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I've decided to start a stable roleplay. ^_^ I hope you guys have fun! There is currently no plot right now, but if you have any suggestions, just tell me. =D

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[Blackie claims a Lipizzaner show horseh && her rider. <3333
She'll get the intro up... eventually when she manages to find enough time to type something up quickly.]

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A slim figured girl walked to Willow Run, smelling the sweet smell of horses, hay, and leather coming from the green and white stables. The wind played with the rings of long obsidian hair that she had, making her bangs rest to the side on her forehead. As she walked into the stable, her deep ocean colored eyes searched for her horse. She had just got it little while ago, and it used to be a wild horse. The girls name was Rae, and she was 14 years old.. She had a nice personality, but she was also pretty tough, although she was extremely gentle with horses. She treated them as though they were human beings, and understood them.

A thin silver chain hung around her neck, and a line of eyeliner ringed her ocean colored eyes. She wasn't one to wear allot of makeup or jewelry, but sometimes did for special occasions. She loved to draw horses, and her room walls were covered in her paintings and drawings of the horses at the stables, and some wild ones too. She was a talented artist; her paintings actually looked real, and she mixed the most amazing colors to bring her artwork to life.

As she made her way to her horse's stall, she quieted her steps, her boots now only making soft thuds on the floor. She was dressed right now in short brown boots, with half chaps that went up to her knees. Also, she had on tan riding pants and light blue T-shirt. She reached Skye, the radiant white Arabian mare studied her rider with intelligent chocolate brown eyes, and snorted to her. She was originally a wild horse, so she was very fiery. Rae had had her for a year now, and Skye was almost fully trained. She just didn't like to be with allot of horses that she didn't know. Skye watched as Rae went and got her tack, a dark brown English bridle and a saddle to match, with a silver plate in the back of it that said SKYE in engraved letters.

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Brilliant golden rays of sunshine descended from the sky and onto the ground, bathing everything in a beautiful glowing light. Melodic notes of birdsong could be heard drifting and riding along the gentle breezes that passed through the land, bringing the scent of horses along with the sound. If you listened closely, you could hear the gentle tustling of the body of water next to the golden sandy beaches near the land. Colorful splashes of color were sprawled out everywhere; flowers that had dug their roots into the rich, moist earth.

Amongst all this beauty was a solid white horse moving elegantly. Each step the horse took was a carefully planned one. The horse's tail, placed in an arch that glittered a silvery color underneath the sun's shining rays. A thick strand of leather, part of a bridle, was underneath the horse's amber eyes that seemed to have an intelligent and placid look written in them. The horse's long and silky mane, glittering silver in the sunlight, moved in a pattern as she took each stride, her arched neck moving in a rhythmic pattern.

Golden bracelets had been clipped around her ankles, serving as anklets. The sun's golden light danced off of the bands of gold, causing light to reflect off and scatter about. A similar gold band had been clipped into her silvery white mane. Golden tassels weaved from thick, gold dyed threads branched off from the band in her mane, moving up and down along with her mane as she continued moving over the terrain.

The elegance of the equine meant many types of bloodlines, but her specific and fluid way of her movements showed sign that she was of Lipizzaner pedigree and ancestry. In fact, only pure Lipizzaner blood ran through her veins, giving her the shape and form to her refined and ornate movements. Her slender frame just proved even more that she was a Lippizaner, a "light horse" as it was known.

The equine was extremely mellow and tranquil in her demeanor. She was also rather obedient, but she still showed anybody who rode riding her that she wasn't their slave; she was a creature on earth just as they were, meaning that they should treat her equally. Most of the times, she even got that amount of respect from her riders, despite the fact that she was an equine. She was patient, but like all creatures on earth, her patience could be worn thin at times.

In all her exoticness, it could be easily said that she stood out from all the rest of the equines boarded at the same stables as her. Even her name aided her in the fact that she was different. Sariae wasn't exactly the type of name you would encounter everyday.

Riding Sariae with a faintly amused look on her face was a female of sixteen years. Not being one for all the fancy riding outfits that included jodphurs and the rest, the female wore a pale blue blouse that hugged her slender frame as well as a pair of faded jeans. She did, however, where knee-high riding boots.

