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Post by Leslie Parker on Jul 21, 2009 22:14:50 GMT -6
The sun was high, shining brightly and sending sweltering waves of heat down to the ground. There was no breeze and the humidity was almost unbearable. In all it was a very hot day... though it would be storming later, Parker could tell... it was just too still. The teenager glanced down at his watch as he leaned against the railing of the round pen. Twenty after one. He nodded, thinking back and realizing that he’d been at the stable all day, since early that morning. Parker had arrived that morning around eight, maybe a little earlier. He’d gotten here early so that he could try to brush his mare out to a glossy sheen. It had taken the better part of the morning to perform the usually half-hour-to-an-hour job though, because Galatea was such a... nervous mare. Every move he’d made, she’d watched carefully, jumping at the slightest thing and freaking out over nothing at random times. She’d nearly broken the crossties, making Parker decide that maybe it was safer to groom her in her stall. It wasn’t her fault, though. The Dutch Warmblood, while she had a really sweet personality once you got through her patchy spots, seemed to have more bad qualities than good, but Parker refused to even think of selling her. Even though his mum had been lied to about her, and the mare had arrived drugged and had gone nuts afterwards, Parker liked her. The mare was tall, young, had a very definitive personality, and was built like his sister used to like... bigger, but not extremely bulky... Yeah, she was a keeper, no matter how much trouble she was.
Currently, the mare stood on the opposite side of the roundpen, head raised and stiff. Her bay coat was drenched in sweat; no trace of the glossy shine left from her grooming session was left. The two socks on her hind legs were brown with dust and she had dirt splattered all up her legs and stomach. Her sides heaved as she breathed deeply, staring at her owner with an intelligent gaze. The mare wasn’t sure what to do... half of her wanted to approach the boy who’d been so kind to her, but the other half wanted to either run from him or, when he got too close, attack and defend herself. She wore a hunter green halter with an attached lunge-line... the other end of said line was held in Parker’s hands lightly, along with a long lunge-whip. She also wore four SMB’s, also hunter green in color. It had been a huge fight to get the protective boots on her legs, but Parker’s stubbornness had won out.
The seventeen year old knelt down and grabbed a water bottle from the other side of the roundpen. He popped the cap and downed half of the bottle before spilling the other half over his head, allowing the cool liquid to run down his neck, back, and chest. He’d pulled his white wife-beater over his head hours ago when the heat grew to be too much. The shirt was laying on the ground, where his now empty water bottle now lay. He wore a pair of very faded jeans, ripped at both knees and extremely ragged at the cuffs. His worn combat boots were on his feet, and his grandfathers’ necklace sat around his neck.
Parker’s dark brown eyes lingered on his mares sweaty body, tracing her muscles and conformation before looking her in the face. A scowl appeared, then disappeared, only to be replaced with a mocking smirk. “Pest.” His voice was low, annoyed but still affectionate. The teen’s voice startled the mare, and her head shot up even higher, eyes alert. “Come on Galatea, you should really know my voice by now.” Parker sighed, speaking softly to the mare until she lowered her head and seemed to relax. “Atta girl. Se, you’re getting better. One day, we’ll be out running the trails like my sis and I used to.” As he spoke, he slowly began taking in the slack in the line, pulling the mare towards him.
Galatea took it one step at a time, and Parker let her, never pushing her, just letting her come on her own accord. She finally was just about a foot in front of him. The teen let a soft smile slip across his face as he slowly raised a hand and placed it between the mares eyes. When Galatea didn’t immediately try and jerk away, he rubbed his hand up and down her face, scratching here and there. The mare sighed and flicked her ears back, her eyes soft. Parker enjoyed seeing this side of her... the side that wasn’t crazy with fear and anger. He hoped to eventually bring her gentle, sweet nature out permanently, but it would take time. Lots of time... and effort, on both of their parts. [/size] Words: 812
Muse: Good
Tagged: Maggie with charrie ‘Melissa’ [/size] |
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Post by MELISSA KENNETH}} on Jul 22, 2009 8:13:07 GMT -6
Time can be contained in an hourglass,
you just have to know when
that time is up and gone for,
forever.
The sound of hooves sounded down the gravel road as Melissa led her dappled gelding back to his stall for the day. She had sat out there for most of the day with him catching up on her summer reading while watching him in the pasture, seeing he couldn't be alone he had to have atleast someone there and she couldn't leave him there without finding him a pasture buddy which she was hoping she'd find one soon. After all if she left him by himself for more than a couple minutes he'd find a way to jump over the fences or go straight through them to find another equine in sight.
The grey pricked his auds as they were nearing the round pen, his elegant features looking towards another in the round pen as she stood frozen auds and eyes alert. The boy in the round pen was wairing ripped worn jeans and combat boots though without a shirt his muscles were exposed, a small smile appeared on Mel's face. "Good eye, Ticket" she said in an almost whisper so only the grey could here it. Her fingertips reached her messy bun blonde curled hair, pulling a strand down from it and twisting it with her fingertips.
