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Post by Coasta on Nov 19, 2019 3:49:35 GMT
Hey everyone! This is a Christmas RP for 2019! Starts November 22 and ends December 31 Make your characters down below! Everyone is welcome and it isn't restricted to horses, you can do whatever you want! You are also able to hop in whenever you want. But here are some details: -Takes place in December in Centennial, Wyoming -It IS snowing and the temperature will always be below 40 degrees f. -keep in mind that this town is a rural farm town built around rivers, forests and plains -enjoy!
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Post by Coasta on Nov 19, 2019 3:55:50 GMT
Name: Tess Age: 19 Gender: Female Hair Color: Blonde Skin color: Fair Eye color: brown House: Small one story ranch house surrounded by a huge pasture in front of the mountains on the plains. Biking distance from the river and driving distance from the town plaza (shops, schools, entertainment, ect) Personality: sweet, innocent, kind, caring. Lives By Herself Interests: horses, music (flutes), art, swimming in the local river Picture of Ziezo:
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Post by MaxWinter on Nov 24, 2019 3:42:26 GMT
Name: Angelica, (people call her Angel) Age: 18 Gender: Female Hair: Dusty Blonde Skin: Pale ivory Eye color: Light brown with hints of dark red Personality: friendlyish, isn’t easily angered but when she is watch out, sassy, seems to always have a knife around, it doesn’t matter what knife, just, knife, tiny bit pshycopathic, takes after her crazy older brother House: small, one story, dark oak wooden looking, one side of the living room is straight glass, all the rooms are painted a dark brown to match the outside, the yard is all the way around the outside of the house, two gates separate the front yard from the back, the kitchen has a marble counter that connects it to the living room, al the rooms are open except for the bathrooms and bedrooms, all of the rooms have a theme of black white and grey, the theme of the bedroom is dark red black white and grey. Mediumish hallway connecting to be bedroom and bathroom. Biking distance from everything, out in the forest area a little bit so she can bike on new trails every day Lives by herself, family kicked her out when she was 16 for reasons unknown Interests: knives, instruments (most specifically Bass Clarinets or Clarinets), dogs, music, pissing people off, biking
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Post by Coasta on Nov 24, 2019 4:03:57 GMT
It was a crisp, late November morning. I sat in my bedroom. My bed is a small bed with grey sheets which is right next to my window. My window allows me to view the open plains and the mountains in the distance, which are usually covered with thick fog. I got up and walked around my house, ultimately resulting in me wrapped in a blanket, sitting on the porch, hugging my flute and sipping hot cider. According to my now deceased grandfather, the flute I am holding is a magic holiday flute. When played at the correct time on a date close to Christmas, a miracle will happen to it's player.... Wyoming was beautiful in the morning. There are no other houses around mine, so I am able to openly view the wide open plains and the huge mountains surrounding my small home. I placed my apple cider on the ground and started to play a basic scale on my flute when I heard a loud, painful whinny in the distance from a horse. Of course, my horse obsessed heart started beating and I immediately threw my flute on the couch, grabbed my keys, and drove my car towards the whinny.
--------- There was an approximately 16 hand grey gelding prancing around a boy around my age, his reins snapped in half and his saddle slipping to one side. The boy my age was laying unconscious on the ground, not harmed at all, but the horse wouldn't stop prancing. "Woah, boy, woah..." I cooed softly, grabbing his reins softly and stroking the bridge of his nose once. I dragged the boy into my car and drove home, expecting the horse to just graze until it's owner found it. But instead, the big handsome horse galloped after my car until we stopped at my house. I just shook my head and accepted it, since my house is surrounded by a pasture anyways, and dragged the boy into my house. I laid him on my couch and really studied his face. He has short brown hair, deep brown eyes, and a very handsome face. He has a few cuts on his face, which gives him a tougher look. His skin is fair and is soft to the touch. As my fingers started to graze his face, I realized how cold he was. I swiftly tossed a blanket on him, and my heart skipped a beat as his face scrunched up, and then went back to normal.
