lyric's muzzle away from her blonde braid. Lyric had a thing for chewing on Ever's hair. The funny thing was that Ever didn't mind it. In fact, it amused her more than anything. She leaned against her filly and laid her head on Lyric's neck. A soft smile appeared on her lips and tentatively she began to sing,"People say I'm just a rough girl
I ain't no good for you boy
It's a dead end street, tryin' to love me
Yeah, I'll wreck your world
I can see why they're all talkin'
Lookin' back at my past
I've got a bad name, but a woman can change
I'm livin' proof of that."
Ever's voice echoed throughout the barn, touching the ears of all who where in building. Slowly, her eyes closed as she broke the song and got back to work trying to get Lyric's coat to shine. She smiled as she did so, she loved her horses more than anything. They were a part of her and she didn't know what would happen if she lost won of them.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2013 14:57:05 GMT -7
Okay I'll just post this again..
The tires of an old, slighty beat-up blue pickup truck crunched against gravel as the truck rolled in to the long, winding driveway; its driver drumming her fingers against the steering wheel, her gray eyes slightly wide as she took in her surroundings. Dark hair spilled over the shoulders of her navy sweatshirt, falling forward slightly as she eased her truck to a halt. Nineteen-year-old Bellamy Lynne fumbled with the controls on the side panel of her truck, eventually rolling down the window so that she could look out to make sure the horse trailer that she'd been pulling was alright. After she'd checked it, Bell finally allowed the engine to die and grabbed her keys, pushing the door open with her shoulder as she grabbed her white baseball cap. She didn't yet place it on her head, instead looping a few fingers through the back of it as she made her way to the door of the trailer.
Inside the old black horse trailer was a big, elegant, athletic-looking bay mare. She was a dark chocolate color which darkened down her legs and lightened at her muzzle. There was a small white snippet on her forehead which contrasted against her dark mane and tail. She stood at nearly seventeen hands, though she was still growing, at only two years old. Bellamy had raised her from a foal and named her herself, calling her Summerdreaming. Summerdreaming was a graceful horse; she moved with precision, as if every step she took had a purpose. Her stride was lengthy and flowing, much like her flowing, neat appearance.
Bellamy cracked a smile as she unlatched the trailer door and Summerdreaming greeted her with a nicker, her ears perked and expression bright. She stamped a hoof impatiently, quite eager to get out of the trailer. Bell shook her head, laughing slightly when the filly nosed her pockets. "Silly girl. My treats are in my bag, sorry, you can have some later." The jockey ran her fingers through her horse's mane, pushing her forelock out of her eyes and then giving her forehead a scratch. She wanted to settle the filly down in her stall before unloading her own things, but she was a bit unsure as to whether she should just go ahead and do so, or wait for someone to assist her in doing so. It wasn't that she needed help, she just didn't want to seem pushy by just going right ahead and placing her horse in a stall without the okay from someone at the facility.
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