&&♥ s t a b l e r o l e p l a y -- { x }

[Agii♫]

It started off slow, with a few warming-up trot and canter reviews, followed by some small jumps. He lead the massive vanner very well, their movements--although with Soldier's long stride--nearly in sync with one another. But today was not a day to focus on movements, however it would still be in check, but more so to focus on their abilities on high-speed, quick jumps. Kipp knew very well that this gravel ring would not work well, and so, halted at a far corner of the long ring.
Tightening his thighs around Soldier's great, round barrel, the nineteen-year-old, dark chocolate-skinned male firmed his grip on the worn, leather reins. He had no stirrups to shift his heel weight into, thusly Kipp slid his lower legs back and felt his equine companion tense in his haunches.

"I can walk on water, I can fly, baby!" Kipp whispered to Soldier, whom arched his neck high and snorted, kicking up his powerful hind legs and side-stepping before an explosion corrupted from his withers. The obsidian and ivory stallion was at a full-throttle gallop, ivory feathers dancing blindly as his hooves pounded furiously against the sooty gravel. And suddenly, lifting his upper body upwards, leaped over the fence of the ring, clearing it massively.

Kipp was overjoyed with this, adrenaline pulsing through his thick muscles, glossy with working sweat. The insides of his thighs were sore and tight, realizing that very dumbly he had not put on his riding pants, but instead had kept on his dark gray sweatpants. Brilliant, just brilliant. However, in the midst of this, found that it would be good practice in terms of unpredictable situations in the battlefield or base, if there were to be an attack.

If he was accepted.

Gritting his teeth against the thought, the tall male pushed Soldier onwards, now galloping in a vast, green field. Glancing to his left, he saw the large tree in which the group stood under that he had seen before; many light-coated lipizzaners, and one dark friesian horse, all of whom were absolutely gorgeous horses. Kipp glanced back self-consciously once upon skirting over their riders, the male riders devilishly handsome, while the female riders exotically beautiful. The dark young man stared into the thick of Soldier's mane, wild obsidian and luscious cream hairs dancing before his face.

Once the large stallion had caught eye of the group himself, feeling his human companion's weight shift, his dark brown eyes brightened, nostrils flaring from the excessive gallop he was locked onto. Tossing his head forwards, he emitted a long, deep whinny, baring his teeth and pivoting his small, pointed ears forwards. Muscles pumped, withers leaked with sweat, the equine tilted his body to the side slightly, giving Kipp a slight signal. He wanted to flirt with them.

Understanding immediately, as if on reflex, he grinned, exposing brilliant ivory teeth as he squeezed the stallion's right side, feeling his gait shift in a minimal way as he sped up during the turn. Kipp had chosen this vast field as their training area, and Soldier had followed the lead, taken first by a signal.

This was how the duo worked; signals, follows, and a completed task lead by merely the smallest of signs. It was complete teamwork, and Kipp was immensely proud of it, knowing that some of the other recruits had not yet gotten to the canter stage, when he and Soldier were well past that.

Yet, Kipp was concerned on how well he would be able to train here with these... white riders... flirting and gossiping around him. Oh no, there ain't no way that he was going to get distracted by them--not in Hell. So what if they didn't like him? He'd just have to train by himself, no big deal.

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"Cool, so we're all going," Tyler said, smiling at Rae, and amusement glinting in his dark green eyes as he looked over at Rory and Drew. It was obvious that Drew was falling all over Rory. Tyler looked back at Rae, not being able to erase the smile on his tan face. Raide snorted as if to say "You do like her!" and Tyler just stroked his neck. He walked over to Rae, holding out his arms if she needed help.

"I don't need your help, thank you very much. I'm perfectly capable of getting on my own horse," Rae glared at Tyler. If it was one thing she hated more than anything, it was when people tried to help her. Rae was one to hold a grudge also. She mounted Skye, and waited for everyone else to get on their horses.

"Oh, sorry," Tyler said. He mounted Raide, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. He looked over at Rory and Drew, Drew having his usual shy look on his face as he helped Rory.