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Post by MaxWinter on Nov 24, 2019 4:54:23 GMT
I smiled, twisting my knife in my hands. A man around his early thirties standing an inch in front of the wall that was right next to my front door, he didn't want to come in any further. He said he liked being 'polite' like that. He was tall, muscular, and looked really intimidating. His black hair fell to one side of his face. His eyes were a really dark brown, practically baring into my soul. He wore a grey and white suit, he practically wore that all the darn time. I snarled at my older brother. "I told you Damien, I'm not doing it." I said, standing up from the grey couch I was sitting on. "Anthony and I would like to have you on our team." He retorted back at me. I stood up, twirling my knife. "This is the fourth time this week, I said. I'm. Not. Doing. It." I said, punctuating the last few words by slamming my hand down on the counter. My knife twirled in my other hand, aching to throw it at his head. "You're just like Anthony." He said, smirking a bit. My smile turned into a grimace. "You know I hate you comparing me to him." "I know, it's just that you're so much alike." He said, drawling out his last word. "Get out." I hissed. "Consider it." He said, smiling. I threw the knife at him, the knife wedging itself into the wall a few millimeters from his face. "Your aim's gotten better." He remarked still smiling. "Don't you have Anthony to get back to?" I muttered, spinning around and walking back to the couch. His smile faltered, and he opened the door, "Consider it, you might have a chance to actually throw the knife at someone." "Oh get lost, the only reason you want me is because I'm more talented than both of you and you know it." I yelled back. Before the door shut I saw his anger written all over his face. I smirked at that. I walked over to the door, grabbing the knife out of the wall. I twirled it in my fingers a bit before walking over to the window wall. I looked out over the Wyoming mountains as I watched his car drive away. "Stupid social manipulator." I muttered. I turned and grabbed my phone, going to my camera roll. I swiped up to the top finding the video of my grandpa telling me the story of my bass clarinet. I hit play and my grandfather's voice filled the room, "The story begins with a young girl like you." He paused to boop my nose. "She loved playing the bass clarinet. Switching from the clarinet to the bass, much like you." I smiled, walked over to my bass, where it was concealed in its case. "She wanted it to be special, what she didn't know, was that it was." I put my phone down next to my case, and popped my case open. "She opened it, some day before Christmas, and played." I ran my hands over the keys. "She said a miracle happened to her, but she didn't say what." I smiled again at that part. "Aren't there more like it?" My brother had chimed in, I rolled my eyes. "There's a flute, bass clarinet, and a trumpet." My grandfather said, then the video ended. I closed the case, sighing. "The only reason you want me on you and your little team of two is so you can get your hands on my bass."
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Post by Coasta on Nov 24, 2019 6:11:13 GMT
I walked outside to meet the big grey gelding, who was patiently waiting in front of my front steps. I extended my palm, and he immediately smushed his face into it. I giggled, and the feeling of his fur brought me back to when I was 14.... ---- The long, hot summer had just begun. Everything was right. It was so hot outside, but nothing stopped me from doing what I loved most: horses. More specifically, Crisco. Crisco was my 15.2 hand Appaloosa gelding. He was my everything. As my first heart horse, my entire life revolved around him. I loved him so much more than any human id ever known. That summer insisted on long gallops through the toasty Wyoming fields on Crisco. Galloping him through those fields with him in nothing but a handmade rope halter and me in nothing but booty shorts and an old tank top were days I will never forget. Every heartbeat I had belonged to Crisco and my life always needed him in it. That is, until, Fall of 2014. Crisco coliced twice in a row overnight and passed away the morning after his colics. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. I was depressed for so long. And, three years after I lost my Crisco, more tragedies were to come.... ---- I shuddered at the memories and went back to stroking the grey horse's face. He had no traces of where he had come from or if he was even connected to the strange, handsome man inside of my house. That reminded me to check on him. When I walked inside and traced his face once more, his eyes slowly fluttered open and my hand instantly shot back. His eyes were a beautiful brown, which twinkled as I looked at them. He sat up and looked at me in a confused way. "What...? Where...?" he stammered, rubbing his eyes and scanning my small living room. "Where am I? Who are you?" he asked, and I gulped. "I'm Tess. I heard your gelding out there whinny in pain and I drove to find him and found you...I took you to my house and warmed you up. He's outside, if you need him." I said, and he looked even more confused. "Gelding? What's that?" he asked, and now it was my turn to be confused. "He's not your horse?" I asked, and he shook his head. "I have never touched a horse in my life..." He said, and I shook my head. "Tell me about yourself and what your last memory was. We can start there." I explained, sitting down next to him. He looked me up and down and then continued to speak. "I'm Hudson. I'm 19. I have lived in Centennial all my life...and my last memory was...hmm...im not even sure." Hudson explained, squinting his eyes and trying to think. "Wow, i'm 19 too, haha!" I exclaimed, and he gave me a short tempered look. I shook my head and got up to get us some hot cider. He followed me into the kitchen and looked around. "Is this place yours?" He asked, and I nodded. He looked almost impressed for some reason. I handed him a mug and he gingerly drank it, still looking around. "You a horse girl?" he asked, looking at a picture of me and Crisco hanging above the stove. The year was 2012, and I had won first in my low rails class at the county fair. I won a deep blue rosette which I pinned to Crisco's bridle, which pinned a huge smile to my face. "Um...yeah...but after a few incidents I had to give them up for a while..." I uttered, looking down at my cider. I felt his eyes on me, so I looked up at him, and I saw his handsome eyes dart away. I smiled softly and resumed to sipping my cider.
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Post by MaxWinter on Nov 24, 2019 23:21:09 GMT
I closed my case, sighing. I grabbed my knife off the floor where I had set it down. I stood up and walked over to my counter where my leather knife sheath was held, attached to my leather belt. It had been a gift from my older brother. The only one that liked me it seemed. That was before he grew up. Now he only wants me for the 'miracle.' I don’t know why he wants it. He doesn't even know how to play the Bass Clarinet! Let alone has any interest in music! He won’t get it! He won’t! I heard a thunk, I looked up and my knife was wedged in the door where my brother had just left. I sighed, pulling the belt through the belt loops on my jeans. I grabbed the knife out of the door, spun it in my fingers before putting it in the sheath in one swift movement. I turned on my heel and walked back towards my room. Walking into the room, I opened my closet door to get a jacket. My eyes scanned my closet, eventually settling on my normal dark red pull over sweatshirt. The bottom of my jacket barely rested above the waist-line of my pants, causing easy access to my knife if I needed it. I grabbed the black rubber band on my dresser, threw my hair up into a messy high ponytail, grabbed my black helmet and my keys on my black and red checkered lanyard off the kitchen counter, and walked swiftly out the door. I heard the door slam shut behind me, locking on its own. I swung my leg over the left side of my dark red painted bike, that my brother had jokingly called killer and the name stayed, and pedaled off into town. ———————————— I skidded to a stop in front of my favorite store, the music shop. I jumped off my bike and walked into the store, hearing the old bell jingle when the door opened and closed. “Good morning and welco-“ “Oh shut up Alex, it’s just me.” I said smiling. “Oh, it’s you.” He said, rolling his eyes while smiling. Alex is my age, he’s tall, not quite muscular, brown hair with the sides shaved off and swiped to the right side the tips dyed a dark blue, and his eyes a dark brown. He was wearing a grey sweatshirt and blue jeans with black converse. “Your best friend in the universe.” I said laughing a bit. “The only friend that I have in the universe,” He said laughing, “So what do ya need? Clarinet reed Bass Clarinet reeds or maybe a guitar pick or a Guitar?" "Still trying to sell me on the idea of getting a guitar? No way." "Eh it was worth a shot. But what do ya need?" He said smiling while rolling his eyes. "Can't a girl just hang out with her friend at work without needing anything?" I said smiling as innocently as I could. He gave ma a pointed look. "Alright fine, I'm here for a bass clarinet reed." I said, scratching the back of my neck. My knife was back in my off hand spinning around. "Always with that knife eh?" Alex said, walking back behind the counter with a box of bass clarinet reeds. "Say how about you give those to me for free and I'll spare your life?" I said, smiling sheepishly. "You've threatened me enough times now that I know you aren't going to do anything about it." He said laughing. "I won't do anything to you, but maybe to others." I muttered smirking a bit. "Ha sure, now pay up."