As to the question of whether the female rode English or Western? Well, she rode both, but currently she wasn't doing either style; she was just riding along with Sariae, not really directing her Lippizzaner horse where to go. Some would have thought that the female had no talent and no control over her equine, but if you thought more on the subject, the female was actually helping Sariae by giving her free rein [literally!]. Doing so allowed her horse to get to pick its own course instead of her always having to guide Sariae.

The female was actually quite a talented rider. She wasn't one for jumping or racing, but she did have a certain knack for dressage. It was true that this calm and placid sport in horseback riding was the one that least fit her personality, yet she was just... good at it for some reason.

It was true -- you didn't exactly see a fiery and hot-tempered type of person doing dressage, which required a cool head and being able to follow directions no matter what. The female didn't like having to obey orders, yet she liked dressage. How typical. How hypocritical.

A few months ago, the female had halted her dressage training to take on something even more difficult. Seeing the fact that she owned a Lipizzaner, she now had her sights set upon preforming the show techniques of a Lipizzaner. She was currently stuck on getting Sariae to rear on command since her gentle equine wasn't exactly that type of horse to do such a thing.

At the current moment, the female had decided to take Sariae out for a brief ride, although it wasn't exactly orderly since she was letting Sariae choose wherever she wanted to go. No bridle had been placed on Sariae, only the silk blanket. It was a rather odd sight to see; a refined and elegant looking equine with a blanket that matched the equine's exquisiteness, yet the rider of the equine was dressed plainly in a blouse and a pair of jeans. Still, the female who was Sariae's rider as well as owner didn't go without decent looks.

She had a reasonably tan skin complexion, curtisy of the numerous hours spent in the sun that past summer, helping out with the horses as well as hanging out with friends. Long, silky raven black hair cascaded down her back in gentle ringlets. Her bangs were swept to the side, slightly covering her right eye. The female was careful, however, to leave her hair so that it didn't corrupt her sight when she was riding. At the present time, a slight ring of eyeliner lined her pale violet eyes.

The female was named Rory. While it wasn't exactly the most common name, it wasn't the most uncommon name either. Not being one for jewelry, yet still wearing sparse amounts of it, a silver chain with no charms was snaked around her neck; a necklace. When she had been younger, around the ages between ten and twelve, she probably would have had a necklace with a horse charm on it to show off how much she loved horses. Even though Rory still did like horses immensely, she was a teenager and therefore more sophisticated. Silver hoop earrings dangled from her ears, carefully placed so that they didn't snag or catch on anything, especially her hair, as she rode Sariae.

Rory had purchased Sariae a while ago, or rather, her parents had bought Sariae for her on her tenth birthday after she had spent hours on the internet, trying to search for the perfect horse for her. Her parents had easily known Rory to favor Lipizzaner horses; even now she still did.

If you had looked into Rory's room [which was also partially a mess, of course], you would have seen something like an artist's studio. A bed had been placed in the corner of her room and a bookshelf as well as a nightstand sat next to it. Besides those three things, everything else was basically a work space -- for drawing. Indeed, many pictures, looking as if they would jump up and become alive at any moment, were everywhere -- tacked onto walls, stored in her desk drawers, and crammed into anywhere she could find. Her wall color was a cream colored, but you couldn't exactly see it through the large amount of pictures.

All in all, Rory was a rather hot-tempered and artistic type of teenager while her horse was basically the opposite in the matters of temprament -- Sariae was always gentle and tranquil. Together, the two seemed to balance each other out.

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Sariae ambled about, bringing Rory wherever she wanted to go. The ivory colored mare took dainty steps forward. Although Sariae's movement of making small and elegant steps was pretty and quite pleasing to the eye, it was rather difficult, in Rory's mind, to post along with the Lipizzaner's gait when she was trotting. There were certainly many things that Sariae could do, such as gallop off with Rory on her back or to buck Rory off, yet Sariae would never do anything like that, not as long as she lived. Sariae remained at a slow, yet still rather graceful, walk so that even the not fully awake Rory didn't have to worry about anything happen.

