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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2015 3:01:38 GMT
strange things did happen In the HANGING TREE I didn't have much to do. My job was just writing abbot stories in Los Angeles, now that wasn't hard considering the constant re-occurance of an Andrew man who kept transforming into this beast and attacking god knows who. But I don't mind about it, not the attacking part, heavens no. I have a heart you know. I don't mind the shifting part. Considering there are other people like me and Thalia, it shouldn't come as a shock to be honest. If there were people like him then there must be more secrets to discover.
Rayyan once more finished off his searchings for a story, he set his pencil down and got up to go to his mare, Requiem. His wings of sort, the heaven he could of always wanted. The young adult left his 'kids' or pets behind. They had each other, they could play and get into god knows what, he didn't mind. Besides it's not like his house was very big. Or apartment, more like that. He plopped into his darkly colored truck and gripped the wheels, slowly starting the vehicle and driving off.
Los Angeles wasn't that hard to navigate through after living in it for so long. He knew this place like the back of his hand, probably even more so to be honest. After all, he didn't have a hard time paying attention to one object for a long time. Why not focus on a whole city? Ooo what a daredevil, right? Releasing a soft breath through his nose, a hand ran through his dark brown hair as he pushed it back. Dark eyes searched the gray concrete coating the ground, the passing lights and the roars of cars becoming distant. He was eager to get back to Requiem, he loved her dearly and he wouldn't want to keep her waiting.
He arrived at the stables, pushing up his jacket sleeves and slamming the car door shut. He saw some other riders using the arenas and snorted quietly. Oh well, he could take his mare to the trails today. She wouldn't mind, right? Hopefully she wouldn't. Walking over to the wooden stalls, he peeked his head through. "Requieeeeemm?" He cooed her name before walking over to her expected room of sorts. He spotted the familiar faded black pelt with the pink flesh exposing on the side of her body. "How's my favorite mare today?" He asked kindly with a smile.
He leaned up to look inside her stall and saw the 'business' animals always did. His nose wrinkled with distaste but he knew he had to clean it out, after all she was precious to him and deserved the best. He glanced over to see the wheel-barrow and jogged over to it. His weak frame pushed against it, hands gripping the wooden handles as he pushed it forward to her stall. "Back up a little, dear." He asked patiently, waiting a couple of moments before sliding open her door and setting the barrow in the entrance. He grabbed the shovel waiting near her door and began to clean out her room. "You better be happy i'm doing this. It sucks doing this."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2015 1:26:22 GMT
SOMEDAY WE'LL HAVE PERFECT You've got the words to change a nation but you're biting your tongue, you spent a lifetime stuck in silence afraid you'll say something wrong. If no one ever hears it how we gonna learn your song? So come on, come on. Come on, come on. You've got a heart as loud as lions so why let your voice be tamed? Maybe we're a little different, there's no need to be ashamed, you've got the light to fight the shadows so stop hiding it away. Come on, come on. I wanna sing, I wanna shout, I wanna scream till the words dry out. So put it in all of the papers, I'm not afraid, they can read all about it, read all about it.
And... In about 2.51582 seconds, she was bored. Again. The familiar settings were to provide a distinct lack of entertainment, the blank walls barely assisting in her pledge to find it. The typical goings-on of the yard brought no divertissement, their accustomed ways barely anything of interest. Mismatching irises traversed the drab scene, tail drawn tightly against her haunches, casually switching it up towards her flanks to rid herself of the little pests that had began to collect, as was expected when the warmer temperatures came about. Her skin twitched in irritation as the flies landed upon the exposed flesh of her burn, sending a faint stab of pain through her. Releasing a sharp snort in aggravation and tossing her skull, her audits pinned against her skull, trying her best to ignore it, her ever searching eyes wandering the terrain once more. A groom in another stall provided at least something other to focus upon, her irises curiously wandering across the man and horse's frames.
However, as it were, she would not be rendered bored for long. The ever familiar cooing reached her pinned ears, enticing them inquisitively forward at the sound of his voice, delicate features craning round the stall door, mismatching irises promptly fixating themselves upon his scrawny frame with a wicker of greeting, the irritation upon her skin caused by the flies forgotten, if only due to his presence. Her lips babbled at the sight of his kindly smile, almost in her attempt to copy the motion, shifting between her hooves in her excitement. Her fragile features nudged against his shoulder, rubbing the flat of her facials upon his chest with lightened snort.
