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Post by Drake Farvall on Mar 7, 2008 21:25:28 GMT -5
Shoulders shifted as he sat upon the lightly shrouded hill side and watched the horses in the pastures grazing. He himself had not been assigned a horse as of yet. He wished they would hurry his application up so he could be out on his own away from all the fuss. His voids looked across the landscape wishing he could feel like the playful horses. Running and bucking they made it clear they were free. Freedom...what was freedom? He questioned this as his mind began to float away in his own thoughts.
His family far from perfect began to cloud his mind. Why was it he was the one who never got along with everyone else? His popularity at high school had been great, though he often didn’t want it. He seemed to be more of the typed guy who wanted to hang with a certain few rather than have the many that would turn and talk behind your back. Backstabbers he mumbled as he came back into life. His shoulders let his broad chest and forearms stretch skyward. He felt his shoulder pop before he released the grueling hold he had on the opposite wrist. His gaze went to the black wrist band he had attached on his left wrist. Its saying was something another he didn’t care about.
Expanding and contracting chest moved as he spat the stale carbon dioxide out of his lungs. His mouth opened and sighed making the oxygen get pressed out of his entire body. He held breath for moment on end before sucking the crisp air back into his lungs. His jaws parted in a broad yawn as he shifted his necklace made from hemp typed material around into the front, latch in the back. Suffering was great; he only needed something or maybe someone to take it all away. To be his only escape. |
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Post by Drake Farvall on Mar 7, 2008 21:28:35 GMT -5
messed that up. o.O
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Post by .mackenzie michaels. on Mar 8, 2008 0:15:52 GMT -5
The young woman led the paint Arab stud up toward the pasture. He danced and pranced beside her, his tail in the air, head held high in the proud Arabian stance. She rolled her eyes as she shoved her, as if to tell her to go faster. She shook her head. Knock it off, respect my space she murmured, flicking the lead rope at his chest to get him to back off. He threw his nose in the air, as if in offense, but he backed off, and the blonde laughed.
Her attire that day was a littlet out of the norm for her. She wore the rainbow tights with white tennis shoes on her feet. A black tank top with a flowy bottom that hung down to her hips, with a pink white and brown striped top. It looked a little funky, but somehow it worked on her. The sides of her hair were pulled back on the back of her head, and dark eyeliner lined her eyes. Dark blue shadow covered her lids, and mascara made her lashes look long. No lipstick covered her lips, today, but they were thin and pale pink and fit her face well.
Her gaze wandered to the boy who leaned on the fence and she opened the gate to the pasture next to the one he was gazing into. It was empty, and Mackenzie figured it would be best to leave the stud to his own devices, rather than shoving other horses with him. She figured that'd be courting disaster. She turned the stud loose and patted his rump as he barreled through the gate, kicking up his heels and narrowly missing the girl. She shook her head as she closed the gate behind him and hung the halter on a post before wandering over to the boy. Beautiful creatures, aren't they? she asked, rather out of no where, but she seemed perfectly comfortable with the situation...Sorry, I'm Mackenzie she said with a nod, extending her hand be fore leaning on the fence to watch the horses, her gaze wandering to the paint stud that still barreled ar ound the corral at a mad pace, bucking and kicking and rearing and having a grand old time...
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Post by Drake Farvall on Mar 8, 2008 15:05:48 GMT -5
He shifted gaze to what he heard the hooves steadily prancing along nudging the girl. He shook his head as the stallion had kicked up his heels narrowly missing the female who accompanied her. His brows furrowed lightly as he wanted to make sure he didn’t have to pretend he knew how to doctor someone up. He gave a bit of a smile before he watched the horse barreling about the pasture full of fire and life. This made him want his assigned horse more so now, though he had to wait. This was near far from high school in his home town.
He looked to the girl as she approached. He listened for a moment before he took her hand in his for a brief moment and shook it before she leaned against the fence. He figured he should be nice enough to speak to her. He gave a short smile before he began to speak. Hi, I’m Drake. Yea, yea they are. He gave a short explanation to her words, for he didn’t really know her that well, and to begin he was normally quiet. Shoulders shifted beneath his shirt as he looked over to the horse. Full of life isn’t he? he asked her looking at the horse. He began to look out over the pasture toward the other horses watching the stud now.