More bright, warm rays of sunshine cast their glance onto the earth, warming it and causing everything to awaken from their light slumber. More birdsong sounded out in the air, crisp and with a sense of delight. A few white, puffy clouds hung around in the sky, but nothing else remained in the neverending azure sky besides the small handful of clouds and the golden, gleaming sun that warmed everything in its sight. Gently, a breeze stirred the forest glades surrounding the meadow the two, equine and rider, were in. Rainbows of color were marked in along the lush green grass, showing that there were abundant amount of flowers pushing through the rich, dark brown colored earth.

Everything smelt clean and fresh, the smell of the beautiful season known as spring. In these few months when it wasn't too cold or too hot, Rory was determined to master the technique of getting Sariae to rear on command. It was true that she hadn't exactly gotten too far in Sariae's training with that, but still, when Rory was determined enough, she would try until she or Sariae dropped dead, whichever happened to occur first.

Rory was languidly perched upon the blanket on Sariae's back, dozing slightly. She looked up as Sariae gradually slowed down then halted. Although Sariae couldn't exactly speak to Rory in the human language, her ivory colored mare did make a gesture that looked rather as if she wanted her to dismount. Seeing a glimpse of wiseness in Sariae's eyes as if her Lipizzaner mare understood everything, Rory nodded as if she knew all along what Sariae wanted her to do. Even though Rory was a talented rider, dismounting was still a pain for her no matter how much she practiced. She managed to slide off of Sariae, but in a rather undignified manner. Rory sent a glare in Sariae's direction as her mare gave a snort as if laughing at her.

"Just because you're so gorgeous and elegant and that a lot of stallions will probably hanker after you one day doesn't mean you have to act so high and mighty," Rory muttered darkly to Sariae as she continued her glare sent at her mare, although the two both knew that this was all just in play; teasing and all.

Most riders would've tied their mount up to a tree or something with just enough slack on the rope to let their equine amble about a few paces and to graze a little, but Rory didn't bother; she trusted Sariae enough. She knew for a fact that her white Lipizzaner mare wouldn't desert her. Settling down on the grass, and hugging her knees to her chest, Rory's pale lilaceous gaze drifted up to the sky, a daydreaming and far away expression coming on to her face.

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Rae finished tacking up, and made sure Skye hadn't puffed herself up while she was putting the girth on. She led Skye out, rolling her eyes as Skye pranced around, her elegant neck arched, a comical look in her delicate face. She raised her head, her nostrils taking in the sweet spring air of th country, a slight tint of the salty sea nearby. Rae walked over to the mounting block, mounted, and urged Skye in to a walk to the ring. She looked around for another rider she could go on a trail with, but decided that until then, she would just exersise her horse in the ring.

When they were in the ring, Rae urged Skye into a trot. She smiled as she once again felt the smooth, graceful movement of Skye's gait. At first glance, you'd have thought that Skye was the most gentle horse you could possibly meet. But that was far from true. Skye was a rather sprited horse, and Rae was hot-tempered. Not the best combination, but they still understood each other. Skye was gentle with Rae, but wasn't really with anyone else, since Rae was the only one that actually rode her. Rae was a very talented rider, because she always understood the horses, and worked with them, not just steering them around to do whatever she wanted them to do. She and the horses worked as one, and she actually liked doing it. Some people thought theu always needed controll over their horse, and tugged on the reins until their horse just bucked them off. And they punished their horse for that, when it was really their fault.

Rae hated horse racing, because allot of the horses got hurt in horse races, and when they got too old to race, people sometimes just put them down. She did like racing for fun, and was good at jumping. She was fairly good at dressage, but got a bit boered with it. She was just a good rider in general.

Rae was getting bored with just trotting, so she dismounted Skye and walked her over to a nearby tree, where she saw Rory and her horse Sariae, sitting under the big cherry blossom tree. "Hi," she said, looking at Rory, her eyes in a dreamlike state. I guess it's no use, if she's daydreaming, Rae thought to herself. She rolled her eyes at Skye as the mare whinnied at a stallion walking by. He was one of Rae's favorte horses besides Skye of course. He was a big fresian stallion, with a long, wavy mane and tai. His coat was of the darkest ebony color, and his owner always kept it shiny. "Oh yes, Skye. I bet Rade's just hankering after you," Rae said sarcastically. As if to reply, and say that he was, Skye gave a whinny, arching her neck and playfully tossing her head, her silken white mane flew in the wind for a moment, and came back down, kissing her neck ever so lightly.

