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Post by Maya on Sept 2, 2009 14:00:42 GMT -5
 What’s worth the price is always worth the fight[/color] Every second counts ‘cause there is no second try[/color][/size]  [/center] The sounds of footfalls entering his room caused the young boy to gaze fully awake at the towering man who had adopted him. Scotty looked down at him with an almost confused and excited smile. ”Why are you awake?” The boy studied him silently, and refused to answer. Scotty well enough knew that answer, and nodded as he walked out clad in boxers. His muscular frame closed all possible gaps in his door way and then left. He exhaled, watching as Scotty moved about, readying himself for what the day provided, however the boy remained in his bed in this room he was unfamiliar with. His brown eyes casting downwards to the scars the rope had left behind. A nightmare he would never forget, and knew all too well it would never leave him alone. He had been awake for more than six hours, refusing to succumb to the dream once more. The rain that pelted his face. He could feel it, smell it within the air. The tears as they rolled down his cheeks, as well as his beseeching pleas for his parents to return. No matter how he constantly yanked at the rope that was attached to the doorknob it never gave in. The boy immediately pulled off the covers and quickly left behind his bed, no longer wanting to remain in the silence that surrounded him. He heard Scotty talking gently to his dog, Delilah. The somewhat elderly dog gave a gentle whine, and he heard Scotty’s hearty laugh. However, the boy’s solemn appearance in his door way caused the pair to be silent. Delilah wandered up to him, but the young boy paid her no attention, and instead walked to the shower with clothes in his arms that were tightly locked against his chest.
Sadly, Delilah and Scotty watched the boy walk away, closing the door to the bathroom without even uttering a word. The fifteen year old boy yanked at his sleeping wear and allowed then to fall onto the linoleum floor quietly. He stepped away from them as if he felt dirty from living in the nightmare that constantly taunted him. His brown eyes settled onto the scars on both wrists from that night that had changed his life. His parents didn’t want him, and yet he felt alone despite the fact that he was happy to have Scotty – whether he would admit it or not – he was grateful to have been adopted out of the orphanage. Landon let the warm water collide with his lightly tan skin but he was numb. His mind empty and blank and he stared at the walls around him without truly seeing. When he finished cleaning himself, the water shut off, and Scotty pounded at the door. ”I left a note on the table! Please read it. I’m taking Delilah for a walk. I’ll see ya, okay?” Landon gained his voice and replied. Okay! It was weak and almost hushed, and Landon wanted it to sound more confident, but he pushed the thought aside and listened to the steps fall away. He wondered briefly as to why Scotty always felt the need to assure him he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Scotty always told him he knew what it was like, but Landon doubted it. Does he? Does he truly know what it’s like to be rejected from family when it’s all that you have? I bet he doesn’t. But Landon was a naïve teenager, and Scotty was also adopted. However, Scotty was “lucky” considering his uncle adopted him as soon as his brother and his new wife decided they didn’t want him. But Landon never asked, and instead challenged him constantly like most teenagers do as well as rebelling against him, and testing boundaries. Scotty knew he was in the ride of his life, but he’d enjoy it through the ups and downs. Landon dressed himself in jeans, black sneakers and a white t-shirt. He combed his light brown hair, allowing it to gently swoop above his eyes to one side, framing his rounded face nicely. He opened the door to find himself alone, but it didn’t bother him. He was used to it.
Landon walked over to the table, finding the note and four dollars. The note simply stated that he should go to the stables and check it out. Scotty would also pick him up at four o’clock so he wouldn’t have to take the bus back home. Landon shoved the note into his back pocket while he grabbed a red apple from the counter to head out the door. He chewed on it, and saw the city bus pull up to the bus stop. Frantically, he chased after it, and was lucky to have the bus driver notice him to stop once more. He paid the one dollar fee and sat down in a seat by himself, refusing to look up and meet the eyes of a stranger. He became self-conscious to a point, and sat on his hand, covering the scars upon his wrists. He came to his stop, and he walked off to see himself face to face with the stables. It exploded with life from dogs, horses and humans alike. The noises surrounded him, and he wouldn’t attract any attention today. He was always plainly dressed – a plain Jane if you will, or in this case a plain Dane – most people would never even realize he was there. He would just blend into the crowd, and that’s what he wanted. To be left alone and not talked to. But Landon knew that he never really got his way. Most of the time people talked to him, intrigued by a boy much younger than themselves. He would talk, but not very much. He walked, looking down at his arms as they absorbed the summer heat. He passed by groups of people, and ignored their murmurs and comments about his age. Landon looked young, possibly younger than fifteen, but people often thought otherwise. With both hands jammed into his jean pockets, he arrived upon a paddock. As a breeze passed, Landon heard a distinct fluttering of paper that had been thumb tacked to the white fencing. When he came closer to it, the note said his name, and he yanked it off the tack and opened it up. The note was from Scotty and it stated that Scotty was going to teach him responsibility. And it ended with “Good luck, kiddo!”
He lifted his head, his eyes trying to squint into the paddock that was considerably smaller than a pasture. The trees that caused a dark and an almost ominous feel shadowed the back of the paddock. It was completely pitch black in the back of the paddock, and Landon climbed up the fencing with ease. He hesitated as he sat on the top of the fencing on whether or not he should enter or just go back. He jumped when he heard snapping twigs that came from the back of the paddock. No sunlight was able to break through the canopies, and Landon swallowed hard. Refusing to be undaunted by the noises that erupted in that particular spot, he moved onwards with mock bravery. He stopped just as he was about to enter the darker place of the paddock, but there was nothing to be seen as his eyes adjusted to the light. He squinted, noticing a shelter in the confines of the sturdy trees that surrounded it. He heard a squeal come from within it, and the shelter rattled. Landon’s breathing became uneven and he felt like he had just been dropped into a horror movie. He gulped to himself as he wandered forwards. He came to the entrance of the shelter and peered in. The squeal came from a dark mass with a glowing white mark on its forehead. Oh shit! He said aloud as the mass began to move, and picked up speed at the far end of the shelter. Landon immediately turned on his heels and bolted for his life. His face etched with fear as he ran as fast as his legs possibly could. His heart raced, and he had never felt fear as much as he could. There were loud steps behind him, and it sounded as though there were two people chasing him. But within moments he was shoved in the back by what felt like a punch and was sent tumbling to the earth. He rolled over immediately, and found a young filly gazing down at him. He screamed, his arms going over his face, but the filly backed up and squealed excitably. She nudged his arms, and playfully tugged at his sleeves.