Bolting toward the face to greet the stallion they let their manes flow over their broad necks in an elegant fashion. He glanced back toward the rather pretty female as he cocked his head a bit at the interesting outfit she wore. He smirked as he turned away as to not stare her down. His eyes squinted upward toward the bright rays casting shadows over the trees just barely reaching to his boots. His weight shifted over his frame as he grew tired of it on a singular side. He hoped the girl would pick up conversation once more but hey, it was her choice. |
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Post by .mackenzie michaels. on Mar 8, 2008 21:25:52 GMT -5
The girl smirked as she watched the horses run to look at the stud. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He's got too much spunk for his own good... She rolled her eyes. He's pretty crazy, but we get on alright, I suppose..No worse than I did with my mom's horses.. She shrugged.
She watched the other horses in the field. It reminded her a lot of home. She wandered over to the paddock where her stud was in and climbed the fence, ballancing herself carefully on the top rail, with a hand on each side and her heels keeping her ballanced. Her eyes followed the stallion, but she glanced over to see if Drake had followed her. She realized that she had kind of just left him hanging and that it'd been kind of rude, but if he wanted to keep it going, he could...
She watched the horse move smoothly around the paddock and wondered why she'd been so blessed as to have the opportunity to work with these amazing creatures. Not just Zaney, but horses as a whole. She loved what she did, and sometimes she wondered how and why she'd gotten so lucky. She shook her head, blinking against the rays of sun. She looked completely out of place, there in a mucky barn. She looked like some punk from the city, not an expirienced horse woman. But somehow, she fit there, too. Maybe because she just looked so at home, not even flinching when the stud came barelling toward her and slid to a stop only a foot or two from the fence. Hello there, boy was all she said as she reached out to stroke his face, glancing around again for Drake.
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Post by Drake Farvall on Mar 8, 2008 21:50:19 GMT -5
He seemingly just shrugged his shoulders. He looked over the terra lightly as he watched the horses race. His vision transfigured to the female who walked away. well he said to himself on a lighter note. He watched her sit upon the fence and felt she was to look toward him so he glanced away. His visionaries were upon the horses for moments more before he glanced back to her.
Breaking the chain of silence he walked over toward the fence where she sat. Mind if i pet him He asked her in a general tone. He was just trying to bring up some type of conversation toward the duo. It had been rather quiet of late as he had gotten there. He gave a gentle smile toward her as he waited for her response before he would infiltrate the fence to pet the horse. See that grey there. They call him stormy i believe...I want to be assigned to him True it had read on the paper he was hot tempered and hard to handle, he liked that in a horse. It just seemed to fit him rather well. |
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Post by .mackenzie michaels. on Mar 8, 2008 23:57:08 GMT -5
She breathed a sigh of relief when he followed. She'd been a bit scared that he thought she'd just blown him off, which she hadn't...Well, not intentionally anyway. Not at all she responded, in answer to his question. Her own hand still rubbed the stud's forehead firmly. He's a good boy. She smiled.
Her gaze followed Drake's to the pasture. She nodded in recognition. He looks like a good horse she said with a nod, her hand still absently under Zaney's chin. I considered him she said with a slight nod. I like the looks of him. She nodded. He's got gorgeous conformation... she murmured, now musing aloud to herself more than anything else.
Her gaze meandered over the other horses in the pasture, most of which she didn't know, but she supposed she would soon. We'll have to go trail riding together sometime.. she said with a nod. She accented trail firmly. She always hated talking about riding horses with guys...You couldn't just saying "let's go riding." It sounded like something else...And Mackenzie didn't do anything to get herself labeled as a s.lut. Not to mention it just made for rather akward conversation...
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Post by Drake Farvall on Mar 9, 2008 21:36:27 GMT -5
He shrugged his shoulders gently pushed forward as he shifted his weight. Of course. I’ll listen to anything you have to say. He looked toward her in confidence as he waited for a moment If it makes you trust me more...ill confide in you as well and let you in on my life's story, though its far from great He looked over to her.
He began to wait, it was to be expected that she would take her time on this, loosing someone had to be hard. He himself didn’t know this feeling. He kept thinking back to his far from perfect life and how he wished now he hadn’t caused so many problems, but they caused his problems as well. Breath came out toward the waves casting shadows upon the ground easily. He returned gaze gently to the face that streamed the liquidous substance over the flushed cheeks. |
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