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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2015 4:21:30 GMT
I DON'T KNOW HOW IT'S GONNA BE
THE DAYS KEEP CRASHING IN ON ME
NOW THAT YOU'RE
GONE 603 WORDS HOPE THIS DOESN'T SUCK DX |
Rhea was never a very aggressive person. Never has nor will she ever be. It's not that she isn't exciting or that she doesn't care. Well, sometimes she doesn't but that's beside the point. Violence never gets anybody anywhere to be honest, it was stupid and quite frankly it showed little to no masculinity whatsoever. Foolish people. They had their stupid activities that proved to do little help for the economy. Honestly, when were they going to go get their shit together? Then again, people do need the money. Well, it was a dog-eat-dog world out there.
Perhaps she would never understand humans. Anthros were far more intelligent than the hairless creatures. They had no idea what really lurked in this world, but it was for the better. Their scientists would surely be able to snatch one of them up and experiment on them for god knows what. Why take a rare and innocent creature and rip open its stomach and test its DNA to learn more about them? Really, it would just kill the species and further create their downfall. No intelligence whatsoever, these people. Well good thing she decided to stick to herself.
It wasn't that she wasn't friendly, she had more of an... acquired taste of sorts. Determination was a good trait of hers and she'd rather keep it than know some slutty jackass who probably doesn't have a job and goes to the bar daily so he can become even more a whore. Was that too much? No, rather fitting to be honest. California was a good place to kick-start her career but also a good place to find many people who couldn't give any less of a shit as to what their life would become.
She may not live long. She could die tomorrow, or next week, or 10 years from now but if she were to die she'd rather pass on knowing for a fact she had a brain in her head. The unknowing was scary, it truly was. Nobody knew when they were going to die but they knew it was going to happen one day. That we all were going to have our lives drain from our body, and our soul would leave. And nobody would be around to remember anybody, let alone ourselves. But, oblivion was the least on her mind today.
She had gotten a horse today, a fine young stallion. He was a sooty chestnut dutch warmblood. He was tall, about 17 hands and yet he was kind. He would make a nice companion to keep and even better to compete. So, with that being said, she was currently holding his lead in her hand, walking him through the apartment complexes to board him at the barn. Of course she had let him spend the night in her backyard over in Cherry Grove. Her backyard was big enough, plus it was a little late to go walk over to the appropriate stable. Good enough of a reason.
The blonde woman had been walking along when Vice had begun to sniff at a stranger's pocket in curiosity. An eyebrow quirked up, a hand grabbing at the stallion's halter. "Hey, Vice, quit it." She demanded firmly before pulling his nose back gently to which he obeyed kindly. "I'm sorry, sir, he's a curious creature. Aren't you, Vice?" She cooed to the equine to which he nuzzled her cheek. "I hope he didn't disturb you much?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2015 18:17:12 GMT
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Aaron wasn't the guy that drew people to him. No, he was more rather like the kind of guy that actively put up guards and shields to help people keep their distance. Life was much simpler when you didn't give two fucks what someone else thought of you. It was liberating, it was freeing and yes, it was lonely - but that was besides the point. If loneliness was the cost of living a pain free life than he was more than willing to walk that path. Besides, his life was full of things that he loved. He loved his job, loved his horse and loved the little apartment that he came home to every night. Loved his consistent rituals of stripping down, finding food, relaxing, sleeping and starting all over again. There was consistency. Life had a steady meaning and a sure rhythm. Sure, there were the few unexpected curve balls of life, but often times he found it wasn't something he couldn't handle.
So his day started like any other. He woke up, showered, ate breakfast, got dressed and headed out the door, but today was already going to prove to be one of those curve ball kind of days, for it isn't every morning that you walk outside and see a horse in the actual complex. He stopped and stared, befuddled to say the least. What the hell was a horse doing in the complex...there were barns for a reason after all...