She grasped the black lead rope with one hand as she lead the gelding over to the round pen seeing as the mare inside looked nervouse she made sure ticket was on his best behavior. She stood there for a minute watching as the boy talked to the mare and she began to calm down. "Hi," she managed to say in a small voice so that she wouldn't startle the mare inside. Ticket took another approuch grumbling with a bellowing whinny towards the mare inside. "Sorry he still thinks he's a stallion" she said apologetically.
The grey bowed his head and put out his front foreleg entertainingly, she rolled her eyes bring his head up with the lead rope as he still began to snort and give little mumbles to the mare. "Be quiet," she mumbled to him reaching into her pocket and finding a rounder. His auds pricked and nares flared as he bent his head and ate up the cookie satisfied.
word count;; 371
muse;; not so good =/
insperation;; none really its early to be writing long post haha.
comment;; ahhh icky post my bad! [/blockquote] |
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Post by Leslie Parker on Jul 22, 2009 12:51:53 GMT -6
Her sides were no longer heaving, though she eyed the lunge whip leaning against the fence warily, waiting for it to move. If it so much as moved, she’d freak. Parker knew not the reason, just that she hated whips. She’d never been beaten, as far as he knew.
Her long legs stood firm, hard hooves planted in the dirt of the roundpen almost defiantly as she stood still, allowing him to scratch her forehead above her dark chocolate eyes. Then she moved, swishing her long tail and shaking her head, her short mane fluttering up and down as she caught sight of the other. Ears pricked curiously, and Parker glanced over his shoulder to see what had caught his girls attentions.
“Ah...” He muttered, his eyes blank as he watched the girl and horse draw closer. The girl spoke, but before Parker said a word, her horse bellowed a greeting.
The greeting wouldn’t have been that bad if Galatea didn’t choose to freak out. The mare jumped, almost seeming to leap in the air, head raised high, back hollowed, eyes rolling. It would have been quite comical if it weren’t for the fact that she was so large and within such close proximity to Parker. Galatea shot backwards, trying to rip the lunge line from Parker’s hand where he’d looped it over. When the line tightened momentarily and pulled against her halter, she half reared, causing the teen to quickly drop the long rope.
“Galatea!” Parker voiced his objection at her plight loudly, not meaning to startle the mare further, but doing so anyway. As the mare bolted to the opposite side of the roundpen, the line dragging behind her, the boy turned to the girl, eyes flashing angrily. “Thanks a lot.” He uttered, sarcasm, anger, and annoyance in his voice. “D’you know how long it took me to get her to trust me that much? Ruined!” Parker ran a hand through his hair, clenching his other into a fist around the lunge whip and throwing it to the ground, ignoring his mare.
He wasn’t really angry with the girl, or her horse... he was disgusted with himself for not having gotten closer to Galatea, for not coming out and really working with her daily. It was, in his mind, his fault that she was still so jumpy.
Parker’s anger left his face and he sighed, running a hand across his eyes tiredly. “S’not your fault...” That was as close to an apology as he’d get. “Name’s Parker. Leslie Parker... Don’t even call me ‘Leslie’ though...” His voice was rough, borderline rude with the way he spoke. “Who’re you, then?” [/size] |
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Post by MELISSA KENNETH}} on Jul 24, 2009 11:49:14 GMT -6
Though ticket was quiet now the mare inside the round pen didn't seem to notice as she jumped at his call to her, rearing up and ripping the longe line from her owner. Melissa put her hand to her mouth feeling guilty as she watched the expression on the boy grow deep with anger. Way to go, Mel. She thought waiting for an angry comment, first guy you meet and you tick him off nice. Well she hoped she didn't but she knew Ticket did. The gelding watched the mare inside as she pranced and began to panic though he looked somewhat amused. Wow, my horse was a jerk. She thought as she held his lead line firmly now and held his maw so he couldn't startle her further.
Thanks alot. D’you know how long it took me to get her to trust me that much? Ruined! she heard him mumble then began to say the rest in an angry tone. "Well I'm sorry I didn't know." She replied a little irritated that he thought she did it on purpose. S’not your fault... was as close to an apology she got but it was close, she teased with a strand of blonde curly hair that had fallin from her bun. Name’s Parker. Leslie Parker... Don’t even call me ‘Leslie’ though... Who're you then? He said his tone still a little agrivated, but she decided to ignore it.
"I'm Melissa Kenneth, you can call me Mel though." She replied though her voice had softened she still didn't want to sound all happy bubbly like normally when she knew he was still agrivated. She felt horrible. Ticket snorted as his muzzle drew close to the round pen towards the mare though he made no motion to bellow a hello once again so she let him be, he was friendly just a big baby. He wouldn't hurt her even if he tried, if anything they would hurt him. [/blockquote] |
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