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[azaria]

no rose, no daisy can touch what i got

hey i'm a wildflower, growin' in the sunshine
------------------------------ soakin' up the way of life i was raised in. runnin' barefoot,

A low and distinct hum floated through the atmosphere. The musical notes rhythmically making sense, and petite feet followed the sound. Blond, wavy hair whipped around the fair complexion of a twenty-two year old girl. She seemed pleasant. Her eyes were a bright and alluring brown that sparked as she captured the sun's ethereal light. Her delicate body swayed in time with her humming, and though she seemed fragile she moved with such delicate ease that her compact dancer's body emphasized her lines. Black jodhpurs grappled at her lower torso, and made her slender body look rather enticing. A pale pink t-shirt was snug on her body, and as she twirled through the barn, she felt young again.

She smiled at the figures of horses that blurred past her vision, and she stopped herself before she became dizzy. She was elegant and sort of refined, but looks were always so deceiving. Whilst the elegant part may have been true, Azaria was a little off from refined. She was a classy lady... Refined seemed better suited for queens and kings that held royal bloodlines. The humming had ceased as she gazed around the stables which had been unusually calm for this time of day. The afternoon hours always seemed to be the busiest, but as she walked through the aisle way, she only found herself smiling every so often to a few stable hands here and there. She glanced to her left to see that the stall that had once held her stallion was vacant and she strode outside with purpose. She did give a few dance steps here and there, tensing every muscle that needed to be with expertise. Dancing was only a hobby, and had once been her life, but then horses she had been guided towards with the faithful hand of her father. He trained Thoroughbreds for a living, and it seemed to be in Azaria's blood that she fell in love with the hot-headed creatures.

Azaria pulled back her hair into a pony tail, and as she did so heard the faint but familiar whinny of her stallion. The angered voice tainted the calamity of the spring day, and her heart lurched within her chest. Fear ached within her body as there was once again silence. Alert and focused, she allowed her eyes to casually dart about, searching frantically through the pasture that lay a good distance ahead of her. Another whinny of rage filtered through the air, and the urgency within the girl became clear. She surged forwards with power and strength, her agility taking her far into the greenery that kept distance between her and the stallion she loved. Her black paddock boots dug into the earth, pushing her forwards with ease as she ran. Her strides lengthened and as sweat began to bead upon her brow, she clambered up the white fence and dropped with an inaudible thud into the pasture. ”Doctor,” Azaria managed to breathe, and the anxiety swelled within her. She had required that her blood bay Thoroughbred occupy a pasture by himself due to his temperament as well as hate for stallions in general. Her eyes shifted around, trying to capture the coat that she knew all too well.

There was silence again, save for her shallow breathing as she maneuvered herself through the pasture. Then a whicker came from the right, she turned on her heels, and ran towards it. As she did so, the sound of rapidly approaching hooves were headed her way. Pivoting on her heels once more, she watched the small incline of a hill intensely. The figure of her 16.3 hand high stallion began to materialize and the fear left her immediately. No one had put their own horses at risk. She felt relief wash over her as the stallion proceeded its gallop towards her with passion. In his brown eyes they reflected her far off body, but quickly overwhelmed his gaze. His eyes were filled with a mixture of rage, passion, and joy.

His muscular body slowed to a halt in front of her. His nostrils flaring as he nudged her. Azaria exhaled the breath in which she had been holding in, and her worried eyes scanned his body. There was no evidence of blood or anything that told her of a fight that had been ensued; however, trotting along the edges of another pasture was a gelding that seemed unfazed by her stallion's outbursts. Doctor Love gave an arrogant snort towards him before focusing on Azaria. She stroked him, allowing her slender hands move over his slick body. His muscles were tensed with energy, and she sighed as she shook her head. What a day to pick to ride him.