Upon his face gaining a disapproving expression, however, her audits inquisitively craned forward, silently observing his movements. However, she was soon sidetracked by the incessant irritation of the flies upon her burn; her skin twitched, and his muzzle swung downwards, rubbing the exposed flesh against her limb, snorting heavily. However, as her features lifted once more, her gaze traversed to the approaching boy, her neck arching out towards him. Upon his request for her to back up, a command that she had familiarized herself with meaning get out the way in their human gibberish, she withdrew her muzzle with a disappointed huff, slowly shuffling her frame away from the door so that he might enter. Though, as soon as he was, her skull giddily swung up and down, before her features pressed into his shoulder, nibbling affectionately at his hair, which likely wouldn't help with the task at hand.
At night we're waking up the neighbours while we sing away the blues, making sure that we're remembered, yeah, 'cause we all matter too. If the truth has been forbidden then we're breaking all the rules. So come on, come on. Come on, come on. Let's get the TV and the radio to play our tune again, it's 'bout time we got some airplay of our version of events. There's no need to be afraid, I will sing with you my friend. Come on, come on. I wanna scream, I wanna shout, I wanna scream 'till the words dry out. So put it in all of the papers, I'm not afraid, they can read all about it. Read all about it, oh.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2015 3:16:40 GMT
[googlefont=Inconsolata]  Things had just got interesting for Vivienne, who somehow ended up with three horses under her name in the past few weeks. Something idiotic happened and she bought two more horses. Vivienne had no idea what possessed her to do such a thing, she had reasoned that it was because she didn't have her bestie to rationalize her decisions. Vivienne didn't want to admit defeat just yet, that would mean a call to her best friend, and she really didn't want to bother Rhea, who she was sure was busy with life. And, lets be real, Vivienne didn't want to be dependent on anyone. She was sure that her best friend would love feeling needed, but Vivienne was determined to make it out on her own in this big city. But, it had been foolish of her to buy two more horses, when she already had her dressage stallion Be My Summertime. And, he was doing well in the show ring with his flashy black pelt and willingness to please. They were still at the novice level, but with time, she was sure that they could go all the way to the top.
Out of the two new horses she bought, she was most excited about the Flaxen Chestnut weanling colt she bought, now a yearling. She was confident that he was bound to be a good money maker in the future, and Vivienne couldn't say no to money. She knew what it was like to be dirt poor, and lets just say she was paranoid about being the situation again. There was no reason for her to be scared though, she had a good paying job, and could afford to take care of all three horses. But, Paranoia was truly a bitch. And, she didn't go through a day without worrying about it. Vivienne knew what it was, it was anxiety, something she had been diagnosed with at age ten. Let's just say living with it was not the best thing in the world, but she managed it. Despite her issues, Vivienne liked to think she had it all with her stable job as co-owner of Regale Fox Equestrian Center. It had almost scabbed her to be poor once again, but the place brought in good money, and all was fine and dandy in the Hughes world.
She had decided to go and fetch Gloria from the pastures, thinking that it would be a nice day for a ride. The mare was only a few weeks along in her pregnancy, and Vivienne estimated she could be ridden hardcore up to her fifth month. She always had the dream of breeding some of her horses, and she was on her way to achieving that dream. The mare was a fit sixteen hand british warmblood, a stunning palomino in color. Despite her beauty the mare was wild in personality, and much as Vivienne hated to admit it, but she was a thrill seeker. The woman liked a challenge, and Gloria was young and still had a lot to learn. The mare did not come to the gate at the sound of her name, rather she tilted her head up to the sky and headed towards the other direction, thinking she didn't want to be caught. Vivienne sighed in frustration and shut the gate behind her, in no mood to be chasing a horse. She grabbed a treat from her back pocket, tantalizing the poor mare with temptation.
Then deciding to behave the mare came trotting over, desperate to grab a hold of that treat. She tried to escape soon as she did, but Vivienne was quicker and had grabbed a hold of the mare's neck. With expert handling, she slid the halter on. The mare snorted as if to voice her displeasure in being caught. The walk back to the barn was quick, but with some difficulties of something that seemed to alert the mare and cause her to stop. It was not surprising to Vivienne when the palomino mare spooked at the sight of the wheelbarrow, at least it wasn't a bad spook and she just tiptoed around it. She noticed the guy in the stall, shoveling out his horse's stall. This wasn't a worker, she was almost positive about that, or at least she thought so. "There's stable hands that do that kind of work, you know that right?"
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