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Gentle breezes wafted by, filling the air with a rich, wildflower scent. As the whole world inhaled, everything seemed to have more strength to go on with their duties throughout the whole day underneath the shimmering golden sun and its warmth. While the sun progressed through its path up into the nearly cloudless sky, birdsong began rising up into the air. At first, it remained to just a few timid and solemn notes, but it gradually grew to fill the air with a light, fluttering tune. It sung out from the lush foliage in the area, capturing attention from those who paused a moment to listen to the sweet sounds that seemed to erupt from everywhere.

In the midst of the spring weather that blanketed the area near the equine boarding inhabitance known as a stable. In this particular area, a male figure sat astride his horse, having a rather solemn and confused look dancing across his face and flickering in his eyes as he thought about one single topic and subject that just made him... wonder.

Rory Leigh. The sixteen-year-old female with black hair that fell with a glossy shine in light ringlets and pale violet eyes that usually glimmered with her current emotion. She was the female on the male's mind; he had to admit, he did have a liking to Rory's fiery temper and personality. She was also fairly pretty, yet that just made it all the more difficult for him to speak to her without stammering his head off and not meeting her gaze fully.

He himself wasn't bad-looking, being seventeen and all. Copper colored curls fell almost into his eyes, although he was careful to place them in a way so that they didn't protrude into his view when he was riding. His eyes, a gray-blue color, were oftentimes filled with his emotion, whether it was anger -- something he didn't feel often -- or shyness, an emotion that he always felt when he was around Rory. While he was more of the type that would stay calm and try to figure out situations with a clear-minded way of thinking, he did rather like Rory's fiery temprament that was held so much in contrast to his own. Although he too could get quite angry, he preferred to take it out using much safer procedures; not talking to the person he was angry at, taking a walk, even screaming in to a pillow if neccessary -- the list went on and on.

Being quiet and not too social wasn't exactly a normal trait for your average seventeen-year-old, yet that was him. He didn't exactly enjoy going to parties, or even the few dances that the stable threw every once in a while. Another difference between him and Rory went as thus; he favored solitary time sometimes while Rory usually hated being alone by herself.

The male was a stable hand at the stables, although there were times when he just couldn't make it there; his education did get into the way sometimes. Soon, however, those golden, lazy days of summer would come and school days would release students and vanish into the past until it came time for autumn in which school began yet again. Currently, however, it was nice to take delight in the warm spring weather that allowed different plants to sprout up, casting their colorful glances about the scenery.

As he sat on his horse, the teenager's mind began to drift off into a daydreaming state, something he and Rory had together -- the fact that they both slipped off into daydreams sometimes. Snapping out of his dreamy state, he saw up ahead who it was; one of the girls at the stables Rae, and... Rory, the female who he had a rather... special liking to.

He half wanted to stop, but also wanted to continue on forward to speak to Rory. Their conversation could be about anything; he really didn't care. If they did talk, it would most likely be Rory leading the conversation since she was the one that talked a lot compared to him. As he made his way up to the two girls, he mentally told himself as firmly as he could muster in his mind that he would not blush when he spoke to Rory. One way or another, Drew would have to figure out a way to summon up courage to speak to Rory.

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Since he knew his owner probably more than he knew his own stall, Drew's stallion could sense that his owner was hesitating and was rather shy around the girls. He knew that there was one of them that was special to his owner, yet he couldn't quite tell which one; he wasn't exactly that much of a mind reader. Of his own accord, Drew's stallion pranced up towards the two females and the two mares, adding his own flourish at the end of his prance up towards them for the mares, then pushed his muzzle against the muzzle of the white mare that had the silk blanket upon her back. In a way, his behavior could be considered somewhat like flirting.

His owner shifted rather uncomfortably on his back. Giving a small buck, perhaps a quarter of a real one, the stallion signaled for his owner to dismount to greet the girls so that they were all on the same level instead of the two females having to crane their necks to look up at Drew when he spoke.