Slowly, he gave in, his heart still pounding in his chest and ears. Landon peered up into the brown eyes that gazed at him softly. He stood to his feet quickly, and the seven month year old filly pranced around him. Landon took the note back out, and flipped it over onto the back where Scotty also wrote something. He read it, his lips moving faster as he read it aloud. The words were garbled and he gazed at the young filly. The filly tilted her head and gave a gentle squeak, nudging the note curiously and looking down at it as if she too were able to read and comprehend it. Landon looked up at the filly. She was the black mass in the shelter, and the glowing white thing on her forehead was a star. He thought to himself. Scotty couldn’t have gotten me a dog instead of a horse?! I don’t know anything about horses! She’s a pure-bred Percheron, and she’ll get to at least 18 hands give or take. That’s what he said. So she’s gonna get tall, and then what?! I’m gonna ride her? He’s nuts! And I gotta ride English too! What the fuck!? I’ll learn responsibility with a puppy, but I know Scotty. He won’t get rid of her. He looked up at the filly once more, studying her with hopeless eyes. He was stuck with her, and she was going to get huge possibly even monstrous! And she was pretty close to his shoulder already! Landon began to pace, and the Percheron filly followed him like a dog would to its master. He stopped and looked at her, biting into his lower lip. Why are you following me? He asked her, and heard a laughing group of people. They were mimicking the way he ran when he thought he was being chased by a serial killer. All Landon knew is that his life could have been ended today, but he was still breathing.
The filly gazed at him, pressing her muzzle to the palm of his hand. She bobbed her hand, and his hand went flying in the air and then settled back to his side. And Scotty would kill me if I tried to pawn her off to someone else… Damn. This sucks! The filly repeated her antic once more, and Landon finally understood. He stroked her face, and smiled to himself. You’re cute… I’ll give you that. He mumbled and once again his lips moved faster than his mind could keep up. That was how he usually talked, and most of the time his speech was incohesive and garbled. She tugged at his shirt, and had dragged him a few steps. He stumbled every so often, and she squealed when he gently touched her shoulder. She gave a small buck, and bolted into the shadows. When he didn’t follow, she immediately returned at full speed in his direction. Landon shut his eyes when she came pretty close to him at a gallop. He was going to get run over by a filly! He opened his eyes slowly only to see the black filly gazing at him with her head tilted to the side. She squealed, tossing her head. She snorted in his face, and he looked confused. When he moved, she looked excited and began to prance to fill in the gap between them. She was like a love-sick puppy, and she only further proved that by placing her head on his chest to rub her head against him. Landon stumbled backwards, almost falling flat on his butt. He didn’t want to embarrass himself any further, but there was already an intrigued group of people gathering. Oh, he hated this. He pulled down at his shirt nervously and began to jog. The filly half-reared and took off after him at a gallop. Landon picked up speed, and was also running. The filly seemed happy and satisfied with this. So… She wants to play. Oh! I get it now! He thought and grinned as he turned quickly. The filly followed afterwards, tossing her head with happiness. It was then that a bond had been instilled, and Landon knew – despite that Scotty had stated in the note – younger horses bond almost instantly once they know their owner, and often times follow them wherever they go. After a moment of running, Landon slowed his pace. His breathing shallow and uneven and his filly pranced up to him and squeaked in his face. Landon gave a quiet laugh and sat onto the ground. The filly stood beside him, and slowly lowered herself beside him. Her head was on his lap, and he carefully stroked her face, watching her eyelids droop in pleasure. I think I’ll call you Azaria. He whispered, and the newly named filly gazed at him. She bobbed her head in what seemed like agreement before she placed her head onto his lap once again. Landon grinned, trying to ignore the people that spoke of their feelings. ”Awww!” He heard most of them say, but tried to tune them out but to no avail. [/blockquote] TAGGED; Anyone who decides to join…
LYRICS; Nickelback; If Today Was Your Last Day
WORDCOUNT; 2,301
NOTES; So, I ended this badly... If you join (I'll love you forever if you do! =: D) you can just do whatever your heart desires! Lol! I know it's kinda hard to put a charrie into this thread, but I hope someone tries! Hehe! =: P And yes, this is my new charrie, Landon! TA DA!
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Post by Desert on Sept 2, 2009 19:04:38 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She woke up to a house full of men, once again. She crashed in her brother's room and she woke up in her room. He must've gotton annoyed of her trying to "bond" with her best bro. Of course he never really minded her laying with him, but Evean was known to do...things in her sleep. Sawyer carried her to bed at around midnight.
The morning rays shone through her window and onto a sleeping Syra. Syra O'Heir was her roommate. They had a lot of fun plotting against the boys'. Sawyer may pay the bills, but Evean and Syra were still the most dominent of the household. They had three men to keep under control. Whoo hoo. Two of them were her brothers' Then there was Alex.
The two girls flew down the stairs at the smell of food. Sawyer stood with his nose in a pan. Being blind, the older man had to sniff out his ingrediants, or feel them. He was a good cook. After few years of practice. Sadly, he could never follow a recipie. It wasn't the Sawyer way. It was more "Throw random items into a pot until it tastes good.".
He looked up from what looked like a Mexican dish. Something Evean couldn't pronounce.
"Hello, ladies." he smiled warmly. Evean grinned, running to her brother and crushing him in a hug "You're in an oddly good mood." she laughed, kissing his cheek than dancing to the table where Alex sat, his nose in the newspaper. Alex was a wanted man. When Evean first came to Shady Lane, she was surprised he was alive, let alone out of jail. Andre was sitting close by, keeping their now wonderful count of six dogs company. Syra got Andre a dog, a female Akita Inu, Heart. She was gorgeous and Sparks, Sawyer's guide dog, protected her with his life, just like Dancer, the white German Shepherd pup. Andre strocked his dog while Sparks, Bean, and Dasher fought out who was top dog, in a sane way.
After breakfast, Evean took a shower, making sure the door was bolted shut. Sawyer was stupid sometimes, not like he wouldn't see much anyway. She moved fast. Sliding on a random pair of jeans, riding boots and a t-shirt. She charged out the door and ran to the stable. Only to see her massive 18 hand stallion terrorizing other horses in the stable.
"KHAN!" Evean yelled kcking his stall, shutting him up. The stag stared at him with firey brown eyes. "Will you be a gentleman FOR ONCE" she asked slipping his halter on and leading him out of the huge horse box. He followed willingly. Only pulling at the sight of a mare. She lookeover at a group of laughing people and a stangly young boy run out of a shelter in a nearby paddock. Evean raised an eyebrow and squeezed herself and her stud through.
She, too laughed slightly at the boy and the cute little black filly. Khan trotted forward, taking Evean with him. The ground had sense moved away from her and she clung to his lead rope for dear life. Her sailed over the low fence and whinnied at the foal. Evean dug her heels into the ground and hissed "Whoa you foal obsessed brute!"
He actually obeyed. Evean caught her balance and looked at the younger boy and smiled "I'm sorry about him. He's crazy." she sighed....
Khan didn't like this at all. this human male was holding a foal! He screamed and reared at him. Evean stepped inftont of him and glared "Damnit, Khan! Get control of yourself!" she snarled. He came back down and pinned his ears. Evean took a quiet step toward the human foal and smiled at the filly.
"Again, I'm really sorry"[/color][/blockquote][/size] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Evean, Landon
Word Count ~' ?
Muse ~' High!
Music ~' ---
Notes ~' Hehe, this was fun!