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Post by Coasta on Nov 26, 2019 4:38:10 GMT
Three days had passed and Hudson had no idea what happened to him or where he came from before he met me. And all I know is that I might be falling in love. And I shouldn't be. I learned my lesson from last time.....
It was close to Thanksgiving and thankfully this year I would not be alone. Hudson made that very clear when he bought new clothes from the town plaza, started taking long showers, and claimed the guest room as his own. And I secretly couldn't be happier. One crisp afternoon, I waddled in from my car, carrying a heavy turkey. The grey gelding trotted over to me, and I shook my head, struggling to make it to the door. After I got through the door and slammed the turkey on the counter, I saw the grey gelding try to stick his nose through the window. I walked back outside to meet him, and he thrust his face under my arm like he was begging me to pet him. He led me over to his saddle and bridle, and nudged me again. "What do you want...?" I asked, and then realized that for some odd reason he wanted me to tack him up. I did as he wanted, even going into my garage to get an old pair of Crisco's old polo wraps. After his tack was on, I realized that he had an engraving plate on the back of his saddle. It said: Ziezo leads the soul, flute leads the heart." "What does that mean? Are you Ziezo?" I asked, and he lifted up his upper lip in approval. I pet Ziezo on the neck and lengthened the stirrups to my length. After I used the fence to mount him, I felt like all of my past memories of horses had come back to me. I grabbed the reins and clucked for him to walk to the open pasture. After we entered the pasture, I clucked for a trot, but instead, he decided to roll on the bit and piaffe. I was surprised and about to ask him to stop when I realized that after every hoof he put down, the faint sound of a flute sounded somewhere in the distance. I felt him shift the weight on his shoulder as if he was asking me to just ride his movements, and so that's exactly what I did. I noticed that after he broke his piaffe and strode into an extended trot that the flute started playing different octave notes, as if his hooves made a song. I just shook my head and let him do his thing. After a few twenty meter circles of extended trot, a diagonal around our pasture of canter lead changes, a few leg yields and a pirouette, I realized that every hoofbeat he made created a song from some mysterious flute. And, oddly enough, it only happened when he was performing dressage.
Ziezo leads the soul, flute leads the heart...
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Post by MaxWinter on Nov 26, 2019 5:09:05 GMT
I was riding home with the bass clarinet reeds in my hand. Riding with only one hand on the handles. When I heard the distant sounds of a flute playing. "Damien this better not be one of your tricks." I growled, pedaling faster back to my house. When I got there though, nothing seemed out of place. "What was I thinking! Ha! I don't even own a flute!" I yelled, hysterically laughing. "You're as crazy as ever I see." A voice rang through my house. I know that voice...that's "Anthony." I growled, scanning my house. I threw my reeds on the couch, grabbing the handle of my knife. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Anthony hissed. I felt a knife at my throat and a hand on my bicep. "Anthony, let go of me." I snarled at him elbowing him in the ribs with the arm that he didn't have a hold on. "Only because you're Damien's sister." He muttered before releasing me. Anthony was tallish a few inches smaller than my brother, lanky, brown hair with the sides and back of his head shaved off, the only hair he left long were the brown strands that he styled straight up to the sky, while his eyes are a light blue. He was dressed in a black hoodie with black jeans ripped at the knees and black converse to go with it. This time before he got the upper hand again I grabbed my knife and yanked it out of the place on my belt. I aimed at him and hesitated. "What are you waiting for? Fearing upsetting Damien?" He said, drawling out my brother's name. "The only reason you're here is to get my bass clarinet. I know you don't beat around the bush and tell me you want me for your 'team.'" I hissed, "Now get out and tell Damien you were unsuccessful." "You know I don't leave without getting what I want." Anthony said, twirling his own knife in his fingers by my back door. "I said Get. Out." I yelled, punctuating my words by throwing one knife after the other at his face and neck. Missing by a few milometers. "You know you won't hurt me." He whispered to me while passing to get to my front door, "You don't want to upset your brother after all." The knife hit the door right when it shut.