As he stood there, it was true that the stallion did look fairly dashing, you could say. A gray coat that gleamed from Drew grooming him numerous amounts of time was normal for equines, yet his mane was rather unusual. It was of a flaming orange color, bright and fiery. Despite the mane, however, the stallion was a fairly mellow tempered stallion, although he was somewhere midpoint being placid and calm as his owner was and being the owner of a sparky personality.

Powerful leg muscles easily showed that he was a horse with a reasonable amount of endurance and speed. Although the stallion wasn't steeplechased by Drew for personal matters on Drew's level, the stallion was trained in show jumping. So far, Drew had gotten the stallion [or maybe the stallion had gotten Drew, who knew?] to the point of being able to jump around four and a half foot fences, quite a decent height for a jumper jump.

With a relatively spirited attitude yet still having a calm side, the stallion was of Arabian heritage. His speed was a specimen of proof to prove the fact, although again, he did not race. He would indeed be rather good at racing given the chance, but Drew's sensitivity to what had happened to someone in his family when racing a horse was too great.

The stallion's name was rather odd and it wasn't exactly easy to see how it fit him, yet it still did in an akward sort of way. Drew had named his stallion Layke, for some reason spelling the word 'lake' with an unnecessary 'y.'

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"Hello," Rory responded to Rae, although she was still gazing off into the distant with a dreamy expression written across her face. She blinked suddenly, though, and the light that had appeared for her to be in a faraway land disappeared as she realized the figure of another equine -- a stallion -- and a rider atop of the equine moving towards them.

After observing for a few moments and as the stallion and rider got closer, Rory easily figured out who it was; Drew, one of the stable hands. "Drew!" she called out, waving her hand in the air to signify that he could come, although by the looks of Layke moving already without command from Drew, she could easily tell that he would come no matter what. Once Layke wanted to do something, he would get it done no matter what.

Rory watched with an amused look gleaming in her eyes as Layke, being a ladies' man, pranced up to them and touched his gray muzzle briefly to Sariae's muzzle. She watched her Lipizzaner horse, wondering what her mare would respond to the stallion's boldness. As if playing the part of a maiden confronted by a dashing young man, Sariae took a few hesitant steps backward, but laughter lit her eyes. As Rory watched, it seemed as if Sariae were blinking her eyes to often, and if her equine had had thick lashes, they would've been batted in Layke's direction.

A smile played on Rory's full lips as she looked at Drew, whom had just dismounted from Layke. She gave an envious mental sigh as she saw how gracefully he dismounted. For a male, that was. "Hey," she greeted the male stable hand, sending him a warm smile as she stood up from her position on the ground, giving Layke a light pat on the neck.

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It was as if Drew had forgotten all the words of the English language that he knew. He simply stared dumbly at Rory. Snapping out of whatever trance he had been, he couldn't help but feel a rather warm tingle in his cheeks. No. He wasn't blushing, was he? Lifting his hand to his cheek, he proceeded to respond to Rory's greeting.

But the words just wouldn't come out. He continued looking at Rory, not knowing how she would think when he didn't respond with him putting his hand to his cheek. Opening his mouth, Drew tried to force words to come out, yet they didn't. Curse this shynes that he had around Rory! "H-H-Hi," he managed to stammer out.

Sheesh. He felt like he was about to shatter apart in a million pieces or run away, sobbing out of fear and self-consciousness that one false action he made would make Rory somehow hate him forever or just not want anything to do with him. His heart melted as Rory sent him a smile, yet anxiousness returned and he shut his mouth, not knowing what else to say.

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With summer fast approaching, it was time for him to get back into shape and work on his application. He was not exactly in a hurry to do so, however wanted to do his best to get himself ready; no, not ready, more than ready. He wanted to be more than adequate, he wanted to be colonel-status when first applying.

Applying. Why did he keep thinking of that word? No, it was a commitment.

Shifting his deep brown eyes around the dirt road that lead to the high-standard stable, the tall male continued with his swinging walk. Even though it was still spring, the heat had broken him into taking of his sweatshirt and placing it into his massive duffel bag which hung over his strong shoulders. The rays of the sun tickled his deep chocolate skin, in which he took no shame in for.