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Post by Maya on Sept 2, 2009 19:48:32 GMT -5
What’s worth the price is always worth the fight [/color] Every second counts ‘cause there is no second try[/color][/size] [/center] It was hard to resist the innocent face of this filly. Landon would refuse to admit that, but for now he was alone. Well, for the most part. The group had slowly begun to disperse, though a few remained, laughing about the recent event of this young boy fleeing away from a filly. Last thing he needed was to get the attention he didn’t want, but so far Landon was failing. He was sure that the people would refer to him as the boy who ran away from a foal. They would talk to him, mock him, laugh at him. It didn’t matter anyway. It never mattered what people thought. He looked down at Azaria, her soft brown eyes no longer shown. She was comfortable near him, and with her even breathing it made Landon smile. Smiling was something he hadn’t done in awhile. It felt weird as it crossed his lips, remaining only for a little while. Slowly, he leaned backwards, refusing to gaze at the group in front of the paddock. Instead, he looked up at the pastel blue sky, staring at the puffy white clouds as the summer breeze blew them past. Azaria stirred as he shifted, and opened her eyelids to make sure he hadn’t snuck off anywhere. To her joy, he hadn’t left her, and she closed her eyes, moving her head to his chest on purpose. He gave a gentle laugh as her muzzle was now pressed up against his chin. Azaria… He said softly, trying to beckon the young filly to becoming awake but she didn’t respond. Aw crap! Now I’m stuck here. In this position with a group of people staring! Oi. And as if on cue, the group had saw what the young filly had done and another round of “awww” burst through the air. His cheeks went red, but he wouldn’t look at them. He couldn’t and wouldn’t allow himself to.
A loud thud shook the earth, and Azaria and Landon lifted their head simultaneously only to find themselves gazing at a massive stallion. Fear raced through Landon as he was caught off guard. And it only increased when the stallion reared, clearly displeased with something. Azaria bared her teeth, and gave angry snorts at the stallion. She, too, rose onto her hind legs. And she tossed her head spitefully while her teeth were bared. Landon scrambled to his feet, and stumbled towards his filly. He placed his hands on her chest firmly and was determined to push her back. She gave in after he wouldn’t give, though she pawed the earth unhappily. He whirled to look at the female that belonged to the stallion. He swallowed hard, looking nervously from the pair of them. Azaria gave a hateful squeak and her ears pinned flat against her skull. Landon glared at her, speaking quickly. No, Azaria! At the word “no” he was sent into a flashback to the torrential rains. His eyes became distant, and Landon struggled to bring himself back. But in this flashback he was no longer fifteen… He was four years old. A moment passed, and Landon unconsciously grabbed his wrists, tracing the scar over and over until the girl’s voice caught his attention. He cleared his throat, nodding as she apologized yet again for her stallion’s antics.
He was curious, and determined to find his voice he gazed the woman who was clearly older than he. I.. Uh.. Have a.. Um.. Question. Or uh.. Questions. Azaria tilted her head, squealing at Landon as she picked up on the clear feeling that he felt uncomfortable or afraid. She came up to him, wedging herself between his left arm, breaking the mindless tracing of the scar on his wrist. With his left arm slung over her withers, he stroked her thankfully on her side. She leaned into the stroking, closing her eyes in the utmost pleasure. He cleared his throat, and proceeded to talk once more. Why is um.. He angry? And how tall is he? Landon attempted to slow his speech, but it faltered between slow and fast, but his brown eyes shifted nervously from the girl to her horse. He was in awe of the sheer size of the stallion, and wondered if Azaria would get that tall. And he also wondered if it was possible to jump Azaria when she became old enough. Landon shifted and Azaria pressed against him, giving a nudge to his hand as though assuring him. He smiled at her, scratching her shoulder. I can’t see myself riding a horse that big. But how tall is 18 hands? Scotty said she’d more than likely reach 18 hands. I’ll have to ask Scotty.. I want him to teach me.. Teach me how to ride and how to-how to handle a horse. He’d ask Scotty once Scotty would come around. Landon was determined and focused to ask Scotty the numerous questions before he slipped into silence again at the house. Removing his arm from Azaria’s withers, he stroked her back, studying her. Horses were mighty fine creatures, and all were beautiful and majestic, and it was no doubt that Landon had been captivated and pulled into the loving world of horses. [/blockquote] TAGGED; Landon, Evean
LYRICS; Nickelback; If Today Was Your Last Day
WORDCOUNT; I'm not tellin'! Hehe!
NOTES; *tackles Noob in hug* As stated, I love you forever!!! Hehe! =: D
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Post by Desert on Sept 3, 2009 16:33:28 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Khan, finally calm, eyed the foal then nickered. She was going to be big, like him! He nickered an apology and a simple hello to the filly. Evean gave his toned shoulder a good pat. The draft lovd foals and mares. He'd protect this little filly any time. And they were y a fence where a lot of stallions watched. He turned quickly ad ran at the fence, screaming t the stallions.
The other studs pinned thir ears and dragged their masters away. Khan trotted up and down the fence, snorting angrily at every horse that passed. He was the biggest and strongest horse at the ranch, and he was angry. He reared at a small person and a thoroughbred gelding.
Evean turned at looked at Khan. The war horse was doing what he did best. Evean put her fingers in her mouth and whistled. The stallion snorted and cantered back. Evean threw her arm over his withers. The young woman was six feet tall. Her stallion was only a inch or two taller. She smiled at the boy, deciding to sit. Se dropped to her but and crossed her legs.
Khan stuck his muzzle on her head and began to just lip at her hair. His warm breath bloing onto her face. She reached up and was able to touch his shoulder. "What are you doing you giant oaf?" she asked her stud with a smile. The Clydesdale decided to join her. He dropped to his knees and his body followed. He rolled over and lay in lateral recumbant. His head resing by Evean's high.
She smiled at the equine beside her and stroked his cheek. She smiled kindly at the boy beside her. He was shy, reminding her a lot of Alex. She took her hand away from Khan's face and lay her hands in her lap. "He's just naturally like that. He doesn't trust many horses, especially stallions. He's only doing what comes naturally. Not really angry. When he's angry you'll know." she shook her head.
This horse was insane when he was angry. It wasn't funny. He killed other horses, and people. Evean was glad she had the money to keep him alive and not on someone's plate. She thought about his size. "Hmm,he's a little over 18 hands. If you're wondering you little filly here...Azaria was it....KAHN! Quit." she poked Khan's neck. She could feel that the stallion was ready to roll. A simple thing she knew wa that, he'd kill her if he did. "I'm sorry. She might be a little over 17 hands. Not as big as you think, almost six feet tall, at the withers of course." she smiled, done wth her little speech.
By the way he ran, she guessed he didn't spend much of his life around these beautiful animals. She studied the filly, her conformation and the pair's early bond. Knowing that he was shy, she guessed that being around horses would brave him up a bit. Khan looked at her and whickered softly. Evean instantly lept out of the way. Sitting back down on the other side of the young teen.
Khan began to roll around. Hs legs sprawled out above him and around him. He snorted and grunted, rubbing his neck against the grass. It was rather funny. Evean couldn't help but laugh at her horse "Having fun, Khan?" she chuckled as the sallion stopped and stood. She looked at the teenager. He looked about fifteen.
