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Post by isaac90 on Feb 22, 2013 15:08:57 GMT -8
Isaac lead Raven his 16.1 hand black arabian mare out of the trailer that had carried her from his uncle's small three horse stables to Cross Fire farms. He could feel the gazes of a group of guys watching him unload his mare. Raven was tacked up in her signature Blueberry blue traveling gear with: A blueberry blue traveling blanket, leg wraps, halter and lead line and ear covers. He patted her shoulder before clapping his uncle on the back before waving and leading Raven towards the large stables.
Raven snorted and threw up her head and perked her ears at the new sights and smells around her. Isaac noted with a nagging sense of worry that the guys that had been watching him by the car park were now following him with their gazes pinned on him intently. Isaac put Raven into her new stall before he pulled off her halter, leg wraps and blanket before stepping out of stall noting that her buckets were stocked with food and water already.
Isaac wandered into the tack room where his tack was set up and put away Raven's tack and turned around only to come face to face with the group of guys. The tallest of the boys obviously the leader smirked and gave Isaac a shove sending the dark haired boy sprawling onto the ground. Isaac pulled himself to his feet and said, "W-what was that for?"
The tall guy smirked and said, "Well...we don't like newbies going around like they own the place and we don't like your third-rate horse ...go home you don't belong here loser" Isaac stiffened and said, "You know nothing bout me and Raven isn't third-rate she's a really good horse!" The guys erupted into laughter again and pushed Isaac down to the ground once more.
Isaac looked behind the group of guys as someone else entered the tack room behind the group of boys.
Word Count: 333 (Woot! long post!)
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Post by elixir on Feb 22, 2013 15:25:34 GMT -8
 TYLER FRANCIS WYLDE[/b][/i] ~Take Your Records
Take Your Freedom~ [/color][/i][/size] Tyler had been merely going to the tack room to grab a soft brush to dust off his 15.3 quarter horse stallion when a eruption of laughter came from the tack room, but it wasn't the kind of laughter where everyone was getting along. This laughter was that of mocking and making fun of another. As Ty walked down the hall toward the tack room the light chime of his spurs and the light scuff of his nicely fit, light washed out jeans with little holes here and there. Today Ty wore a black muscle shirt and a white and gray plaid shirt, the same black leather cowboy boots on his feet and leather black cowboy hat on top of his head. Tyler would not leave the house without wearing that hat or his boots and spurs.
As Ty rounded the corner to enter the tack room, a younger rider had been shoved onto the ground and Ty lunged forward, grasping the tallest boy and shoving him against the wall, standing in between the victim and then the small group of boys in the door way. Tyler put his hands in his pockets and looked at them, tipping his hat and then glaring at them, the dull ice coated eyes staring them down. Tyler then spoke after afew moments of silence You boys aren't so tough now are you? How about YOU take your third-rate selves off the property before I call the officer's? I'm sure you would love to be charged with assault
With that Tyler turned to hold out a hand to the boy, now getting a better look at him. The kid wasn't that big so he probably couldn't have been much of a challenge to the other boys. Tyler then looked over his shoulder as the small group walked away, cursing and complaining about how his arm hurt when he connected with the wall. Chuckling lightly Tyler glanced back to him, still holding out his hand I'm Tyler ... Need a hand?[/color] Tyler could hear Ratchet snorting as the boys passed his stall, obviously not getting a good impression of them either.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center][/color] ~Take your Memories
I Don't Need'em~ [/color][/size][/right] |
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Post by isaac90 on Feb 22, 2013 15:36:18 GMT -8
Isaac blink in surprise as a guy a few years older then him slammed the tallest guy against the wall and told they group to get lost once they were retreating the guy stuck his out to him Isaac took his hand and said, "H-hi...uh thanks for that i'm a bit of magnet for punks like them i'm Isaac by the way" I ran a hand through his dark black hair pushing it our of his face a habit he had when he was nervous.
He blinked at got a better looked at the guy 'Tyler' as he had introduced himself as. The guy was obviously a western rider from his attire and from the snorting outside he and his horse had the same opinion of the group of guys. Isaac subconsciously glanced at his own outfit which was a white undershirt with a short sleeve red t-shirt and a pair of worn birch colored breeches and tall black riding boots not the most matching of attires but it was comfortable enough for him and it was one of his best shirts, breeches and boots besides his show clothes of course those were tucked away safely in with Raven's Show gear.
Isaac glanced at the guy again and shifted so that all the weight wasn't resting more on one foot then the other one.