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Post by Coasta on Nov 26, 2019 17:53:21 GMT
It was a weird morning. First, Hudson went to the store to get materials to build Ziezo a shelter in the pasture, so that gave me some time to practice my flute. After I warmed up, I started to play one of my favorite songs from middle school. As my fingers moved up and down the flute, I noticed it start to feel warm in a way. I shook it off and kept playing, but as I played faster and louder, I saw blue and pink come out of my flute. I slammed it down on the couch and investigated it, but it looked normal as always. "What the hell?" I said, confused as hell. I decided to try again, and I realized that the blue and pink were almost hologram notes that floated out of my flute and popped in the air. Just as I figured out what the notes were, I could see Ziezo from outside staring into the window, rearing and bucking. I knew something weird was going on. I got up and went outside, flute still in hand. Before I could do anything, Ziezo pushed me onto his tall back from my porch steps with his big head. Without me giving him direction, he started trotting to the open pasture, and skidded to a halt. He turned his head around and flicked his upper lip towards my flute, and motioned for me to play something. I had a weird trusting feeling in this horse, and something told me that he was right. I put the flute to my lips and started to play, and thats when my life changed forever. ------ As soon as the first note popped out of my flute, Ziezo curled his neck and his eyes were glossy. He started to passage, and large snorts came out of his nose. To top it all off, my vision wasn't surrounded by my pasture anymore. We were riding on a large black brick pathway, somewhere in a galaxy, and the blue and pink hologram notes surrounded us. The more he passaged forward, the closer we came to a big portal that was bright pink. I stopped playing to pull on his mane, and as soon as my breath stopped coming out of my flute, we came back to my pasture and everything was normal again. Ziezo looked up at me like everything was normal, and I was panting in shock. I had no idea what was going on, but somebody did. Hudson slammed the car door and ran over to us, and he snatched my flute from my hands. "You and him....you and Ziezo are the flute pair..." he whispered, looking at me in shock. Ziezo nodded in approval, but me on the other hand, had no idea what he was talking about. example of what a passage looks like:
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Post by MaxWinter on Nov 26, 2019 20:40:31 GMT
I sat up in bed. The knife from yesterday still in the front door. I never bothered to take it out. That was the only coherent thought that ran through my head before a splitting headache took over me. I felt my hand curl into a fist, before I slammed my hand down on the bed. I saw white, I thought I was dying, when I heard flute music. It was faint, but there. I tried to open my eyes before the headache lessened and my vision changed. My vision cleared from the white and all I saw was space save for the bright pink portal at the end of the black brick road I was standing on. The flute music was getting louder the longer I stayed in that one spot. I gasped for breath, not realizing that I needed it. I turned around right as a horse rode by me. It had a rider on its back, I doubt she even saw me, she was too focused on the portal. I tried to catch a glimpse of the rider but the headache overtook me again and the white returned. I was gasping for air by the time I could see normally again. There was sweat dripping down my face, my hands were balled in the sheets, and my chest was heaving for the air I desperately needed at the moment. "So much for a wake-up call." I muttered. ------------------------------- The bell chimed for my favorite shop as I opened and closed the door. "Alex!" I yelled cutting him off from his usual bored greeting. "What! Oh my God you look like garbage." He said eyeing me up and down. "Is there anyone you know that owns a flute?"
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Post by Coasta on Nov 27, 2019 2:42:55 GMT
The sunset is beautiful tonight. The snow was freshly laid on the ground through the day, which made for some funny moments of Ziezo prancing around in the cold and jumping through the snow. I decided every night to take him for a nightly walk, because I enjoyed watching how beautiful of a horse he truly is. I might have just met and basically adopted him, but he has taken over my heart and has given me a sense of safeness and almost excitement. "Wanna join me for Ziezo's walk?" I asked Hudson, and he eagerly said yes. I threw on my heavy snow coat, as did Hudson, and we met Ziezo outside, who was pawing the ground, trying to find grass. I clucked my tongue and he trotted over to me, and shoved his face under my arm. "Buddy, you have fur, I don't!" I exclaimed, making Hudson laugh. I grabbed Ziezo's halter from one of the hooks that hangs on one of the poles of his shelter, and placed it on him. Quickly I fastened the straps on his blanket and we started our walk.