In this, Kipp was excellent at adapting, even if he were to be the only one of his race at this stable--which he expected highly. He had learned at a young age to take in the disses and feces he received and turn them into fertilizer, ultimately making his dark skin thicker and now weakening it, which is what they expected to happen to him.

A light breeze tickled his bare neck and arms, his chest covered by a light tank top, coloured to match the gravel driveway of which he walked on. His pants were regular, sooty-gray sweats, lined with an ivory stripe down the length of his long legs. Glancing from his milk chocolate eyes towards the approaching fields, he passed many horses and equines alike, all bringing curious placidity into his eyes. They were truly beautiful creatures in his eyes, and although he was purely here for his training and some extra pay, he enjoyed it.

Finally, he came to his room off to the side of the main barn; a small shed with elegant ivory and green paint to match the rest of the stable. Opening the small golden doorknob, Kipp stepped into the room, lightly dusted with horse scents and hay. He glanced around, taking in the old, equine smells of it that he found so pleasant. Of course, this scenery was much more likable than his home back in the large city.

Bending a well-muscled arm downwards, he dropped his heavy duffel bag on the small bed, already covered with off-white sheets. The six foot tall male flickered his bright chestnut eyes to the digital clock, glowing lazily info-red in the late-morning sunshine. Swiftly Kipp unpacked his clothing, placing vitals on his night table and hanging a few posters that influenced him.

Heaving a sigh, he exited his room, coming back out into the gorgeous spring day to find his assigned horse. As he walked out, spine straight and well-shaved head held high, Kipp realized that he had not noticed the trio of riders and their horses before, all standing beneath a large tree. Turning down a small path large enough for a golf cart to pass by, he came to the sight of his tack, all hanging neatly alongside the open window where his horse's head should be. But instead, as he neared it, only heard the crunching of hay.

Defiantly, he looked each of them over, studying them and their horses. All of them were white, unlike him, and had beautiful, elegant horses; unlike him once more.

How out of place here he would be.

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Rae watched as Drew, obiously falling for Rory stumbled over his words. The 14 year old girl looked over at Skye, who was whinnying with laughter at the two humans. Was Rory so absent minded that she couldn't even tell thet Drew liked her as more than a friend. Rae sighed. Would she ever meet a boy at the stables who liked her that way?

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Sunshine bathed the earth in a warm and comforting light as a cool breeze carresed the world, making the meadows a rippling sea of lush greeness.

Two figures were outlined against the sun. A boy and a horse. The boy had chocolate brown hair that almost covered his dark green eyes that his emotions were embedded. He had mastered how to hide them or let them show somehow, which was useful, especially when he felt strong emotions for another person.

He was the artistic type, always sketching horses and people. Pretty much anything he thought was nice. He looked over to a large tree and saw some of the riders at Willow Run.

Rae Thomas. She was the one he admired most. He wasn't in love with her or anything, he just admired her for her...Well, everything. Her riding skills and understanding fr horses, and her artistic talent and eye for color, and her respect for nature. In his mind, she was almost perfect. Even her sometimes short temper he loved. Maybe he did like her as more than a friend...
The 16 year old's name? Tyler.

His horse, Raide looked over to the horses, the cool spring breeze making his long wavy mane into black flames in the wind. His obsidian coat shone in the sunlight, and he raised his elegant head in a whinny to everyone in the group. He was of the Fresian breed, with pawerful legs, and a broad chest. His eyes were a dark brown, and intelligent. Him and Tyler were amazing at jumping Raide's muscular legs helping him to jump high. He was fast, but Tyler detested horse racing. In his mind, it was just a way to lose money and hurt horses.

He walked over to the riders. "Hi Rae," he said to her, smiling his usual laid back, charming smile. He wasn't really a flirt, but was just...charming. His attention snapped back to the others. "Hey guys," he said absent-mindedly.


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Rory turned her gaze towards Tyler and his Fresian horse, the two having just arrived. "Hey," she greeted the two brightly. For a brief moment, she nearly slipped back into her daydreaming state, but she was given a nudge from Sariae to remind her that it wasn't time for dozing off quite yet.

