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Post by annanoelle on Aug 19, 2009 23:17:18 GMT -5
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * [/center] The wind was light and breezy,spreading her warm breath over every sentient being within its warm grasp. There was a disruption in the air, its name was "Anna Noelle.", a seventeen,5'10 Caucasian/British girl. She was walking slow and easy, her lanky form swinging with some unheard beat, but she had a purpose.
Her eyes scanned the pasture, looking for a particular grey figure,called "CkG Dark Scarecrow Nobility,Aka Scarecrow.". Spotting the object of her purpose, she gave a low whistle, and watched as several other heads popped up but only one came galloping. She gave the rare grin, as he flagged his tail and bucked a little, only to come to a sliding halt in-front of her.
Reaching up, she rubbed the gray nose, closing her eyes as she received a nuzzle.She wrapped her arms around his neck as he laid his head on her chest. She gave up a few words in a whisper " Hey Boy, did you miss me much?" her British accent sliding in to give off a sharper tone.
She pulled something white out of her back pocket and showed it to him, letting him snuffle the leather then replace his head on her chest. "Now Now Boy, come on let me put your halter on peacefully." to speed up the tedious process she waved a carrot in his face,laughing as he caught on and lifted his head.
She slipped the white halter on his head and pulled yet another white object out of her back packet, and clipped his lead rope to his halter. Softly her lyrics exited her mouth again as she said "Walk On." stepping forth gingerly,feeling Scarecrows head plop onto her shoulders. She picked up the pace and had him trot, finally reaching the gate she opened it and smacked his flank half heartedly to get him to move out.
She walked for the stables and feeling Crow get antsy and start a sideways procession besides her. Reaching the oak doors, she opened them, and listened to the slow and ominous creak. Walking forth, she left it open so it could air out the stables. Leading Crow to the crossties, she took the lead rope off and tossing it to the far wall, and hooking him.
Walking to the tack room, she pulled out a black box, and walked back. Setting it down she opened it and grabbed a light brush, working her way back to Crow she began a slow procession. Starting at his shoulder and working her way down. ...............................................................................................................[/size] And Lies That I Never Believe. [/center] Status: Complete.
Word Count:to lazy to wanna count
Notes:Um.. I am A Cloud, watch me float
Lyrics:Crooked Teeth. By Death Cab for Cutie.
Clothes:Click Here[/u][/b][/url] if you want to see what she is wearing.The flannel shirt is left open, and exposes her white t-shirt. so Flannel Shirt:Unbuttoned Credit:MY still fuzzy brain Muse:ItAwesome, although this post is by far from my best.{Frowns} [/size]
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Post by Desert on Aug 20, 2009 0:18:20 GMT -5
Greed was never usually an angry horse but, today he was a nightmare. Tracy was gone for the moment, leaving his ticked off stallion to himself. The tall chestnut stallion stood inhis stall angrily. Stomping his hoof over and over. Pacing in his large stall he called home. In the box beisde him stood the eldest horse at Shady Lane, Flame. The retired red roan barrel horse lifted her head and stared at the high strung stallion.
Greed snorted at her. The mare's ears went back and she bared her teeth. This colt was starting to get on her nerves. She returned to her feed only to hear the barn doors open. Greed threw his had high and screamed. He began to angrily kick at the stall door. His sharp hooves denting the wood and door.
He didn't want to see another horse. He squealed a warning to this new horse and human mare. Kicking even harder at the wood. He was not a happy stallion. Where was his master? WHERE WAS HE?
There in the door stood Tracy. Listening to Greed's tantrum. Hearing him kick his stal into dust. He smiled apologeticly at a girl he'd never seen before. He had to wash his hands. They were covered in black powder. He had been experimenting with some new explosives near his house that was in the middle of freakin' nowhere. He got a call from the stable hand about his stallion going baserk.
"Greed, calm yourself boy." he had a thick British accent. He made sure not to loose it. He had pride in being English, he didn't want his accent to be replaced by that...American accent.
The chestnut stomped his antics and looked deep into Tracy's ice blue eyes. Only to nicker quietly. As if he were apologizing. Tracy smiled than walked to the girl "Hallo, I'm sorry about my stallion. If he caused you any trouble." he said in that famous accent. The one that made him well known in Shady Lane. Well, that and his lovely batch of fireworks that he kept hanging around his waist. Notes: I'm so lazy! I'll make a layout for him later. That and word count.
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Post by annanoelle on Aug 20, 2009 1:02:28 GMT -5
  And Their Words Are Just Whispers * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * [/center] Anna heard the loud commotion of one of Scarecrows barn mates, clashing with the wodden enclosure that kept him in, thankfully. She turned to look at the grumpy stallion and got a rather savage squeal in warning. She knew stallions were dangerous at times, but she had been near them enough to know that they took fear and manipulated it.