[>>BLACKiE! ]}]

Rory considered Drew's offer. After all, she wasn't exactly the most graceful at mounting Sariae when her mare only had a blanket on her back. Just then, as a whinny from afar rose into the air, Rory felt Sariae's sides expand and compact as the ivory colored mare sent her own soft whinny back to whomever had sent it.

"Sure," Rory responded to Drew, making her decision. She saw an elated expression crossing over Drew's face and remaining there, but she didn't think much of it; he was just probably eager to get on the trail ride and that helping her mount would speed up the process instead of waiting for her to try to clamber up over and over again.

Stepping lightly into Drew's cupped hands and letting him lift her up slightly, Rory kicked her right leg over Sariae's back and remained mounted. "Thanks," she said to Drew in her thanks for helping her mount Sariae. Brushing his face lightly with her hair by accident when she leaned down to see if her boot laces were still tied, Rory said a quick "sorry" before sitting back up.

--x

Helping Rory mount. The gentle brush of her hair as it touched his face. No, there was no need to apologize. Those two things were probably the highlight of today, maybe even this week. Maybe even this year, who knew? A dreamy look, quite unusual for Drew, cast itself upon his face as he thought about everything possible and what could happen in simply a day.

Realizing that he must have looked like an absolute idiot, thanks to Layke's nudge, Drew quickly stuck his left foot in the left stirrup and mounted the gray colored stallion. Once he was perched upon Layke, Drew couldn't help but touch lightly where Rory's hair had brushed against him ever so gently.

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i'm like a bird, i only fly away...

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The shape of a horse emerged from under a large willow tree, it's nostrils flaring as it spotted the humans mounting their horses. The young mare looked at the humans, curiosity in her dark eyes.

She was a beautiful mare, that was for sure. She was mixed with two breeds, an Arabian and Rocky Mountain Horse. She got her odd coloring form her Rocky Mountain Horse blood; a dark chocolate-colored dappled coat with a cream-colored main and tail. She walked closer to the fence, leaned her elegant head over, and blew warm air at the humans. She was very spirited, and was pretty young. She was only four years old, and had no owner. Currently, she was being ridden by many different riders, because the stables were trying to sell her. She looked over the riders, wondering if any of them would want to buy her. She arched her nech, her coat shining in the rays of sunshine that spring brought.

The mares name? Spirit. She didn't think much of it, seeing that a whole bunch of horses had the same name, but that was what the stable owner had given her. She hoped that whoever bought her would give her a nicer name.

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[>>BLACKiE! ]}]

Deep, dark blue eyes filled with a bored and cocky look gazed around the area, trying to determine what he could do. Fiery-like curls that were of a rich copper fell in an unplanned formation, sometimes obsturcting his eyesight in some places while in others, it was a perfect tangle that even a hairbrush wouldn't be able to tackle and come out victorious. Many times his friends had tried to drag a comb through his hair for sport, always ending up with the spine of the comb with limp, plastic teeth barely hanging on.

He was bored in this boring life in this boring world in this boring solar system in this boring universe -- was there any need to continue? Tapping his foot as if he were impatient and waiting for something to come, the male remained at his spot standing on the first rung of the fence, his chin resting on his arm as he looked out into the distance, wondering what there was to do.

Not quite in the mood for riding his horse just yet, the male was staring off into the distance, still having nothing to do. Drumming his fingers against the wooden fence, he narrowly avoided acquiring a splinter in his forefinger as he did so.

For his looks, the male was relatively handsome, usually attracting a flock of girls that would follow him around. As for his character traits and attitude... well, you could say he was the stable hand as well as redhead version of the famous -- maybe infamous in some cases? -- young Sirius Black in Harry Potter.

Then again, he was only eighteen -- there was still time for him to mature out of this cocky and I-can-do-anything personality, but for him? Well, it was something to doubt. There wasn't a lot of hope left for him, but it was still a small chance. Who knew? The world was a very odd place.

Rory. Another one of the stable hands in the stable that he worked at. She was fairly pretty and Taye had half mind to get to know her better, but it was true that he had never stayed in a relationship long -- probably because of his personality.