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"So, um, do you remember anything from before when you woke up in my house?" I asked, jumping straight to the point. He took a second to think. "Not really. I don't even really remember my family. I just remember dark, and cold. It's like everything I knew was wiped from my memory..." he said, looking like he was thinking really hard. I sighed in resent, and felt our hands brush, and his gripped mine before I could move mine. A little shock went through me, and I felt warm inside. "What about you?" he asked, taking me by surprise. "Well, I grew up in that house. My mom and dad had an...incident, and my grandparents had one too, and I was left alone there since I was 15. I had my horse, though. And then of course, the time came for him." I said, my heart stinging at the thought of Crisco. He squeezed my hand and we smiled at each other, the sunset making his face a pinkish yellow. As if on que, Ziezo whinnied to something in the distance and took off at a gallop. "ZIEZO STOP!" I yelled, yanking on the lead rope, but he wouldn't stop. He dragged me through the snow until he skidded to a stop, right in front of the street. In fact, right in front of a girl. She was carrying a hot chocolate and fell to the ground when Ziezo ran up to her and startled her. "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry." I exclaimed, helping her up. "It's ok-" she started, and then stared at Ziezo with a face of horror and excitement. "It's you! The flute girl with the horse!" she said, the red points of her hair bouncing up and down. "What?" I questioned, but she just ran down the lane to my house, and of course, Ziezo had to follow, taking me snow skiing again.
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Post by MaxWinter on Nov 27, 2019 3:01:29 GMT
I wasn’t even thinking before I ran. I ran straight to her house. My knife bouncing in it’s sheath against my leg as I ran. I could hear the horses hooves crunching in the snow behind me. I smiled, and started laughing. I reached her house, gasping for breath. “Wow,” I whispered as a looked over her entire house. “This is your house right?” I said turning to her. She was covered in snow, and a boy stopped right next to her. “Oh, um, sorry about that.” I said sheepishly, my left hand was on the back of my neck and my knife was twirling around in my right. Her eyes followed the twirling knife in my hand. I looked at her shocked expression and where her eyes were pointed before I realized that a stranger standing in front of her house, who just got her covered in snow, claims to know her, and is twirling a knife like a complete psychopath (although I sort of am one) does not make a image for me in her eyes. Also, judging what I’m about to explain to her probably will make her think that I’m a completely crazy person standing in her driveway. ”Sorry again.” I said, twirling my knife one last time before sheathing it in the place on my belt. “Uh, it’s okay” She said, standing up. I looked over to the boy who had helped her up. “Is this your boyfriend?” I said, smirking. They immediately jumped away from each other, their faces flushed bright red, muttering choruses of no, you’ve got it wrong, no way, etc. “Alright I see. Sorry for assuming. If you don’t mind I’m just going to go in your house and explain everything I know, also I’m cold since I dropped Alex’s mug and the hot chocolate he made for me on the sidewalk. So are you coming to listen or not?” The smirk still plastered on my face as I reached for the doorknob. ————————— “Tess. That’s what you said right?” I said, the knife twisting in my hand. “Yeah, that’s what I said. Yours is...Angel?” She said, a little uncertain that that is actually my name. “Yeah. Ironic right?” I laughed. Since we had gotten in the house, I’d thrown a total of three knives at the boy, who’s name I learned was Hudson, to get him to shut up. She looked a little wary of me. “You don’t need to be scared of me.” I said pointing the knife straight at her and laughing. “Why are you even in my house.” She muttered. ”Because I need to tell you something.” I started, “I saw what happened this morning, more specifically I was there, on that black road. I saw it after I heard some flute music and a splitting headache that I had after I woke up. I saw you playing the flute in your horse. I had to know who you were. So I asked my friend that works at the music shop if anyone he knew owned a flute. He described what you looked like and pointed me in the direction you always went after you asked for the polish for your flute. I thought it had to be you. Then your horse sprang out at me from no where. Also, just adding in there, if I didn’t have hot chocolate in my hands, your horse would be in the vet center for many wounds. But we don’t need to dwell on that. Let’s focus back on why I saw you on a horse, riding on a black brick road to a bright pink portal, with holographic notes floating out of your flute eh?”
