New girl on the block [open]

[Kaitlyn Beth Johnson]

A deep grumble announced the arrival of the red and white 1968 Chevy truck. The girl behind the wheel pulled drove the truck and into a parking spot out of the way. “Well Teras,” her brown eyes turned to the huge brindle dog beside her, “this is the barn.” The Presa-Canario let his tongue loll as his brown eyes took in his nervous master. Her curly brown hair fell around her shoulders as she glanced at the slowly rising sun. ‘Maybe living here will be nice.’ She thought as she unfolded the piece of paper with the stall number on it. After turning the truck off and clipping her to Teras’s collar she opened the door and slid out. A snap made the massif dog leap from the cab. “Heel Teras.” She whispered as she reached behind the seat and grabbed the leather halter. Striding to the back of the trailer she unlatched the door and swung it open. A loud whinny pierced the cool morning air as she latched the halter on the stallion. A huge smile covered her entire face as she backed the stud out of the trailer. The white and dapple grey Andalusian stallion pranced his hears up and eyes sharp with excitement. “Easy boy!” She crooned to him as she closed the trailer door keeping her eye on Dallas.

Once inside the barn she led Dallas still prancing and snorting down the aisle. Finally they reached the stall door, and carefully pulling it open she lead Dallas in. “Teras stay out there for now.” Her voice was sweet but powerful. Usually Dallas and Teras got along pretty well, but the new place had Dallas much too excited for that. Taking the halter off she pulled a small vile from her pocket. “Dallas calm down sweetheart.” She said softly and started to hum lightly as she took the top off the bottle of lavender. She poured a little in her hands and rubbed them together and offered them to the fired up stallion. Unable to resist his mistress’s sweet touch he lowered his flaming nostrils to her hands. As he breathed in the calming scent Kaite could see Dallas’s sides relaxing. “There you go boy. You just need to settle in huh sweetheart?” Her smile grew as he lipped her small hands. Reaching up she rubbed the oil on his muzzle before starting to rub his ears.

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[Caroline Taylor Grever]

Caroline Taylor Grevers

I walked quietly down the aisle, my hands playing with my hair as usual. My legs were sore from my earlier ride with Mander, however he needed a shower and I am sure, no matter how bitter I was at the moment, he deserved one.

Stella followed closely at my heels, the pitter patter of her puppy claws ticking against the pavement. Her nose had gotten bored of the new smells, and her tongue was hanging well out of her mouth. She was ready to go to our new home, and I was too, but I really owed it to Mander to show some form of affection.

I rounded the corner to the Main barn, where Mander was probably neck deep in his hay basket, but was distracted by the first person I had seen since I moved here. I was an awkward person, not exactly sociable. I could still turn around, I could run and not return. Better yet, I could just move back home. Yes, that sounded nice. Where snow was around for more then half the year and I knew every corner stores name, and their owners. Yes, home. I turned on my heels about to retreat.

Stella on the other hand, had other plans. Before I even heard her little yap I knew she was on the road to new friends. I jumped around the corner, embarrassed but not quite sure about what. Ok, Stella could find a new home. Yes, that is doable. Though I knew deep down even if she could move on without me, I still needed her company cuddles at night.

"Stella!" I hissed at my prancing Basset Hound as she ran down the aisle. This was not apart of the plan. I jogged after her, my legs burning now ten times worse then they were before, and I snatched her a few feet before she reached the girl. "God I am so sorry" I stuttered, trying to make as minimal eye contact as I could.

Stella walked her tail apologetically, looking at me with sorry written all over her eye expression. I just stared down at her, being immune to her pity. "Bad dog" I insisted with weak authority.

I looked up, now face to face with a stranger. She seemed young enough, her hair a curly brown that distracted from her face. I felt it hard to focus on just on aspect, then again I have always been an over analyzer. I reached my hand out, my eyes cooling to an emotionless stare, "I am Caroline, and you are?"

Seriously, putting me in a socializing environment was like putting a shark in a jungle. I was out of place, and useless. I had never been good at introductions, or small talk, or... Well, girls. I mean, I was pretty and popular at my old school, but not for my kindness. Once I graduated, I had done my best to avoid everyone from my past except for maybe my two best friends. Other then that, I was more a best guy friend kind of girl. I was awful at socializing with girls, because I felt like I had to compete. Everything was a competition, especially when it came appearance. I was easily intimidated, therefore, I had my guard up when it came to girls.

I toyed with Stellas collar as she licked my hand, debating on whether to let this girl finish the awkward introduction, or just run and go greet my lovely stud. Even with his awful performance today, I would rather be dealing with his impatience then making friends. Lord help me.