She smiled, "I'm Evean by the way." a regular intorduction should calm his nerves a little bit. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Evean, Landon
Word Count ~' bleh
Muse ~' Decent
Music ~' ---
Notes ~' -yawn-
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Post by Maya on Sept 20, 2009 12:00:10 GMT -5
What’s worth the price is always worth the fight [/color] Every second counts ‘cause there is no second try[/color][/size] [/center] Landon observed her silently. His brown eyes sizing her up in an almost discreet way, and he allowed his gaze to drop. Azaria pranced around him, nudging him in the sides. He looked at her through his peripheral vision, but did nothing in response to her playful gestures. A little frustrated she nudged him harder in the back, and Landon stumbled a few steps. He blushed fervently, his cheeks overwhelmingly turning red in a matter of seconds. He turned to gaze away from the older woman to the filly that squealed with delight. He gave a weak smile, and patted her gently. However, that smile soon faltered and fell away from his lips. Landon jumped, turning to look over his shoulder at the stallion as he screamed at others. He reared and Azaria mimicked him. Landon gave a gentle laugh, watching his little filly squeal and squeak as well as rear above him. She tossed her head and pranced up and down the fencing, ears pricked forwards in anticipation. But when the mighty stallion returned to his owner, Azaria followed him. She sniffed his coat before nudging his shoulder. She squealed and bolted to Landon. She hid behind him, peering out from the side of the boy’s slim body. Her brown eyes danced with mischievousness, and gleamed with sheer delight. It wasn’t everyday she got to associate with horses, and especially in this small paddock she was alone. Landon grinned at Azaria, playfully pushing her muzzle. She lipped his bare arms, snorting at him as she trotted around him. She moved fluidly even for a young foal. Her conformation was surely going to be top notch, and with future training under the English saddle would bring them out even more.
Landon’s eyes snapped back to the woman and her horse. She had sat to the ground and her massive horse soon followed. He mirrored her actions, preferring to stay on the same level when talking to someone. He slowly lowered himself to the ground cautiously, eyes never leaving the duo that sat across from him. As soon as his rear end touched the ground, Azaria followed within moments. She placed her head into his lap and nudged his hands greedily. She thirsted for the touch of his hands, and without a thought, Landon played with her ears. His other hand tracing her cheek, and when he looked down his filly closed her eyes in pleasure. Landon lifted his eyes, listening to the woman speak. He swallowed down the lump in his throat. Note to self: Do not make him pissed off. I don’t want to die. The mental note was made, and he tried to envision what the stallion looked like when he was completely angry and temperamental. He could see the crazed look in his eyes, that passionate wild flame bright in them as he whinnied loudly and reared, bolting away from all that ever got in his way. He shuddered involuntarily, and looked away from the massive creature to Azaria. Her eyes were watching him, and before he could look away she questioned him with a gentle squeak. The worry was clear in her eyes, and he looked away. Azaria snorted and rose up again, and stood in front of him. Her face was an inch away from him, and Landon’s guarded brown eyes didn’t faze. Azaria’s ears pinned against her skull, and she stomped her front hoof into the dirt.
The dirt billowed around him, and Landon sneezed, breaking free from the eyes that scrutinized him. Azaria backed up a little, and stood above him in an almost protective way. His eyes traveled over to the woman again, and listened as she spoke. Oh.. Well.. S-S-Scotty told me there was a possibility. Landon’s voice was soft, though his speech was speedy. His brain couldn’t catch up to the speed of his words, and at times his sentences sounded garbled and indecipherable. Oh well.. Either way she’s going to get tall! Scotty’s just crazy if he thinks I’m going to ride a 17.2 hand high horse. I’d rather ride Mirage or even Pride! And speaking of Pride, he noticed the black and white Quarter Horse, pacing in his pasture. He bucked, lashing out at the white fencing. Clearly, he wasn’t happy. Landon frowned, gazing at the stallion as he tossed his head, whinnying angrily. Scotty would be around sooner or later, and Pride would be under control. His brown eyes moved away from the acting out stallion to the mare in another pasture. She was pregnant though Scotty had no idea by whom. His best guess was that a stallion jumped a fence and got to her. The chestnut Hanoverian was usually calm, but she oddly had gotten moodier. Still Landon would still try his luck on the moody mare. Hormones. He thought to himself, and watched Mirage snort angrily at her stable mate from her pasture. Landon jumped when the woman suddenly moved to the other side of him. He stood quickly to his feet, and Azaria looked at him with confusion. He was one spooky kid! Landon’s mistrusting eyes turned to the rolling stallion and his laughing counterpart. Landon was a maverick, preferring to stay away from the social inequalities and groups. Azaria half-reared in excitement as the stallion rolled around, and as if she were his mini-me, she mimicked him.
Landon’s eyes soon turned back to being guarded, and he shoved his hands into his jeans. His scarred wrists out of sight, and he smiled tightly at the rolling duo. Azaria was tiny compared to the stallion named Kahn, though he’d give him a run for his money when she grew older. When the stallion rose up from his display of happiness, Azaria was close behind. She rose and pranced about, tossing her head while she came back up to Landon. She pressed her muzzle against his pockets, searching for his hands. Landon withdrew one of his hands, placing it onto her muzzle. Though she wasn’t satisfied… She wanted both hands. She stomped her fore hoof, demanding for the other hand to be revealed, and Landon gave into those demands without arguing. They stood side by side, but soon Azaria left to go size up the stallion. Fearlessly she approached him with an arched neck, her black tail swishing behind her. And gently she nipped him, squealing she bolted away and stopped abruptly. She turned around, front legs splayed apart and her hind legs rising her body. She wanted to play. Landon grinned, watching her and her stance. She reminded him of a dog, and Azaria snorted at the stallion, almost daring him to come and chase her down. Landon turned his head over to the woman again. Her voice was gentle and a smile was on her face, though he wasn’t sure if he could trust her entirely or trust her at all. I’m Landon. His introduction was short and to the point, though his nerves were still racing within him. [/blockquote] TAGGED; Landon, Evean
LYRICS; Nickelback; If Today Was Your Last Day
WORDCOUNT; 1,167
NOTES; Oh, it's utter crap! >: ( I fail.
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Post by Desert on Sept 20, 2009 13:20:02 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Khan fond the foal mimicking him very...amusing. He shook out his mane and swished his tail around. He placed his head on his beloved's back and nickered for her to get up. He was begining to grow impatient. He didn't like human stallions at all. And here he was. Letting her talk to one! Well, if he hut the human stallion, he would be pnished!
If he hurt the foal, he would be killed. His simple mind found the answer. Do not hurt the human. Evean was ever so gently stroking his shoulder, finally standing. His mistess was tall. She was strong. The stud leaned against her. Not putting all of his weight against her well built body. Still, she held her place.
She studied him for a moment. He was...out there. She understood very well that he didn't have a very pleasing past. He was lost in the world. And when he brought out his hands she foze. Evean had keen eyes, her ADHD let her see everything. She noticed th scars on his wrists. Wth a tilt of her head, she was tempted to ask what tey were doing there.
No, she wouldn't press him on. That would make him more uncomfortable. She thought back to when she asked Alex wy he was alive. He was said to be dead. But no, he was alive and in hiding. The kid had a meltdown. Instead, she kept a smile on her face. A trusting smile. Dad said she had a way with people.
She understood how he felt. She had a hard life, too. Even she lived wit the greatest family in the world she, she couldn't help but think of her father. Her real father. Where was he? Was he ok? Even though he had hurt her when she was really young. She still loved her real dad. She wanted to see him.