Word Count: 231 (Meh...a little on the short side but I had a good post in my head then I got distracted and forgot what it was lol)
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Post by elixir on Feb 22, 2013 16:23:06 GMT -8
TYLER FRANCIS WYLDE [/b][/i] ~Take Your Records
Take Your Freedom~ [/color][/i][/size] Ty grinned as the young man grasped his hand and helped himself up. As Ty then put his hands in his pocket. Ty hand't been the coolest kid in school or around town either but Ty hadn't been bullied like that. As the boy mentioned he was abit of a bully magnet, Ty's heart sort of leapt out for the young teen and Tyler smiled, hearing the boys name, Isaac. Tyler tipped his hat in greeting and then glanced out into the hall and then moved to his locker to grasp the soft brush and turned to Isaac Well .. Would you like to come hang out with me for awhile? I'm just dusting off Ratchet then we were going to go out for a little walk, just leading him though so he can get the feel of this place, we have only been here two days
With that Tyler turned to look out the door, Ratchet waiting patiently on the cross ties, however the brute was trying to chew the cross tie, although it was just barely out of his reach. Tyler then glanced to Isaac again and grinned I heard you have a horse... If you would like to bring her, I'm sure Ratchet would enjoy the company, although beware he can get a little defensive around new horses and people, I saved him from slaughter so barely anyone else can handle the horse besides myself, although he wouldn't lash out unless the other horse did first[/color] With that Tyler grasped the lime green and black lined summer blanket, seeing as it wasn't that cold. As Tyler got back to his horse he finished grooming and was just hooking the blanket on the stallion when he began to look around for Isaac.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center][/color] ~Take your Memories
I Don't Need'em~ [/color][/size][/right] |
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Post by isaac90 on Feb 22, 2013 16:57:08 GMT -8
Isaac blinked gratefully at Tyler and said, "Sure, Sounds fun and I could use with a look around here as well and looks like your horse has decided the cross ties look like a lovely meal" Isaac laughed softly at Ratchet and his attempts to chew away at the Cross ties attached to their halter. Isaac picked up Raven's blueberry blue halter and lead line off one the hooks outside her stalls and said, "Yeah i've got an arabian mare her names Raven Give me a second to put her halter and lead line back on and i'll be right with you and I think Raven and I can handle Ratchet as long as he doesn't decide he wishes to have us for diner and wow...poor guy I hate slaughter houses I don't get the point of them horses are amazing why would anyone want to kill them.."
Isaac blushed as he realized he'd been rambling on he quick slipped Raven's halter on and clipped on her lead line and led her out her new stall. Isaac smiled and kissed her nose before whispering to her, "You must be very confused huh pretty girl...One minute you get put in here the next i'm taking you out of here again" He rubbed her silky black forehead and led her over to where Tyler and Ratchet were. He was careful to keep Raven a few feet away from Ratchet in case the other horse decided to strike out or rear.
Word Count: 248 (Not bad considering my muse is low)
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Post by elixir on Feb 22, 2013 17:11:39 GMT -8
TYLER FRANCIS WYLDE [/b][/i] ~Take Your Records
Take Your Freedom~ [/color][/i][/size] Letting his thoughts wander as he finished hooking the lime green and black lined blanket to the large, stocky quarter horse. As Tyler adjusted the black halter with a slight off white patch of wool sort of material on the nose to help the young stallion to focus, like that of a race horse. Tyler then grasped the fancy, black leather lead line, the gold chain on the end clipped to the halter and then two inches down the leather started. As the light clip and clop of hooves reached Ratchets ears, he quickly perked his ears and looked to the mare, but as he saw her his ears flick to face the opposite direction. Ratchet snorted and tossed his head before stretching his neck out to take in her scent. As he did so, the stallion's ears slowly perked forward and he took a step toward the mare, just barely touching his nose with hers. Ty smirked and gave Ratchet a pat on the shoulder Good boy, Ratchet
With that he then looked to Isaac, knowing Ratchet no longer had a problem with the boy or the mare. As Isaac mentioned the slaughter houses, Ty nodded in agreement I couldn't agree more with you Isaac.. Ratchet had been being kept at a horse shelter but no one could touch him and he was in really bad shape SO I took the time and effort to bring this guy out of the hole[/color] With that Tyler turned Ratchet to walk out the stable doors, the first thing in sight is the pasture's where he had been riding with Charlie yesterday. Ratchet held his head high as they walked, the light chime of the spurs rang through the air as Tyler held on the part of the leather before the chain starts under the chin and the rest of the lead in his other hand.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center][/color] ~Take your Memories
I Don't Need'em~ [/color][/size][/right] |
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Post by isaac90 on Feb 22, 2013 17:25:08 GMT -8
Isaac smiled at Raven and patted her shoulder as Ratchet gave her tentative sniff before backing off. Isaac patted Raven's neck as she huffed at Ratchet softly before leading her after Tyler and Ratchet as they exited the barn. Isaac looked around in wonder at the large expanse of land that opened up before him as they made their way out of the stables. The first thing that caught his and Ratchet's interest once out of the stables was a large paddock.