Cocky. Irritating. Charming. Handsome.

Yeah, that was him all right. He was always charming, handsome, and the rest that you'd expect in your average Prince Charming. But even Mister Charming had fauts -- the ability to easily frustrate and annoy people.

To sum it up, Mister Taye was a handsome teenager, seeming like the perfect person you'd want to take you out to a dance or a ball or whatever since he could be extremely like a gentleman, yet he was sometimes unbearably high-strung and annoyingly... annoying, what else was there to say?

--x

His horse was a mare, a pretty little creature. She was sweet and mild-tempered, a high contrast difference. The mare was a little on the plump side, but Taye liked her all the same. When Taye was with her, a more gentle and tender side of him showed, a side that almost never showed when he was in human company. Although Taye wasn't too particularly fond of some horses, he did have a soft spot for his mare. Perhaps it was the fact that he had owned her since she had been a foal or perhaps it was the fact that she had saved him from injury more than once. Perhaps.

On the other side of the fence was Taye's mare, grazing peacefully, her ivory colored tail brushing across her hindquarters frequently to rid herself of the ever-buzzing flies that moved about her. In the sunlight, her palomino colored coat gleamed with a honey-golden color. A sweet and kind expression lined her face as she raised her head for a moment, glancing around with amber colored eyes and seeing Taye on the other side of the fence, watching her. She sent a little nicker in his direction before trotting up to him.

Halting right in front of Taye, she waited until he extended his arm out with his palm facing her before touching her forehead lightly to the palm of his hand. Once she had done that, she nosed around, sniffing around Taye to see if he had a treat in store for her. Indeed, he did. Giving her the small sugar cube he had, the mare gave a satisfied nicker.

She gave a flick of her ears as Taye murmured her name softly. The palomino mare was given the name of Terra by Taye a long while ago. A very long while ago.

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A soft, hummed tune floated out of a stall.

Dirty bedding flew out of the stall a moment later and landed in a wheelbarrow with a soft thud. A young man, still humming- almost dreamily- walked out of the stall. He pushed the wheelbarrow away, then returned a few minutes later with clean bedding. He went back into the stall and spread the clean bedding around the stall.

The young man ducked back into the hallway where a tall, proud-looking mare stood. He chuckled as she eyed him, as if saying, “Are you done yet?” He took her off the cross ties she was on and led her by the halter back into the stall.

“There you go beautiful,” he said, and then returned to humming. He returned the wheelbarrow back to it’s proper place and slipped out of the barn again. He turned towards the back of the barn so that he could relax in some shade.

The young man was 19 years old and tall for his age, standing about two inches taller than average. He had dusty brown hair and blue eyes that usually sparkled with happiness.

He was well muscled, due to his job as a stable hand. He loved horses with a passion, and loved working with them. He cleaned their stalls, changed their water and food, and sometimes he was even able to exercise them in the training rings. When he was 18, he had been given the opportunity to actually give lessons to a few younger and newer riders.

The stable hand was normally very easy-going, although he did get angry every once in a while. What human being didn’t? He was a bit of a flirt when he wanted to be, which was pretty much whenever he was around a girl near his age.

He began humming again as he rounded the corner to the back of the stable and leaned against the wall, closing his eyes blissfully. "Congrats Michael," he told himself, "Five stalls in 45 minutes. New record for you."

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Spirit saw a nice-looking buy and trotted over to him, her cream-colored mane kissing her neck again and again as she jog-trotted over to him. When she got to his section of the fence, she snorted, sending a warm breath of sweet-smelling air in the direction of his face. She nudged him rather hard, hoping to make him trip. she didn't mean any harm, she just liked to play tricks on humans.

