we'regonnadoitBIG[stable]

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ooc; so like. i'm going to be brief/shortish in my intros. why? because i'm lazy and i want to draw. boo bye.

bic;He teased a smile of mirth on to his face as he stared dreamily out in to the azure sky, gray eyes fixated on coming up with shapes out of the opalescent white wisps floating in the sky. Shadows passed on the ground, the sun's light throwing dark spots in the shape of flying birds and leaves. It was a fair day, and he was dressed in a pair of loose, straight leg jeans and a flannel dark blue checkered button-up. On his feet were a pair of ankle high riding boots, the main sign that he was here at a stable mainly for riding.

Slipping his tanned fingers through wavy, light brown strands of hair, he proceeded to make his way in to the stable, where he met with his mare Trixie, a peaceful and gentle Thoroughbred. His hand brushed lightly upon her palomino coat, and he tacked her up and bridled her somewhat slowly, as he hadn't quite mastered the art of saddling a horse quickly. Still, he was learning and that was all that mattered. As a seventeen year old boy, it was quite astonishing that he found something like riding to keep as his hobby. Slightly weird.

His name was Landers. A little weirder.

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[[:; [h] e a r t ::♥]]

Hardly a sound was made as two small feet clad in black leather riding boots made their way into the stables. These two feet, that outside of the stables would usualy be either bare or in Converse sneakers, belonged to Zara Williams.

As Zara walked, she luxuriated in the golden sunlight that bathed her tan skin in warmth. Today was the perfect day for riding, or just being outside. It was warm enough that all Zara had to wear was riding pants and boots and her favorite vintage Rolling Stones shirt that used to be her mothers when she was a teenager, and there was a slight breeze that gently played with her dark mane of curls.

Humming softly, Zara's golden eyes searched for the familiar stall of her spirited Arabian-mix mare, Halo. Although Halo couldn't talk, Zara and her horse could communicate as well as any two humans, and although they were opposites on the outside, on the inside they were almost the same being.

When you first looked at Zara, you would see an interesting-looking girl. At age seventeen, she was rather small, about five foot three; and with a long mass of tumbled curls, naturally tan skin, and unusual golden eyes, she had a slightly shocking appearance.

Good thing Zara didn't care what others thought of her.

As she neared Halo's stall, Zara held out her hand slowly and whispered: "Hey girl. Ready for a new day?"

ooc;; dear god, please don't read this. worst intro EVER. i think it just goes on and on. i havent posted in forever, so i hop i get the hang of this again soon :]