A gentle breeze fluttered on by, another depiction that it was spring. The female gazed up at the sky, careful to avert her eyes from the sun's glowing glare. She was completely oblivious to the fact that Drew let out an audible sigh of relief when her pale lilaceous gaze was off of him and onto someone else as she responded to a greeting with her own greeting.

Settling back into the position she had been before, seated and hugging her knees to her chest, Rory nearly returned to her daydreaming state. She would have, too, if Sariae hadn't ambled over to her and had nudged her hard enough to keep her in reality for a while longer. Having no idea why her ivory colored mare was doing this, Rory looked up, a single eyebrow raised in a questioning manner as she looked at her mare. She met Sariae's gaze full on and saw a rather patient and kind look in them, the kind of gaze you'd easily come to expect if you owned Sariae. Indeed, there were times when such a look that was true and honest became quite rare and unusual in the world.

Rory patted the ground next to her in a gesture for any one of the three to be seated beside her. She looked up, and the first person she saw was Drew. She tried to catch his eye, but his gaze was fixed away from her. He must be looking at something fascinating. she thought to herself, a smile playing on her lips at that thought as she waited for Drew to turn his gaze back and meet hers.

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Drew did indeed give a fairly loud sigh of relief when Rory's gaze was off of him and she was responding to someone else. "Hey," he said shortly in greeting to Tyler and his horse, giving them a nod in their direction. He felt an equine nudge him lightly. Looking up, he saw that it was Sariae, Rory's equine. "Sariae," he murmured the mare's name softly, reaching up to touch the mare's muzzle. "Rory's horse," he added quietly.

As he looked into Sariae's eyes, he saw understanding and patience in them. She probably knew, being Rory's horse. "You know, don't you?" Drew asked quietly, getting a slight bob of Sariae's head as a response to his question. Interesting; Sariae knew of the emotions of humans. Perhaps equines were worth more then their beauty and talents. Maybe they had a vast amount of intelligence, far greater than any human's knowledge.

Coming out from wondering about this subject, Drew looked at Rory, who had seated herself. Instantly, their gazes locked and for a fleeting instant, Drew felt the impulse to tell her how he felt about her. Snapping out of it quickly, he rushed to yell at himself silently. How could he think about something like that at this time? Perhaps it was the fact that she was patting the ground next to her lightly in a gesture that invited him to sit beside her. That spot did look inviting...

...Yet Drew was anxious and scared and nervous and... The list went on and on, far beyond anyone's ability to contemplate. Still, he wanted to sit next to Rory, the girl he... liked. Loved. Rather timidly, Drew lowered himself onto the ground beside Rory, nearly jumping a few feet in the air as she turned her head to look at him, a bright smile lighting up her lips and mouth.

Drew felt light-headed; what was he supposed to do? Suddenly, he felt a reassuring breath on his neck. Looking up, glad to be able to not have to meet Rory's gaze full on, he saw that it was Layke. "Layke!" he adressed his stallion. Layke was the type of stallion that always bursted into conversations or something of the like without invitation. Normally, this annoyed Drew, but the teenager couldn't think of any better time for Layke to intervene.

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It swiftly became too crowded for him to even consider introducing himself; he was supposed to be warming up his horse. Coming up to the door of his horse's stall, he peered in, seeing the powerful, bent down neck of his stallion, whom had been treating himself to fresh hay. Kipp grabbed his reins, turning them in his large, rough hands to rest his eyes upon the sight of his companion's name tag. Finding the golden plate, he gently wiped off some excess dust from the name, which read "Citizen Gravedigger Soldier" in large, capitalized letters. A strange name for a horse, but what was a truly strange name for a horse? There was none, and Kipp took the comforting weight of amusement in this. There was no strangeness to any horse.

Crunching was still heard from Soldier's stall.

Pulling the rest of the bridle onto the thick muscle of his forearm, he leaned his head down into the open hole of the stall. "You better behave today, y'hear?" he said with playful sternness. The large, bulky-muscled horse lifted his massive head, his obsidian nose inches from Kipp's skeptical face. Strands of hay poked out from the corners of his lips, and his great lungs heaved a large snort, spraying hot air onto his companion's face.