[Okay, Tyler isn't here for now, because I'mma too lazy to roleplay himn, so if he just pops up somewhere later, don't be alarmed. xD]

Rae sat atop Skye, tightening her legs a bit as Skye pranced around and arched her glossy neck. The mare seemed almost sparkling, the little silver hairs in her pelt sparkling in the sunlight, her well-groomed snowy fur gleaming. Rae looked over at Drew, then at Rory. "You guys wanna race?" she said, waiting for Drew to get on. she knew Skye was fast, but Layke was pretty fast also. She wondered who would win--Skye, Layke or Saerie. Saerie was more muscled, but Layke and Skye were fast because of their long legs and Arabian heritage. Rae once again lifted her hand to move her bang to the side, now being able to see out of both her light ocean-colored eyes. She looked down at her boots, her long black wave-curls of hair falling over her shoulder as she made sure her dark brown half-chaps were buckled tightly, and her boots tied.

[>>BLACKiE! ]}]

"Not particularly," Rory said in response, a yawn emitting from her lips as she answered. "I'm tired and I'd probably fall off of Sariae considering the fact that I don't have a proper saddle on her right now," she explained, stroking her mare's ivory colored neck, running her fingers through the Lipizzaner mare's silky mane that almost never tangled except for when they went at breakneck speeds -- which usually happened often with the two when they were bored and had nothing else better to do.

Rory knew that Sariae wasn't exactly the type of mare that was fiery enough to race, although if Sariae did try, her mare could beat other horses in races. No, Rory was simply content with having her mare stay behind and remain in her dressage state instead of getting all fired and geared up to having to go at fast speeds on command.

Shifting her position so that she was seated with both legs on Sariae's right side -- something like sidesaddle, although not really -- Rory looked at Drew, a solemn look on her face. "You going to race?" she asked, knowing how touchy he was about what had happened to someone else in his family when they had raced. Concern flooded her pale violet eyes as she saw Drew shaking his head as she awaited his answer.

--x

"No, I'm sorry, but no," Drew answered, shaking his head. He looked up and by accident met Rory's gaze. He held it for a few moments before he looked away. He felt his cheeks turning red out of embarassment and hoped and prayed that Rory didn't see what was happening. "Something happened in my family with racing... I can't, I'm sorry," he managed to get out, not wanting to say anymore.

Layke felt his owner's uncomfortableness and sensitivity to the current situation. He let a soft nicker out as he tried to turn his neck to look at his owner. However, because of the bridle, it wasn't exactly possible to do so.

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Rae dropped her gaze, embarresment making her face burn. "I'm...so, so sorry. Really. I had no idea. Sorry," Rae repeated "sorry" many times, because she was really sorry, and hoped Drew wouldn't be upset with her. "Sorry," she murmured once again as tears burned at the back of her ocean-colored eyes.

[>>BLACKiE! ]}]

Rory continued looking at Drew, holding up her hand with the palm facing Rae in order to tell the female to stop with the chorus of saying sorry. She knew that Drew wasn't exactly the type of person who wanted other people's pity, especially about a topic like this. Still, she couldn't help but let an apprehensive look flood into her face as she continued gazing at the male teenager.

Reaching out, Rory touched Drew's cheek lightly, a sad smile on her lips as she continued looking at Drew. For a brief moment, she clasped his hand, then let go. Sariae, however, continued walking alongside Layke without any complaint from either, for both equines knew that Rory would help comfort Drew in his state of... unhappiness.

--x

Not responding, Drew stared down at Layke's neck. He was almost oblivious to Rory's gentle touch on his face and his hand, but he still felt it and gratitude. Giving a nod, he continued staring down at Layke's fiery colored mane, his hands clinging on limpy to the leather reins, although they offered no guidance to show which direction Layke was supposed to go in. Even still, his stallion walked onward, Sariae walking near him, an understanding look filling both equines' eyes.

--x

"Relax, lass," Taye said in a rather placid tone, although he was still bored despite having horses nearby. "Terra's been my horse for a long while now; she comes first no matter what. I'm afraid my parents ain't gonna let me own 'nother horse," he added in a rather apologetic tone, slipping in to his rather informal way of speech, not really choosing his words all too carefully.