Isaac realized he hadn't replied to anything Tyler had said for a moment so he said, "Looks like you did a good job with him he's seems like a good horse" Isaac let his attention wander to the fact that this stables would be the farthest from his home town of Minden, Ontario that he had ever been in his entire life it was a fact that both excited and terrified Isaac. He was glad to get away from the fact that his father was in afghanistan at that very moment fighting and putting his life on the line for his country. Isaac couldn't wait to see him again when he got home. A little nagging voice into bak of Isaac's voice muttered, 'IF he ever comes home alive'
Isaac shook his head to clear it of the negative thoughts that were emerging and tried to focus on following Tyler and Ratchet and not making a fool of himself in front of them. Tyler seemed like a nice guy and he'd rather have him think of him as a some what cool person then being a klutz and a foolish idiot. Isaac's gaze was once again drawn to the paddock he wondered if that was were Raven would be turned out when she was turned out or if she would turned out somewhere else and if so where on earth would she she turned out?
Word count: 319 (See! my muse is back!)
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Post by elixir on Feb 22, 2013 17:52:59 GMT -8
TYLER FRANCIS WYLDE [/b][/i] ~Take Your Records
Take Your Freedom~ [/color][/i][/size] Tyler had been encouraging the young stallion to walk forward as they began to head around the back of the stables and there were a few trails leading out and then a few more pasture's, Ty grinned as Ratchet pranced a little and then with a small check on the lead he calmed himself. Ty grinned and looked back at the other pair How you enjoying the scenery so far?
Ty then glanced out into the far fields, the snow perfectly even and untouched, like that in a photo or a painting, it looked to perfect. The two ebony horses blossomed against the pure white snow. Ratchet flared his nostrils and puffs of white smoke started to emerge from his steaming nostrils. ooc: I didn't want to jump to far ahead so I stopped here.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center][/color] ~Take your Memories
I Don't Need'em~ [/color][/size][/right] |
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Post by isaac90 on Feb 22, 2013 18:09:41 GMT -8
Isaac blinked as he followed Tyler's gaze to the even untouched blankets of snow he narrowed his eyes so he could see the stark white snow better as the sun glared on it causing an unpleasant glare to be cast off of the snow and into Isaac's eyes. Raven seemed to having the same issue as her rider as she kept looking away from the snow or she was just eager to keep moving forwards because she was bored of staring at a paddock.
Isaac looked over at Tyler and Ratchet as Tyler spoke Isaac shrugged and said, "It's pretty except for the snow which in my opinion is too bright and I don't really like snow anyways so yeah the paddocks cool is that were all the horses get turned out?" Raven having spotted a few horses darting around in the paddock lifted her head and let out a small whinny of greeting getting a distant whinny in response. Isaac smiled at Raven as he took notice of the trails they would be something he and Raven would be taking full advantage of while here.
Word Count: 188
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Post by elixir on Feb 26, 2013 14:33:18 GMT -8
TYLER FRANCIS WYLDE [/b][/i] ~Take Your Records
Take Your Freedom~ [/color][/i][/size] Tyler had been paying attention to the two horses darting around in the paddock when Ratchet decided to prance and lift his head, whinnying out to them and both replied with a bouncy response. Tyler was just rounding the corner when he heard Isaac call up and Ty turned to look at him, halting ratchet Yeah some horses go out there and some go over where we started
Tyler then was just going to walk Ratchet forward when the small band of young men came around then corner and they walked closer, until they were about two horses away and the tallest started talking Give us the boy and you can continue with your walk[/color] Tyler gripped the halter tighter as he noticed Ratchets nostrils flare and his ears slightly turned themselves backwards, signalling that the boys were not welcome in Ratchets personal space. Tyler chuckled and shook his head There is no way you are getting the boy[/color] With that the tallest started walking closer but when they were about a horse length away. Ratchet snorted and neighed a shrill, battle cry and reared up, the boys jumped back to avoid getting struck by the thunderous hooves of the stallion.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center][/color] ~Take your Memories
I Don't Need'em~ [/color][/size][/right] |
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Post by isaac90 on Feb 26, 2013 14:59:19 GMT -8
Isaac nodded and glanced around at the rest of the scenery he just starting to get an idea of just how big the property was he had a feeling it was even bigger then he thought it was at the moment because he had yet to see all of the arenas and he was sure they had trails for Cross-Country and trail rides. He looked up as he heard a guy that wasn't Tyler say something he looked up only to have his heart jump to his throat it was the group of guys from before in the tack room.
He subconsciously backed away closer to Raven and took a tighter hold of her lead line the black mare noticing the uneasy air around her started to prance just as Ratchet being a stallion reared and pawed the ground sending the group who had slowly advanced scattering backwards away from his flailing hooves. Isaac not having heard what the boys wanted called out, "What you punks what this time?"
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