Getting the answer he expected, the black man rolled his eyes at Soldier's retort. "Mm-hmm, that's right." Once satisfied at the amount of tack he held, he swiftly saddled his horse and lead him into the large ring, fenced in with ivory boards that seemed sturdy enough to hold such a massive horse as Soldier.

Mounted upon the ebony and cream-coated horse, Kipp placed himself strongly in the small of Soldier's powerful back. The enormous vanner stallion arched his neck, grinding the bit in his mouth as Kipp's strong thighs gripped his sides tightly, giving him the starting squeeze to begin their training together once more.



(Thurr's my wonderful Citizen Gravedigger Soldier xDD. STEAL AND DIE.)

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"Hey, Tyler, and hey Raide," Rae said, lightly petting Raide's head as he nudged her with his soft muzzle. A cool breeze picked up, pushing Rae's raven black bangs onto he eyes, and her long black curls onto her shoulders. She sighed and tossed her bangs to the side, still covering one pale ocean colored eye.

Tyler looked at Rae, admiration, and now a bit of affection in her eyes. Skye nudged him, a knowing look in her eyes, and a glint of amusement. Maybe Tyler was starting to like Rae as more than a friend. "Um, do you guys want to go riding together? Maybe out on one of the trails?" Tyler looked up at Raide, who was currently pawing the ground, ready for a good gallop.

"I'll go," Rae offered, hoping that the others would go too. She looked out into the fields, getting a faraway expression in her eyes. Skye brought her back, nudging her in the back with her velvet muzzle and whinnying loudly. "I guess Skye wants to go too," she said, laughing.

[>>BLACKiE! ]}]

Rory had a rather blithe and faraway smile playing on her lips as she looked up at her ivory colored mare yet again. "I guess I can come, if it's all right," she said in a nonchalant and breezy tone as she continued sitting in her position with Drew beside her. She had to admit, it was rather comfortable to be seated next to Drew.

Rory was still tired however; she had to cover her mouth to let a fairly large yawn come out. Blinking rapidly a few times to rid herself of some more traces of sleep that clouded her eyes, Rory stood up. "I hope you don't mind if I don't use proper tack; I think i can manage with just riding bareback, basically, wish the blanket on Sariae's back," she said to the others, although she wasn't exactly giving them a choice if she could ride with actual tack or just the blanket -- she was just informing them that that was her choice.

Rory leaned down to tie the laces on one of her riding boots, her ebony colored hair draping over her neck in those faint ringlets, her side-swept bangs somewhat obstructing her view. No matter; she could tell easily enough how to tie up her riding boots. Her boots were made out of a tough black leather with a bright blue stripe that was in the shape of a burning flame, proving that she wasn't much of a girly-girl.

Tying her hair up loosely with a gold colored ribbon that had tiny flowers intertwined with the thick threads. Making sure that none of her dark colored strands of hair caught on her gold hoop earrings, Rory looked down at Drew, still seated upon the ground. "You coming?" she asked softly, a hopeful look spreading across her face. No, she wasn't in love with him; she just wanted him to come along.

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Should he? After all, Drew wasn't exactly sure if he would be able to go on a trail ride with Rory without stuttering and falling off Layke multiple times. He knew that he could trust his black Arabian stallion to keep him straight, yet Drew still was a little shy. "Uhhh... um..." he stammered out for a few minutes, his mind racing for the correct answer to Rory's question. He looked up, meeting her pale violet gaze only for a few seconds before looking away out of shyness.

"Sure." Drew couldn't believe he had actually said the word; he, Drew, had accepted to go on a trail ride with Rory. Well, there were others going on the trail ride too, yet at least he had accepted an invitation to go on a trail ride that contained Rory. Delight fluttered through him, almost causing a grin to spread across his face, yet he felt as if he would look like a fool if he did so, so he tried to keep his face straight.

"Need help mounting?" he asked quietly, seeing that Rory didn't exactly have stirrups to put her foot in to so that she could mount properly. Drew nearly fainted again; he had asked if he could assist and aid Rory in a way. To him, this was a huge step, being a... you could say "gentleman" to Rory. He didn't know how she would respond, but he knew that he surely felt like he was about to die from shyness around Rory.

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