Doctor nickered towards her, and Azaria only smiled as she walked away. He fell into step beside her, refusing to let her out of his sight. When the duo reached the gate, the loyalty and care the stallion had shown was something that they had always known. Azaria lifted the halter onto his face, but he had lowered it so she could easily fasten it. She led him into the barn - where with nimble and skilled hands - she tacked him up with experience. A helmet was secured to her head, and was out of sheer safety rather than trust. She trusted Doctor, but she knew his antics better than anyone. He could strike out without warning and without reason, and would be side-lined by fury.

She grabbed a lunge line, and led him to the arena. He was silent for the most part, but that arrogance in which he displayed captured the attention from other stallions that had beckoned him. Doctor had given them what for, and the majority of the stallions had lowered their head in submission. Doctor held a bad reputation, but Azaria would stick by him through and through. His quivering muscles were anticipating a ride, and he began to prance out of excitement.

Azaria stood in the farther end of the jumping arena and Doctor walked around her in a circle. As he encircled her at a slow pace, he began to grow antsy. He threw up his head and stopped to paw at the ground; however, Azaria urged him onwards. ”Behave,” she chided him with a stern voice, and Doctor settled down only slightly. His walk seemed rather quick, but Azaria decided it had been better than the other day. He had gone from a walk to a canter in a blink of an eye, and wasn't having being listened to. He wanted to do what he wanted, but Azaria wasn't going to let a thousand pound animal boss her around. She was quick to correct him, and from then on there were only a few bumps in the path.

A horse that could teach her, and she could teach the horse in return was ideal, and Doctor always had something up his sleeve to surprise Azaria with. He was always testing her, but the amount of devotion to the girl was always apparent within those blazing eyes. Azaria clicked her tongue, asking him for a trot. Doctor's body lurched forwards at the chance at a faster pace, and was more than happy to oblige. His trot was still quick, and she began to hum a slow rhythm in which she wanted. She had a tendency to hum to her stallion when his gait was quicker than she wanted it to be, and like all the times before, Doctor gave a belligerent snort before hesitantly following what the humming directed him to do. ”Good boy, Love,” she praised him, and Doctor gave a whicker of happiness. All he wanted was to make her happy, and having heard those words made him beyond content.

Upon Azaria's command, the stallion began his lengthy canter, but Azaria saw the want and need to gallop. Galloping was within his blood, and Azaria frequently galloped him, but due to her inexperience and no one to teach her she couldn't race him. With Doctor's temperament as well as loyalty to the girl he kept a watchful eye on, he refused to even allow another onto his back. No, that would never happen in a life time.

Azaria relaxed her posture and he returned to a walk, and she smiled at him. He then cut through the center of his man-made circle, and approached Azaria. She offered her hand, and without hesitation, he pressed his muzzle against it. He gave a gentle nicker as he did so, and Azaria smiled pleasantly up at him. ”There's my good boy,” she murmured as she removed the lunge line, and hooked it onto one of the rails. Azaria let down her stirrups, and mounted onto the back of Doctor. He had settled, and though he still had energy to boot he was quieter than he had been previously.

She clucked him into a trot, and Doctor moved with fluidity in any gate. Like owner, like horse. She sat astride him, and they moved like they were one. Following his outside shoulder, she rose with him, keeping the pace in which she wanted. His medium paced trot and naturally arched neck made him look elegant, and his conformation was grand. Doctor had his faults, but all horses did.

Azaria moved around the arena with a small smile upon her pale, pink lips. She gently squeezed his side, and Doctor responded immediately. Azaria had a reasonably sensitive horse, but hell, he could fight back and give her a good battle. She always won him over for the most part. Azaria released everything within her head, and focused solely upon the horse was in tune with. The world around her a blur and everything faded into a tuned-out peacefulness. The only sound was the rhythm of her hors, and their breathing and my, what a sound.

bloomin' in a summer shower, ponytail
dancin', i can't help it, i'm a wild flower. i'm just a
--------------------------------- girl who needs a little sun, a little rain, an open field to play

.tagged. Open to all
.words. 1,646
.notes. Please, excuse the length, I had muse and got a little carried away. =: P Hope you enjoy and ignore the crappiness. Haha!
.lyrics. wildflower - janedear girls
.credit. <33 @ CAUTION 2.0

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