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[Note: She doesn't actually wear the type of stuff shown in the above picture riding around && walking around. x3]



She acted exactly like you would expect a teenager to act, yet she also didn't act as if she were a sixteen-year-old with her birth date on the fifteenth of April. She was normally sweet and mild-tempered, the calm and placid and sensitive side of her showing, yet she could also party fairly hard. Like most females, she sometimes gigled over and discussed the subject of boys with her friends, although her best friend, Rory Leigh, wasn't exactly in to that kind of stuff. It was true that the female had a temper; it wasn't possible for any human being [human bean!] alive to not have their point of impatience and irritation, but she normally tried to keep it inside instead of taking her anger out on other people. Normally, however, she wasn't good at keeping her emotions hidden inside of her -- they always blazed in her large, amber colored eyes.

The teenager was intelligent and excelled in most of her subjects at school -- except English in which she just failed to pay attention from the fact that she almost always fell asleep while her teacher was ranting on about one topic or another. She was fluent in several languages; English, of course, as well as French and Spanish. To her, she loved the foreign languages -- they just ran off of her tongue in such a beautiful flow that she would find herself sometimes mixing in words of a different language into her English. Currently, she had been ambitious and just dove into studying and trying to translate Egyptian hieroglyphics. They were difficult and she spent a long time slaving over them, but she knew when to take a break from all the work she was doing. After a while of studying the hieroglyphics, she managed to write a few characters. It was frustrating; even her, an artist, found it difficult to capture the intricate design of the hieroglyphics sometimes.

Three things that she needed to live: animals, clothes, and music. There were many other things that she enjoyed doing, yet these three were the main points of her life.

Yeah, you all know the cheesy saying of "music is my boyfriend," yet in this case, it truly was a true phrase for her -- she often had the earplugs of her iPod shutting her out from the world. Currently, this was the case. As she sat in the midst of a meadow bursting with the colorful amounts of flowers that were brought with the warm air of the beautiful season known as spring, her favorite season, she listened with a serene and peaceful look written across her face. A gentle breeze whispered by lightly, moving her hair faintly in a waving pattern.

From up above, an ivory colored flower floated from its position on its plant. For a while, it was caressed gently by the wind and remained in the clear and pure air that had the slight salty tang of the body of water nearby. However, as a lull in the breezes came to past, the alabaster white colored flower descended down, landing in her hair, which gleamed a rich, honey-brown color [but was actually a brown-ish color when not] in the midst of the amount of sunlight raining down upon the land. Her natural hair color was indeed a shade of brown, but there were times when she had dyed it for a few weeks or something [like the third photo]. That was another thing about her -- she was quite adventurous.

Run, baby, run,
Don't ever look back,
They'll tear us apart if you give them the chance,
Don't sell your heart,
Don't say we're not meant to be,
Run, baby, run,
Forever will be...
You an me...

Check Yes Juliet by We the Kings.

Throw it away,
Forget yesterday,
We'll make the great escape,
Won't hear a word they say,
They don't know us anyway,
Watch it burn,
Let it die,
'Cause we are finally free tonight...

The Great Escape by Boys Like Girls.

'Cause sometimes, that mountain you've been climbing,
Is just a grain of sand,
And sometimes, what you've been out there searching for,
Forever,
Is in your hands,
And when you figure out,
Love is all that matters after all,
It sure makes everything else,
Seem... so small...

So Small by Carrie Underwood.

Another thing about music that was a huge part of her life; she had a melodic, soprano voice that was perfect for any type of chorus or glee club. Indeed, she was part of a chorus, for she enjoyed singing as much as anything else. It just, to her, made her feel so exhilirated and delighted... Even though she sometimes added her own "embellishments" to tunes, she tried not to overdo it and try too hard, for she knew that songs sounded bad when you tried too much to make them pretty.

As for clothing, she had quite an extended wardrobe -- like a normal teenager had. Numerous dresses only worn once each for certain parties that insisted upon being formal or at least semi-formal, blouses and camis that were oftentimes mixed and matched to suit her better, a number of jeans and skirts, and many more articles of clothing. Sometimes, being the creative one, she would buy a shirt or maybe a few skirts or something, and she would get out her fabric paints, her scissors, her thread and needle, and anything else she needed to adjust and design the clothing so that it suited her taste better. Currently, she was dressed in [second picture's outfit] a pink blouse as well as a pair of brown colored pants, a belt slipping through the belt loops.