What made for an even more amusing situation was that the woman leading the horse didn't even seem to notice the collision course she was on with him. Sure, he could move out of the way, but damn it, it was his doorstep and he was not moving. He observed the stallion and was impressed with his scope and size, but it clearly wasn't a thoroughbred. He was a little biased, he'd admit, but when you're career and live revolved around a breed you kinda had to have an affinity for the breed if you are going to make your life about them. That being said he could admire the stallion for what he was and couldn't stop the slight smile as the stallion stopped and began to sniff his pockets. Well, it seemed the stallion knew where he was keeping his peppermint treats for his mounts today and that brought an amused glint to his eye before he turned a more guarded gaze in the direction of the woman as she began to address him. "I'm sorry, sir, he's a curious creature. Aren't you, Vice?" I hope he didn't disturb you much?"
He watched with an impassive stare as the equine nuzzled her cheek it was apparent she had an easy manner with the horse as his steady and unflinching gaze took her in. She was not your normal human being...that much was apparent, but who was he to judge? What did he care? He gave her a pained smile and waved off the apology. "He's done no harm. In fact, he seems quite tame for a stallion." He noticed the clean lines and strong look to him. He turned his gaze back onto the woman, eyebrow arched in question, "You're lucky the apartment complex didn't find him here. You know we do have barns around these parts to store said horses..." He checked his watch, he wasn't late yet for work and he looked back at the woman, he stared at her intently, taking her in and waiting her reply. He hadn't gotten the memo that it was rude to stare...
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2015 20:08:10 GMT
I DON'T KNOW HOW IT'S GONNA BE
THE DAYS KEEP CRASHING IN ON ME
NOW THAT YOU'RE
GONE 590 WORDS SORRY THIS IS LATE D: |
She didn't have anything against humans, they didn't do much to her. But they didn't do a lot for her either. All humans cared about was themselves and if they didn't it was probably either for some motive or reward or they just didn't care about themselves enough. Humans, such simple yet complex creatures. She would never begin to understand the motives or the destination in which the humans wish to succeed in. Perhaps that's what they wanted, maybe they just didn't care. Well, maybe she'd find out one day.
Maybe she was obsessing or just a violent hatred? Well... she couldn't say she hated all humans. The generalization of them were pretty ignorant and stupid though. Her best friend, Vivienne was pretty intellectual though.. impulsive, maybe, but she loved her either way. There were more like her, but Rhea knew only what most humans wanted. And that was to protect themselves. They could trick their minds into thinking they were 'right' or 'just' but they weren't. Not at all. Not even an ounce of humanity in their body could save them from the grave they had dug themselves.
Things such as animal cruelty was so.. disrespectful. Cruel. Crude. Harsh. Humans think that just because somebody is different, they're automatically bad or they're stupid. They think that just because animals were smaller or they were different, they didn't feel the same pain or know as much as we do. But we don't know what they do either. They slit animals by their throat to let them slowly die as if the pain was nothing compared to what they could ever feel. Foolish people... Why was she so upset about them? She would never know. She was always so accepting, but it seems a grudge has formed between her and the other species. But, she'd find somebody else who would prove her wrong about them..
The blonde woman did not noticed the stare of the man gazing upon her beloved male equine, but apparently Vice did for soon he puffed out his muscular chest proudly and strode forward as a show of sorts, his tail snapping against his hocks. She glanced up at the horse with a snort of amusement. Her attention was turned to the man to which Vice seemed to have taken a liking to. The male human gave her a strained smile before answering. "He's done no harm. In fact, he seems quite tame for a stallion." She offered a grin, hiding her twisting stomach. "Yes, he's very domestic and sweet." A hand tucked a strand of her bouncy locks behind an ear. "You're lucky the apartment complex didn't find him here. You know we do have barns around here parts to store said horses..." She fought the urge to raise an eyebrow at his statement. What did he care? No.. you're just being rude again, Rhea. Clearing her throat before offering once more a smile. "Oh, I live over by Cherry Grove. It was late when I got him and I didn't have time to escort him to the barns so I had to keep him at home for the night." She answered without a waver or stumble of her voice, despite the fact the man was staring at her. "So, if you don't mind me asking, care to tell me your name, sir? I'm Rhea Banks."
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