Then, only recently she was raped. Of course she had her fun with the guy but, whatever. She was hurt. Now she had eyes watching her everywhere. Her brother didn't let her out of his sight. With a sigh, she looked at the filly and smiled.
She was brave to approach Khan, of course he wouldn't do anything to her. He knew not to play too rough with foals. Especially fillies. Colts, he had a lot of fun with colts
Khanjumped slightly at the unexpected nip. He snorted loudly, breaking away from Evean. He was now determined to catch the fluffy filly. He whickered at her and took off in a trot toward her. His ears perked high. And, just when he was about to catch her, he quickly turned and bolted to the left.
In only four long strides. He stood on the other side of the paddock. Head low and challanging. He wanted to know if the filly could catch him! He whinnied at her, pawing the ground.
Landon, she smiled. Instead of talking, she watched their horses. Khan was acting like an immature colt, hitting on the fillies. Acting like Mr. Tough guy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Evean, Landon
Word Count ~' Crappy
Muse ~' not there
Music ~' ---
Notes ~' Yours is better than mine by a longshot! Well, blah! My keyboard sucks. It skips letters. So, sorry for all the typos.
Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence |
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Post by Maya on Sept 22, 2009 15:21:22 GMT -5
What’s worth the price is always worth the fight [/color] Every second counts ‘cause there is no second try[/color][/size] [/center] The silence irritated him to a certain extent. He fidgeted uncomfortably. Landon’s brown eyes shifted from the ground to Evean in an almost anxious way. The silence left room for his living nightmare to pick up where it left off. He could still see his parents’ car pulling away, and the feeling of the rain pelting against him. He could feel the water soak through his skin, and his cries for them to come back he could hear them. Landon shifted his weight, biting into his lower lip. He tried to think of something he could say. But what? He racked his brain, trying to find anything possible he could say. Talk about the weather? But that was boring… And to be quite honest, not exciting. Frustrated with himself, he looked over to Azaria. She was still prepared for anything the stallion could possibly do. She tossed her head, snorting. Her eyes narrowing and she shook her mane. She pawed the earth, and gave a playful challenging snort. Landon smiled at Azaria before he turned back to Evean. He noticed the question on her face, and he held a barely noticeable bewildered expression. What was your question? He asked, trying to sound brave, though his voice betrayed him by sounding weak and soft.
Clearing his throat, he turned to look at Azaria once more. His eyes flitted back and forth from Kahn to her. He pursed his lips whilst he waited for either of them to make a move. Azaria’s muscle mass coiled and she looked like a snake ready to strike. Suddenly, the stallion sprung forwards, and Azaria stood completely still. When he was within reaching her and plowing her down entirely, Azaria remained unfazed. Landon’s heart leapt through his chest and lodged itself into his throat, and for a moment he was scared. His racing heart slowed when the stallion turned at the last minute, and Azaria just stood there?! Landon shook his head and an incredulous expression only poked through his guarded façade for a moment. He was surely going to deal with a handful from this filly. He watched as Azaria sized up the stallion from afar. Azaria was tough as he gazed upon the challenge that represented itself to her. With a rear and shrill squeal, she charged forwards. Her hooves looked like they barely collided with the earth once she touched down. Her ears flattened against her skull, and approached the stallion in an almost arrogant way. Well, it was a mock arrogant way, but she bucked before she reached his side. She snorted her head high as well as to tail as though telling him you’re not so tough anymore. Landon grinned, completely stunned at the way his filly acted. She had some guts, no doubt.
Azaria seemed to give a look to Kahn that read “Is that all you got?” Naturally, the young filly enjoyed a little of rough housing, but she was entertained. She stood beside him, and gave a gentle nicker that slid out of her mouth quietly. She looked back at Landon with her eyes bright and excited. Landon made another mental note. He should let Azaria play with this stallion occasionally. She’d also let her play with Pride. Pride was a gentle stallion around foals. Landon had witnessed it before, and so Azaria would no doubt be protected by the two stallions and be unharmed during any play. He wondered as to what her inquiry was, but he looked down uninterestedly down at his dirty fingernails. Azaria snorted at the large stallion and gave a questioning squeak. She wanted to chase him around! She pawed the earth and tossed her head, and a gentle squeal resonated from within her throat. Landon heard her converse with the stallion and smiled, turning his eyes away from his fingers to the gravel road. His eyes casually searched the gravel road leading to the stables. With my luck he’ll be coming around soon… Landon thought, referring to Scotty. With a withdrawn sigh, he contemplated asking her things, but with a defeated grunt he turned his gaze to his black Percheron filly, watching her coat gleam in the light. [/blockquote] TAGGED; Landon, Evean.
LYRICS; Nickelback; If Today Was Your Last Day
WORDCOUNT; MAKE MEE!! lol
NOTES; Scotty should be comin’ in the next post of mine. =: D Hopefully we won't get confused. Haha!
CREDIT;`` AC. at Caution 2.0![/font][/color] |
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Post by Desert on Sept 22, 2009 17:29:18 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So he noticed? Well, she couldn't lie! Could she? Sure he was crafty and not very honest but, he was a kid. She could never lie to a kid. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked away for a moment, thoughtful.
She hated bringing up a person's past. Especially if it sounded bad. Like hers. She dropped her hands to the grass and heaved a sigh "Ummm, I noticed those scars on your wrists and was wondering wher you go them." she took note of the weak sound in his voice. "You don't have to answer but, I would like to know." her voice was very soft, kind and trusting.
She honestly did want an answer but, she was going to do something unEveanly. She wasn't going to force it out of him. She'd give him time. Silence had fallen over them once again. Making Evean's head feel like it was going to explode. She looked at one thing, then at another. Stupid ADHD!
Khan lifted his head ad let out a full throated whinny of hapiness. He ad sired many foals, but he never really got to meet them. He never got to play with his foals. He never played. The high strung stallion was begining to like this game.
He thought this foal was brave. She'd make a good horse. He nickered and took off in a trot. Even at this pace, feathered feet mking himeem like he was floaing. His muscled rippled under a shining bay coat. He would make everyone around him think of Ares, the greek god of war. This horse was fearless.
He would fight anything that got in his way. Wih that, he bucked. Throwing his body into the air. He made sure he kept well away from the filly as he did so. The very last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.
Evean sat quietly, watching her horse buck and kick playfully. Missig the foal, Azaria everytime. He was showing his power, showing her that he was strong, he was big. She glanced over at Azaria then at Landon with a gentle smiled "We can learn a lot from them. Sometimes it seems that the horses are smarter than even us." said Evean quietly. Her mind finally settling down. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Evean, Landon
Word Count ~' Ask and I'll eat your hand off.
Muse ~' GONE
Music ~' ---
Notes ~' Rawr Maya!
Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence |
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Post by Maya on Sept 23, 2009 19:59:55 GMT -5
What’s worth the price is always worth the fight [/color] Every second counts ‘cause there is no second try[/color][/size] [/center] Evean’s question was unexpected and Landon flinched on the inside. Her words cut through him, exposing all flesh to anyone that came back. He felt his heart sink, and his stomach immediately began to knot and twist within him. His head started to spiral out of control, and he flashed speedily through mental pictures of his past and reality. Struggling, he tried to ignore the sounds of rain and the feel of it against his skin. He tried to block out the flashing lightning as it illuminated the muddy dirt road and the silver Honda Accord as it pulled away… And as it pulled away his parents never looked back. Not even once, and they should’ve loved him! They told him that over and over again, but they never meant it. The odd feeling of anger burst through his body that was rigid and stiff, and suddenly melted away his inability to move. He stumbled backwards, blinking his eyes as though it were raining now. It stung his eyes, and he squinted. His brown eyes contorting with sadness and overwhelmingly sorrow. His face looked morose, and his features became empty and cold. Landon shook his head, and it all came back to him. This was reality now, and he looked at Azaria again. His features were unsettling, and he was seeing without actually looking. All he cared about was that he had returned to the real life and not to the nightmare.
Every question deserved an answer, or that’s what he rationalized with himself. He traced his scarred wrists absentmindedly, and looked down as though of ashamed of everything that happened. Landon’s fingertips were shaking almost visibly, and though he tried to conceal that, he was failing. Well.. I was uh… Disowned by my parents when I was four.. They tied me to the orphanage’s doorknob with a rope. He was struggling, and his voice was quiet. It was barely a whisper, but loud enough for only her to hear. Years later.. I was adopted by Scotty. I’m not sure if you know him. He’s a cop around here. Scotty Byrom. He ended quickly, avoiding eye contact at all costs. And in fact, his eyes were now glued to his filly. The stallion, Kahn flaunted his power and the clear ability to murder anyone that dare cross him. Azaria had trotted after the stallion, bucking and tossing her head with a nicker. She pranced, flaunting the beauty in her steps and in her gaits. And then suddenly, took off at a gallop. She breezed past the stallion, bucking out and missing him completely. When she pulled away from him entirely, and was far out of sight and yards into the ominous portion of her paddock it was then that she wheeled around and galloped right back out. She stopped at Kahn’s side and reared. Once she landed next to him, she sniffed his coat before squealing with excitement.
Landon smiled at the sight of the random burst of energy, but was quickly distracted by the sound of a truck coming up the gravel road. The truck was familiar and he immediately knew who was here. It was Scotty, and sure enough the truck had stopped in front of Pride’s pasture. The black and white Quarter horse immediately stopped acting out, and had galloped to the fencing to greet his rider. He watched the spikey blond haired man open the gait and greet the stallion. Landon observed as the stallion tossed his muzzle into the calloused hands of the man that had adopted him. Closing the gait to Pride’s pasture, the twenty-two year old when to the mare, Mirage. He left her in the pasture, and just when he turned away the chestnut mare wanted out. Scotty let her out and got into his truck. The pair followed and Landon swallowed hard. Scotty was earlier than the time he had recently stated, but Landon said nothing when the tall, muscular man pulled up. Scotty was everything Landon wasn’t. Scotty was confident, fearless, brave, and courageous. Landon shuffled his feet, watching as Scotty opened the door of his truck and came out with a broad grin on his face. Delilah followed close at his heels, and gave a gentle bark when he swung up and over the fence and landed onto the dirt. Heya, kiddo! He beckoned from afar, his lengthy strides easily bringing himself next to Landon. Landon waved feebly, watching Pride and Mirage stand behind the white fencing, whickering towards the cowboy, Scotty. [/blockquote] TAGGED; Landon, Evean.
LYRICS; Nickelback; If Today Was Your Last Day
WORDCOUNT; ...I'm too lazy!
NOTES; ENJOY! =: D Hehe! And rawr right back at ya!
CREDIT;`` AC. at Caution 2.0![/font][/color] |
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Post by Desert on Sept 24, 2009 17:55:13 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Evean Contaro was not surprised by the reaction. Still, she felt instant regret for even asking but, she was somehow glad he told her. Now she knew his past, more or less. So, he was adopted just like her. She felt sympathy toward the young man, for sure.
"I understand." she started softly, letting her chin rest on her hands. Tan fingers weaving together. Dark obs on him. A kind look inside them. "My life started out like that, in a way. My mother died when I was born and my father was a cruel man. He beat me, and demanded so much out of me." heaving a sigh, she was uncomfortable telling her story but, she wanted him to know that she understood what he went through. "He was always getting very drunk, I was five when the police took me away from him. I heard he went to rehab. I was in the orphanage for only a year until I was adopted by Dr. Contaro."
She ended her story with a sad sigh. But, she still had her parents and, well. She had Sawyer. She knew she could always turn to her brother. she could turn to any of her brothers; all seven of them. Still, she always went to Sawyer first.
She turned to the two equines playing around. Geez, Khan was going to show that filly some bad manners. The stallion stood very still at her burst of energy. He nickered quietly when she returned to his side. He reached down and blew warm air into her face. He learned her scent quickly. Not being firends with many other horses, these rare moments of affection were special to him, and to the other horse. He could get to know Azaria.
He would be her horsey friend! He let out a happy whinny and looked toward his mistress. She was watching him. He trotted past Azaria to Evean. She was still sitting, a large head lowered to look her in the eye. He nickered quietly to her, acting like the gentleman everyone wanted him to be. Then, the adult male walked up.
The stallion had a very deep hate toward men, except for Sawyer. He turned firey eyes to the tall male, sizing him up. Khan would crush him like a bug! He threw his head and reared.
Evean was attached to his neck at the time. So, when her horse went up. So did she..The ten foot stallion lashed out at Scotty. Evean letting go of his neck she landed flat on her rear with a quiet "oof!".
A hard glare went to her horse. She did something daring and stupid. She raised a hand and touched the stallions chest. Even though he was way up there. She dodged every flying hoof that came toward her. "Damnit Khan!" she snapped stepping back with a glare. The stallion came back down with a loud thud and a snort.
Evean turned her back to the stag, only to be nudged in the back over and over. She ignored him and looked over at the taller man, just by a few inches. She didn't find men tall, really. She was six feet tall, she really didn't care. She gave him an apologetic smile. Full red lips parted to speak "Hey, I'm really sorry about him."
Ok, so he was a nice looking guy. Tall, muscular, he had a nice smile. She didn't show anything on her face but a kind smile. Khan was getting irritated and bored. He pushed her now. His head rubbing against her back. To protest, Evean sat down.
She was more comfortable with looking the two men eye to eye. She felt lonely, being the only woman surrounded by all these boys. Well, there was Azaria. She smiled, showing off her pearly whites.
They were extra clean today. Last afternoon she bit Andre on the shoulder actually drawing blood. She didn't mean to. He had her pinned and she bit her. Just messing around with her brothers.
Khan gave up on Evean and just stood there, his hard gaze on Scotty. If he tried anything to his mistress. He'd slaughter him! His Evean was hurt by a man..Eight times. Luckily the young woman was infertile, or she'd been doomed for eternity. Still, the scarred girl hid her pain with a smile. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Evean, Landon, Scotty
Word Count ~' Better
Muse ~' It ran away
Music ~' ---
Notes ~' YAY!
Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence |
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Post by Maya on Sept 26, 2009 9:48:29 GMT -5
What’s worth the price is always worth the fight [/color] Every second counts ‘cause there is no second try[/color][/size] [/center] So, she understood what Landon had gone through. However, their stories varied, but no one would brag about being left behind by their parents. Landon often played it off like it was nothing. If they didn’t love him, so what? He would act like it didn’t hurt him. Like it didn’t destroy him from the inside out, but he was hurting in a way that no one would be able to level with him. Scotty somewhat eased the pain, but he would never be his parents. He merely nodded when she finished, and let his brown eyed gaze turn towards Azaria again. Azaria squealed when Khan blew warm air into her face, and she answered by tossing her head and by copying what he did to her. When Khan returned to his rider, Azaria pranced up to Landon. With her face inches away from his, Landon gave a weak smile before stroking the filly on her face. His fingers traced the white star on her face. He stood before her, his eyes locked on hers. Azaria’s light brown eyes were gentle and soft, and incredibly expressive. Landon could sense what she was feeling by merely looking at her eyes. His eyes then shifted as Khan acted out once more. Scotty noticed this, but didn’t budge nor move from his place beside Landon. And instead, neglected the actions by the stallion, and looked down at Landon and Azaria. He grinned, allowing the grin to reach his dark blue eyes. Fearlessly, he gazed at the rearing stallion, though from across the paddock one stallion wasn’t happy.
Pride released a threatening whinny, rearing up. The black and white stallion screamed angrily, bucking at the fencing with sheer displeasure. If that other stallion ever dared to harm his Scotty, Pride would release the demon within. And now normally, Pride was a quite stallion, though when his rider’s life was at stake he would do anything to protect him. His muscles tensed, and he landed back on the dirt. He snorted, his ears pinning flat against his skull. He bucked at the fence once more. His strong hind legs splintered the fence upon force of impact. Mirage side-stepped away from the acting out Pride, and also showed her displeasure towards the other stallion. She flattened her ears, and snorted curtly at Khan. Scotty gazed over to Pride, and shook his head. Pride! Enough! He listened to Delilah bark and growl furiously from her side of the fence. She knew better than enough to enter a paddock without Scotty saying so. And in fact, Pride and Mirage could have easily jumped this fence, but Scotty had them well in control. The elderly dog was still barking up a storm. Scotty cleared his throat. Delilah! He snapped, his low, baritone voice echoed from where he stood. Authoritive and demanding, his voice was, and the trio silenced. Though Pride snorted, ears pricked forth. Delilah emitted a whine, sitting in between the two horses.
Scotty knew well enough as to what he was doing. Landon was simply amazed and in complete awe. He looked up at Scotty, almost questioning him but he only smiled. Scotty knew that any horse owner should have complete control over their horse, and he had faith this woman did. So he didn’t move, and didn’t show any fear because he wasn’t scared. Azaria flinched at the sudden noise, but settled when it went quiet once more. She watched as the woman dodged the hooves of Khan, and watched as she gained control over him. Scotty turned and smiled kindly at the woman that was a little shorter than he was. He shook his head and gave a low chuckle. Oh, it’s alright, ma’am. I’m Scotty. He introduced himself casually, though Scotty was always up for meeting new people around Shady Lane. And being a police officer, he often indulged himself in another’s presence. He wanted to get to know the people of Shady Lane. Scotty adjusted his plaid, unbuttoned shirt. His muscles poking through the white undershirt he wore. His Wrangler blue jeans loose around his body and topped off with a belt that held a shiny, silver almost badge looking to hold it in place. His black cowboy boots matched the black cowboy hat that blocked the sun from entering his dark colored eyes. And in fact, Scotty’s eyes appeared darker from the shadow. He gave a tip of his hat, revealing that it held teeth marks from Pride.
Landon said nothing, and remained silent. He observed how Scotty reacted, and sat down. Azaria quickly followed, and Scotty turned to look at this. He grinned, chuckling down at the boy. What’d you name her? He asked, curiously. Landon looked up at Scotty. He rolled his shoulders in a lazy shrug and mumbled his answer. Azaria. Scotty grinned, satisfied with the name. And what a pretty name it was for a pretty filly. He watched as Azaria pushed her head onto Landon’s lap, and the bond that had formed whilst he was away. It was what Scotty wanted and had hoped for. I’ll teach you how to ride on Pride soon. He stated, and smirked at the shielded face of Landon. Landon shook his head sternly. On Pride?! You’re crazy if you think I’m gonna ride him. And besides, he won’t listen to anyone but you! Scotty chuckled whole heartedly. He’ll be fine as long as I’m in the ring. Either that, or you ride Mirage! Landon swallowed hard, and gave in. Scotty grinned, and turned his attention back to the woman that had sat down. I’m sorry, ma’am. I hope you didn’t feel ignored. He apologized to the beautiful woman sincerely, hoping she would forgive him. After all, with the small quarrel with Landon, he didn’t want her to feel out of place or ignored and looked over. [/blockquote] TAGGED; Landon, Evean, Scotty.
LYRICS; Nickelback; If Today Was Your Last Day
WORDCOUNT; Feh!
NOTES; WHOOO!!!
CREDIT;`` AC. at Caution 2.0![/font][/color] |
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Post by Desert on Sept 26, 2009 14:06:43 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The young woman smiled at the pair. Landon seemed a little more comfortable around Scotty. He would break out of his shell, soon. It took Evean three years to finally feel comfortable in her own home.
She listened and kept a gentle, friendly smile. That was until a tall pale man leading a bucskin stallion past. Evean's head shot around and a growl rose ut of her throat. If Sawyer sent him, that boy would be dead. She glared at him, but. Andre just passed by. Wolf whinnied at Evean but followed anyway.
Heaving a huge sigh she turned back to the boys, only catching the end of their conversation. She smiled and shook her head to Scotty "I don't mind, oh, and I'm Evean. Also, I honestly think" she paused before saying something else "Hmm Maybe you should put him on a gelding before a stallion or pregnant mare." she hesitated for a moment. Evean grew up around horses. She could guess on what to put a new rider on. A gelding just popped into her forever running head.
Her eye caught glimpse of the defined muscle of Scotty's chest. She blinked and turned her wandering eyes away. Her ADHD making her giddy and bored, wanting to jum around screaming. She shifted from side to side, waiting. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Evean, Landon, Scotty
Word Count ~' Better
Muse ~' Gone
Music ~' ---
Notes ~' Sorry it's so short.
Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence |
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Post by Maya on Sept 26, 2009 20:30:23 GMT -5
What’s worth the price is always worth the fight [/color] Every second counts ‘cause there is no second try[/color][/size] [/center] Landon scowled at Scotty, turning to look down at Azaria. Now, don’t get Landon wrong… He likes Scotty, but he would never admit that to himself. He’s naïve and tells himself he can’t wait to get away from him. But in actuality he enjoys having him around. Hey! What did you expect? He’s a teenager after all. His thoughts were racing. Ride Pride? What is he thinking? I’ve seen the way they move. Hell, Pride’s a speedy bastard. He wants to move. Fast. Ugh.. I’m screwed. He concluded that Scotty was planning for his death, though Landon was jumping to conclusions. Pride was a docile stallion, and he only listened to Scotty. Scotty was the only one to ride him, but whenever Scotty was around him when there was another rider on his back, Pride would reluctantly listen to the rider. He didn’t want to disappoint Scotty. He wanted Scotty to be jubilant in his actions, and therefore, the black and white Quarter Horse would oblige. After all, if it was what Scotty wanted, Pride would want it too. The six year old stallion snorted, swishing his tail. He eyed the stallion warily before he nipped Mirage playfully. The chestnut Hanoverian squealed, and returned the playful nip to her counterpart. Landon observed their interactions, but turned his gaze back onto Azaria who looked up at him innocently.