Now for animals. Well, where was there to begin? Being kind-hearted and gentle most of the times except for when she was truly being a teenager and partying her head off, she would oftentimes visit various animal shelters and the like. When her parents had witnessed her passion for animals, they had allowed her to chose one type of animal to own that could easily be transported to the house or boarded somewhere. To her, it had been a big dispute within her of which animal to chose. In the end, she had it down to three choices: a horse, a giraffe, or an elephant. After much discussion with her parents and hearing them say "when you're older, you can go and visit Africa and own a giraffe and an elephant, darling," it was finally settled that she would be receiving a horse.

The horse that the teenager had chosen was a stallion. She knew that stallions were usually agressive and fiery when there were mares nearby, and goodness knows how many mares the stable contained, but that didn't stop her from purchasing him. Besides, the stallion usually was a perfect gentleman. Usually.

The stallion had come with a name already -- Calyndar. It was a rather odd name and sounded exactly like the word "calendar," but it was an interesting name for an equine nevertheless. Calyndar. There were some people who got the stallion's name from the spelling right away, but there were others who had to try a few extra times to understand correctly how the letters flowed out.

Calyndar's coat as well as his mane and tail were a pure ebony black color, shiny and glossy from the numerous times that his owner had groomed him. He had never known cruelty or abuse; he had always had good care from all the owners he had been passed on to, an extremely rare piece of luck for an equine in the world these days.

His dark brown eyes were oftentimes filled with such calmness that you wouldn't have guessed that Calyndar could sometimes be extremely stubborn and have a fiery temper when he wanted to. This happened very rarely and occasionally, and when it did, it was sometimes hard to stop him in his state of being hot-headed.

It was strange, but Calyndar, having a muscular and large build, had a very graceful movement. Each step and movement he made was dignified and each action he did was always carefully played through in his mind before he did it.

Being a holder of an eloquent movement and a normally calm but sometimes fiery temper, the stallion was a pure Egyptian Arabian, a rare breed of equine. Indeed, Calyndar did seem to have an air around him that simply called everyone to respect him; he didn't even have to do anything.

Currently, Calyndar was ambling about in the meadow that his owner was currently in as well. The meadow didn't even have a fence that enclosed it; it was just a field of lush, emerald green grass with flowers springing up everywhere in colorful bunches. His owner trusted him well enough to not have to attatch any rope to him and a tree. Still, Calyndar noted the fact that his owner had two items nearby that she oftentimes used for riding him, although he wasn't exactly quite sure what they were called.

While the obsidian colored Egyptian Arabian stallion went by the name of Calyndar, the female that had ownership of him was named Carrie. Her last name, coming from her French origin, was Lafevre.

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A small figure of a girl sat in the large meadow currently unoccupied by horses, and strummed the strings of her guitar. She was a relatively good player, and liked to sit places peaceful and quiet and play it. She had gotten it when she was pretty small, so it was big for her then, but now it was the perfect size. It was an old Spanish one that her father had brought her from his trip to Spain. It had designs carved into it; little vines of ivy here and there, and on the neck it had two running horses overlapping each other on it. She watched as a white flower floated past her, bringing a sweet scent past her nose.

She was like any normal teenager. Her temper was a bit short, but she was relatively nice. She had fallen in love with animals since she could remember. Her family had always lived on a farm, so she was around animals all the time. She loved music also, pretty much the point of her guitar, but she thought all the "music is my life" and "music is my boyfriend" was stupid. She wasn't one to hold a grudge for too long, but if it was for a good reason, she would.

Her wardrobe consisted of many clothes, many of them skirts and jeans. She did like shoes, but didn't obsess over them. She had a pair of tall Ugg boots, and some Converse shoes, and many others, but right now she was in a white fabric mini skirt, a pair of low-top black Converse shoes, and a dark gray and black striped long sleeved shirt. Her dark brown hair was just touching her shoulders, and currently she had two pink bows in two sections of hair on the sides of her head, bit still leaving the rest out. [picture shown above. ^_^]. Her eyes were not that amazingly pretty; just a chocolate brown-amber color.

