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Post by Bambi Artemis Northwood on Mar 10, 2013 9:15:04 GMT -8
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The sound of heavy hoof beats half a step behind her was a familiar one and aided in calming her mind a bit. Though it was still winter it was nearing the beginning of spring and the nights had finally begun to warm up a bit, though she didn't plan to keep Kamikaze out that long. A soft snort brought her back to reality long enough to unlock the gate and lead her gelding through before perching on the top of the fence to keep an eye on him. Unfortunately, Kamikaze had a terrible reputation in the barn, especially when it came to other male horses. However, he was a perfect and protective gentleman around mares and foals but the guidelines at Crossfire almost always prevented him from being turned out with them. And since the pastures were always full during the day it meant that Kaze had to wait until around dusk to be let out graze: something Bambi almost always did herself. In the summer she would let him stay out all night but, with the temperature still dipping fairly low during the night, she planned on watching him for a couple hours tonight and putting him back in his stall for the remainder of the evening.
With a gentle sigh she balanced herself on the top of the fence and leaned backwards, laying with her head on the fence post and long legs stretched out in front of her. Her legs were clad with dark skinny jeans which tucked into to knee-high brown boots and a pair of knit leg warmers, specific to the weather, peeked gently from the top. In an attempt to fight off the cold she had a long-sleeved black v-neck and a medium weight varsity jacket. Traditionally she would take the time to clean out his stall but she left that to the stablehands tonight with the intent on just wasting hours with her horse. In working double shifts at the bar she hadn't been able to get out riding much but was still grateful for the relaxation time with the gelding. As always, Kazi stayed within a couple feet of the fence; as if protecting her while her mind wandered.
Lazily she thought back to living in with her mother in upstate New York. The years of partying and arrests that had plagued her highschool life. She had been an embarrassment to her mother and her grandparents for years until she cleaned herself up and was rewarded with Kamikaze and an apartment a couple miles from the barn. It was a huge hike to move but it also provided her a shorter traveling distance to Rick's (her new stepfather) breeding farm in Kentucky and to see her mother. Despite what she had told her parents her life in Addison wasn't thriving as much as it seemed. After all the hours she put in at work she just had enough time to visit Kaze everyday and take care of her cat and dog at home, occasionally taking a few minutes for a quick barn-based interaction with another rider.
Pulling her waist-length blond hair from behind her back, which had been tied into a messy braid for the night, she occupied herself with inspecting the ends for splits. She felt lame in wishing for more friends at Crossfire, or any where in Addison: like a highschool reject. "What about you, Kaze?"
[/color] The gelding lifted his head at the sound of his voice, nickering softly and trotting over to her. She patted her stomach lightly and he gently resting his head on her abdomen, blowing a soft exhale onto her face. "Do you wish for more friends? Or are you a happy loner?"[/color] Kaze snorted playfully, an answer which she assumed meant 'I'm a happy loner, that's why I attack all of my pasture-mates.' Laughing, she stroked his forelock and began humming to him softly, her mind drifting off again under the slow setting of the sun. [/size][/blockquote] ----------
If vision in the only validation [/color][/font] Then most of my life isn't real [/center][/font] tagged: open!
lyrics: Black and Gold by Sam Sparro
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Post by quinniethegreat on Mar 10, 2013 18:33:22 GMT -8
Eleanor slowly approached her mare's stall, her gaze prideful as her eyes came to rest on the horse's muscular back. She rested her arms on the top of the bottom half of the stall door, and watched her mare as she ate. Tessa's ear flickered back towards Eleanor, and after another mouthful or two of hay, she picked up her head and turned around to stick her nose in El's face. Eleanor laughed quietly and shoved the dirty, slobbery face away, shaking her head and taking a step back from the stall. "Hold on, baby," she murmured, and turned to grab the bright purple halter hanging on the wall next to the mare's stall. Turning back around, Eleanor saw that her horse had turned back around, and was again munching on the hay sitting in the corner of her stall. "Contessa," she said sternly, but with a hint of laughter in her voice. "Get over here." The horse nickered, but gave in, turning around after a moment. El slipped the halter over Tess' head and then slid her fingers under her horse's chin, holding her head there while she grabbed a lead line from the hook the halter had been on just a moment ago.
After unlatching the stall door, Eleanor pulled it open and led Tess out of the stall, and down the barn aisle. She took a deep breath when the cool air hit her as she and her mare exited the barn. She started leading Contessa down to the pastures, losing herself in thought as they walked. After a minute or two she came back to the present, and caught sight of a figure perched on the fence. She also saw a horse standing in front of the person, his or her head seemingly pressed against the human. ”Hey,” [/color] she called out as she approached the gate to the pasture. ”Is it alright if I stick my mare in with your horse? She won't be a brat unless it's a stallion."[/color] Eleanor stopped in front of the fence and the person she now realized was a girl sitting on it. She looked the girl up and down, examining her outfit, hair, and features carefully. She decided the girl looked nice enough, unlike some of the other blondes that El had met in her life time. Like that dumbass Addelynn from home, she thought to herself, a small, bitter smile appearing on her face as the thought ran through her head. She quickly wiped the smile off her face, however, for a fear that the blonde girl might interpret it wrong. She let out a quiet sigh, and reached up a hand to rub under Tess's forelock and between her ears. ”I'm Eleanor, by the way, and this is Contessa The Great." She smiled pridefully as she looked over at the large chestnut mare beside her. ”Although I just call her Tess."[/justify] |
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Post by Bambi Artemis Northwood on Mar 11, 2013 18:05:55 GMT -8
I feel a way of something beyond them [/font] And I don't see what I can feel----------[/center]
Bambi sat up quickly at the sound of the voice, slightly startled, causing her braid to swing against the back of her maroon jacket. "Oh, hi! Sorry I thought you were one of the stable hands: they have such a strict rule on fence-sitting." Turning her head she let out a short, sharp whistle at her gelding. In response to the visitors, Kaze had his ears pinned back slightly but grudgingly relaxed his body position at the sound of the whistle. "I'm Bambi. And this is Kamikaze, like the pilots. But I just call him Kaze." She returned the girl's tone with an equally happy one, focusing on relaxing her face. Unfortunately, Bambi had a nasty habit of walking around with a perpetual bitch face, which she often assumed kept people from talking to her. Lifting her leg she swung over the fence and dropped into the inside of the pasture, gently shooing Kaze further inside.
"He's a gelding, so you're more than welcomed to join us." With a smile she motioned to the gate. "Unfortunately, I can't promise that he won't be a total grump. It tends to run in his nature." The blond reached down and grabbed Kaze's halter off the grass before climbing back to the top of the fence. She genuinely wished this wasn't one of the gelding's terribly grumpy days and that he would be his normal, goodhearted self around the mare. The last she needed was for him to mess up her opportunities at making a friend. Pulling her knees upward she balanced herself on the top two boards of the fence before dropping her halter on the nearest fence post. Honestly, she rarely used the halter on her all-black gelding as he tended to be fairly responsive to following her around with out many complaints or arguments.
"So..." Bambi offered a small smile at the other girl. "How long have you been in Addison?"
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If vision in the only validation [/color][/font] Then most of my life isn't real [/center][/font] tagged: open!
lyrics: Black and Gold by Sam Sparro
notes: Sorry it's a short response.
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