She thanked the gods that Crow was an easy-going boy, of course she could handle him if it got bad, but she loved his quiet affectionate ways. Crow turned his head and let out a squal himself, baring his teeth in defiance, as if protectinng his girl. She patted his shoulder, and said "Hey Now, dont get to fiesty,Sir Crow." she laughed at her own corny joke.
Ha, she had finally finished one side of the massive Crow, sighing in contempt,she spoke to herself [color=66CC00]"Now why in the world are you so freakin big."[/color][/i]her accent coming into play once again. Scarecrow just gave her a look that said "Not my fault,but you know you love me."[/color] She flashed one of those rare smiles,but jumped slightly when a new frame took residence in the door way. She looked up and saw a new person blocking the way out, he flashed her an apologetic looking smile, she figured it was his stallion, and gave him a slight nod in return. She had to admit, he had looks on his side. Returning to her work, she pressed two fingers into a muscular portion of crows neck, and waited five seconds, he sometimes had muscle knots there. She jumped again when she heard the voice of the mystery man[/u] echo as he spoke to his horse. Aww, so he was a fellow Brit. was he, being that she was part British, she had the lovely accent that accompenied it. She then was shocked to hear silence in the barn, well as silent it gets in a barn. She heard the nicker of the once enraged stallion, as if apologetic for his antics. She watched as he angeled himself towards her and offered up his British accent. "Hallo my self, oh he didnt cause any trouble, hes a stallion, he supposed to be hot headed." her accent never faltering as she spoke to him, she bent down and grabbed a rag from her kit, and cleaned her hands.
After rubbing her hands thoroughly, she placed them on her hips and looked at Crow, He was shining,due to his recent clean. He looked back at the two, and eyed, the mystery man[/u] he stomped a hoof, and swished his tail. Anna reached back to thump him softly, he didnt need to be rude,but she knew why he was like that, ever since her last boyfriend,who had been more then rough to her, Crow was more reserved around men. She offered her hand and said "The names Anna, Anna Noelle, and you are." she waited patiently.[/color][/size] ...............................................................................................................[/size] And Lies That I Never Believe. [/center] Status: Complete.
Word Count:I dont know
Notes:I'm a cloud,watch me float.haha
Lyrics:Crooked Teeth. By Death Cab for Cutie.
Clothes:Click Here[/u][/b][/url] if you want to see what she is wearing.The flannel shirt is left open, and exposes her white t-shirt. so Flannel Shirt:Unbuttoned Credit:MY still fuzzy brain Muse:Its really flowing today,[/size] |
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Post by Desert on Aug 20, 2009 14:03:21 GMT -5
He took her hand with great strides. He noticed that her horse seemed a little iffy around men. He didn't mind. A lot of horses were. He smiled at hearing her British accent. Yay he wasn't alone "I'm Tracy Walsh. Nice to meet you, Anna." he said calmly letting his hand drop back to his side. He turned to see a beautiful red roan poke her head out of the Dutch doors. "Hey, Flame." Tracy cooed taking a lead rope and clipping it on. Flame nickered happily. It was great to get those old bones moving for the day.
Still when he led her slowly to the croosties, she had a limp. One she couldn't walk off. An old injury to her knees was bugging her. Tracy did even have to hoof her. He just ground tied her. She lowered her head to Tracy's chest.
She was about sixteen hands, she seemed taller though. The old mare had a lot of spirit left in her. Even though her knees and joints in her legs bugged her. Especially in the morning.
Lifting her right front leg she presented her knee to Tracy like she always did. Her master knelt and lay a warm cloth on the injury to sooth the pain. It helped. He gently placed her leg back down and took the other. Did the same and let it drop. She hesitated for a moment than placed her hoof down. Tracy smiled "Let's see how you feel now, Old Girl." Fire, or Flame, was twenty-three years old. She was older than Tracy by two years. He grew up with this mare, he hoped that she had a lot more years to come, being one of the few horses that can get into the old years past thirty.
Yet, the wise mare seemed to already know when her time was. It would be sad to see her go, but she lived a happy life and had a wonderful retirement. Tracy clicked his tongue and stood only a foot away from her. The mare took a hesitant step and didn't even stumble she walked confidently toward her master who gave her a good pat on the neck.
Fire looked to the grey gelding and nickered a simple "hello". She enjoyed being around new horses. Except stallions. She could live wth Greed, but she had to. He was Tracy's competition horse. Fire could still be ridden, but not for too long and not to fast. She couldn't wear a saddle anymore.
The young Brit looked back at Anna. His horse turning with him. She walked slowly, still walking of those slow joints. "She may be old and slow, sometimes. But she's a treasure." he said softly with a smile. His forever bright blue eyes lighting up even more. Notes: Still too lazy! Lalalalala
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