She was pretty creative, and liked to draw and paint. In her guitar case, she always had some pencils and a sketch pad. She liked to sketch nature and animals, mostly, and also did anime or manga. She just loved art in general. In her room, you would find the walls plastered in all the pictures she had drawn and painted, even the ones she had done when she was little. Her room was usually messy, because that was where she hung out all of the time. There was an extra room connecting to hers, which was where she kept her art supplies. You could consider her room a sunroom, because it had a huge window in one of her walls facing the ocean.

She currently had no horse, for she had just moved to this town near the ocean a week ago. She was looking to buy one, though. She looked over her shoulder at the group of teenagers around her age-- 15, on their horses. It wasn't a group really, just two people on their horses. She got up, put her guitar in its case, and walked into the stables.

The girls name was Taylor.


[ 'Tis one of her sketches. ^_^ ]
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[Agii♫]

[[I'm sorry everyone, but I'm dropping out of this role play. My characters... uhm. Well, they aren't involved really.

But, it was nice while it lasted for me ;D]]

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Taylor walked into the stables, looking around at all the horses that stared at her, pricking their ears up to the sound of her shoes against the floor. There was something about horses that mystified Taylor. In their large heads and deep eyes could be intelligence that no other creature could match. She stopped as she came to a stall that said SKYE in the top, and reached her hand to rub the horse's delicate face. Skye was the horse she'd been riding for the week, and they had formed a special bond together. Her mother said that she could buy Skye if she paid for half of it. The stable owner said that she could buy her for 1,000 dollars. Taylor had already saved up 200 dollars for a new guitar she wanted, but now she wanted the horse more than anything. She only needed 300 dollars and she could buy Skye, but where was she going to get 300 dollars? She had saved up the 200dollars for numerous jobs, so maybe she could work at the stables for a little while so she could get the money.

She led Skye out of her stall after putting a soft quilted light blue blanket on her back. She tied the silk Arabian halter that her father had gotten her for Skye not so long ago lead to the other side of Skye's halter , making a relatively good bridle, and got onto her back. It took a little while, seeing as there were no stirrups, but she managed. She and Skye walked over to the two riders. "Hi," she said. "What're you're names?"

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"Rory," Rory murmured softly in response to the newcomer, "Rory Leigh." She sent a glance over to Drew, who still seemed a little out of it. "And that's Drew," she said for the male teenager, a look of sympathy and concern crossing through the features of her face as she continued to look at Drew. "Drew Anderson," she added, including Drew's last name in her response for Drew. "He's a little... out of it," she murmured softly as she gently rested her hand on top of his again.

Would Drew be all right? He was a sensitive type of guy; something highly unusual for a seventeen-year-old teenager. Tilting her head slightly as to try to catch his eye, Rory gave a small half-smile in Drew's direction, hoping that he'd be all right. It was almost as if he had entered a trance; as if he weren't paying attention to the world anymore.

Rory was curious as to who in his family had happened to die in a racing accident. A cousin? A sibling? She wanted to ask, yet she knew that she had to hold her tongue for the sake of Drew -- it would probably bring tears to his eyes at just the first word of the question. Normally Rory would be impatient with whomever was in Derw's position, yet she found herself staying patient with Drew, waiting for him to come out of his trance-like state.

--x

Drew remained as he was, staring down at Layke's fiery colored mane. When Rory's hand was placed atop his hand, he suddenly jolted back to reality. Blinking his eyes rapidly a few times, he found that Rory had now caught his eye and was sending him a smile. Instantly, his cheeks tingled and felt warm and he was sure that a crimson colored blush was spreading across his cheeks in contrast to his fairly tanned skin complexion.

Wishing and praying with all his might that Rory didn't see that he was blushing, he turned to face the new person who had arrived with her horse. "The name's Drew Anderson," he said quickly, then looked away from both of the females, unable to meet Rory's soft, pale violet gaze anymore. As if he were busy looking at something else, he studied a nearby fence, his heart beating quickly out of exhiliration and timidness.

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