Scotty turned his head to stare at Evean. His eyes followed her gaze over to another man and his horse. She glowered at him briefly before turning her attention to him. Scotty lowered himself to the ground beside Landon, and watched as Landon flinched visibly. He frowned at this, and noticed that Landon had tried to disguise it by trying to refuse the involuntary flinching to stop by tensing his muscles. However, Landon was a bad actor when it came to trying to control his involuntary actions. Though he was a good actor by keeping his face guarded and refusing to let anyone in. Scotty looked back at Evean and smiled. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Evean. He paused, listening to her once more. He respected her opinion completely, but no one knew his horses like Scotty did. And in fact, Scotty knew the height and lineage of any horse just by looking at them. He had a gift, but he only used it to his advantage and to others. Well, Mirage is goin’ to give birth soon, and well… Pride is probably the most suitable for Landon to ride. Sure Pride’s a stallion, but he’s a gentle and calm stallion. When I’m around that is. And despite that Landon will have to learn under a Western saddle, he’ll convert to English. He explained, looking over to Landon when he gazed at him. Landon exhaled, glaring at him. Ain’t Mirage an English mare? He asked but he already knew the answer. Scotty nodded, wondering what his intentions were. Landon looked down at Azaria. Then why haven’t you ridden her before she got pregnant? Scotty shifted his weight a little, and made himself more comfortable before answering. I told you.. I’ve been busy with my police work. I’ve already learned how to ride English, but she’s pregnant. You don’t ride pregnant mares. He stated, dark blue eyes meeting Landon’s brown eyed gaze. Landon nodded and dropped the subject, and looked back to Azaria once more. He stroked her cheek gently, lost in his own world. Scotty looked at Evean and gave a crooked smirk. Kids… He said with a shake of his head and gentle chuckle. Landon stuck his tongue out at Scotty when he wasn’t looking, and returned to petting his filly. But he thought to himself. Adults… [/blockquote] TAGGED; Landon, Evean, Scotty.
LYRICS; Nickelback; If Today Was Your Last Day
WORDCOUNT; ROAR!
NOTES; No biggie! =: )
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Post by Desert on Sept 26, 2009 21:44:32 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Do you know what happens when youput Evean in a box withnothing to do? She explodes! BOOM! Just like that. Same thing with her being bored. Her heart was racing and her palms were sweating. She was so DAMN BORED! Just enough to make her want to scream something incredibly stupid to the world.
She shifted around, reaching up to touch Khan's shoulder. The stallion did what he did before and flopped down beside her. Laying his headon the grass. He wasn't going to roll again. Hopfully. Evean patted his neck. Her eyes on Scotty for a moment. Takin in all his features all at once. He had gorgeous eyes, she had to admit that.
So blue. Her chocolate brown eyes crinkled when she gave them a smile. Wide and Eveanly. She watched Landon's expression. She could tell he was a good kid but, he was a lost one at that.
Just give him some tme. She looked over that the two horses and dogs. They were all beautiful animals. She looked to Mirage and raised a brow. She heard Sawyer mention that horse. Something about Black.
She looked to Scotty. "Do you know who made her pregnant?" she asked calmly. Something in her mind clicked and she knew who it was.
She shook her head that his comment about kids. That made Evean laugh "Ah, c'mon. Kids aint that bad. Brothrs are the ones you have to look out for. If you see any of mine, arrest them." she mumbled the last part angrily, stil convinced that Sawyer sent Andre here to watch Evean. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Evean, Landon, Scotty
Word Count ~' ...
Muse ~' Gone
Music ~' ---
Notes ~'My muse be missng!
Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence |
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Post by Maya on Sept 27, 2009 12:22:10 GMT -5
What’s worth the price is always worth the fight [/color] Every second counts ‘cause there is no second try[/color][/size] [/center] Landon grinned when Azaria rolled onto her back. She was an over-sized pup. He shifted closer to the filly and scratched her belly for a moment. Azaria squealed and quieted when Landon stopped. She rose to her limbs, and trotted around them. She visited Scotty first, sniffing his hat before nudging it. The hat fell into his lap, and Scotty chuckled lowly. He patted the filly’s neck, grinning. His eyes also grinned at her as she pranced past. Azaria then visited Evean, and sniffed her before gently nudging her shoulder. Pride watched the young filly with anticipation. He snorted, whickering to the filly. Azaria’s ears twitched and she galloped up to the paint. Pride eagerly lowered his head, and sniffed her happily. Azaria had slid her head through the slats, nudging the broad and muscular chest of him. Pride nickered, nudging her side gently. Azaria then visited Mirage. The calm mare sniffed her, and lipped at her neck. Azaria squeaked and snorted against the mare. Delilah wagged her tail at the filly. Azaria tried to mimic the dog. Her tail swished sloppily behind her and she sniffed the dog. Delilah licked her muzzle, whining quietly. Azaria pulled back and squealed, running back to Landon. Shyly she hid behind him before lying beside him. Landon laughed to himself, stroking her. Delilah’s ears were pricked forwards and her head tilted to the side. Landon smiled and looked to Scotty who was also smiling. Scotty never really stopped smiling. Scotty was just… Too happy.
Scotty felt Evean’s eyes on him, and before she turned away, he lifted his gaze to meet her own. She was indeed a beautiful woman. Scotty would never deny that. Then suddenly his smile faltered, and the overwhelming power in his “smiling” eyes also dissipated. He shook his head. No, I can’t say that I do. In fact, I don’t think anyone does. He shrugged, looking over to Mirage and her swollen belly. He was a little worried, but Scotty knew she would be fine. Sure it was her first foal, but that mare was strong and sound. He smiled when Mirage leaned against Pride, resting on his muscular body. Pride took her weight easily, and stood firmly in the ground. Mirage and Pride had gotten rather close, and Scotty had been debating on breeding them. But it was a little too late for that, wasn’t it? He chuckled at her remark. A silly, lopsided grin appeared on his face. If I’m given a good reason, I’ll arrest them! And you’re right. Brothers are a little worse. He thoughts went back to Kyle. His older brother, but in actuality Kyle was his cousin. The man who adopted him was his uncle, but he called him dad. He wondered briefly to himself if he improved his life. Scotty sure hoped so. He sighed, looking over to the now silent fifteen year old. He’d given Landon time to come around, but Scotty had all the patience and time in the world. He smiled at Landon, watching the teenager interact with his filly. It simply made him happy. Scotty leaned backwards, resting on his elbows, gazing politely at the woman. [/blockquote] TAGGED; Landon, Evean, Scotty.
LYRICS; Nickelback; If Today Was Your Last Day
WORDCOUNT; MWHAHA
NOTES; *kicks post* Stupid short post! >: (
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