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Post by Coasta on Nov 27, 2019 4:17:51 GMT
"I was hoping you could tell me, I have no idea what's even going on in my life right now." I explained, showing her the couch and sitting next to Hudson. She sat across from us, knife still in hand. When she didn't respond, I decided to make small talk. "You know, my dad died in a knife fight. Well, not really a fight....I always considered my parents to be kind of like Romeo and Juliet. They met when they were teens, got married five years after, had me two years after, and then my dad got mixed up with the wrong people and they stabbed him three times in the heart...my mom died of a broken heart. I was six. I lived with my grandparents after that but...things happened to them as well." I told them both, looking down at my cold feet, wet from the snow. "Wow, I um...i'm sorry." she said, and gently put the knife in her pocket. "Wait, did your grandparents pass away as well?" she asked, and I nodded. "It really is you." she exclaimed, a huge smile creeping across her face. "What do you mean? I-" I started and she shook her head. "You are one of the three. I am one as well. Legend has it that there are three gifted musicians. Three special gifted musicians. One with spunk, one with a powerful sidekick, and one with experience. The three musicians play the clarinet, the flute, and the trumpet. Legend also says that when played in Christmas time, or the right time around Christmas, the three musicians are at their peak. You are the flutist my grandfather was always telling me about. Growing up I was told stories of the three musicians, and how my grandfather knew I was one. Especially when I picked up my first clarinet. And lets be real here, we live in Wyoming, and there is no way I could hear your flute from all the way across the plains. Especially not when I saw you and your horse in the Nebula. Now, I have no idea what the Nebula really is, what the portal is, or what we are gifted with, but there, now you know you're special." she explained, taking me aback. "Did you say trumpet?" Hudson asked, his eyes bright. Angel nodded. "I remember now, I used to play trumpet! I've played all my life!" he exclaimed, and Angel's jaw dropped. "We found our trumpet." she said, and I shook my head and smiled.
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Post by MaxWinter on Nov 27, 2019 5:02:40 GMT
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The two people in front of me were the two people I’ve been looking for all my life. “God I can’t believe this!” I exclaimed. I smiled at the people in front of me. “Sorry about the knife thing before, I had no idea about your parents, but it’s kind of a habit now to twirl it. I promise that I won’t throw it at you or point it in your direction. Although I can’t promise that you won’t see it again.” I said, sheepishly smiling at them again. “Uh, yeah it’s fine actually.” Tess said, smiling a little. I felt my hand moving and I looked over too it, finding my knife twirling around again. “I don’t even realize I’m doing it.” I muttered, I heard a little laugh from the couch across from me. I looked back over to them and saw that Tess was covering her mouth from her laughter. I shook my head a bit still smiling. I looked back up at them and my smile dropped as my phone rang. I pulled it out from my other pocket with the hand that wasn’t currently occupied and looked at the caller ID. Damien. I sighed and picked up the phone, “What.” I hissed into my phone. I felt my hand stop moving as soon as the word left my mouth. I was gripping the knife so tight that I was sure my knuckles were white. “You aren’t at home.” His deep, eerily calm sounding voice transmitted over the phone. “So what? I’m allowed to go to the music shop and see Alex.” I snarled back. “At ten?” He said, causing my eyes to snap to the clock above Tess’s fireplace. “I lost track of time, so what? I do that all the time. And what are you doing at my—“ I was cut off by a voice in the background. “Damien, ask her where she’s hidden it! This would go a lot faster if we know where it is instead of turning the house upside down and putting it right back up again!” That voice belonged to none other than Anthony. “Get out of my house.” I hissed at him again. His voice sounded a little further away this time, “Anthony I was getting to that! Now she knows we’re at her house! Shut up and keep looking!” Then his voice went back to the way it was, “Where did you hide your instrument.” He growled into the phone. “I SAID GET OUT!” I screamed into the phone. Then I hung up, my eyes went to the two people in front of me. “My brother is driving himself crazy looking for the instrument that I own so that he can be special. He’s been harping on me about it for months. His best friend in the entire world is helping him out with it too. His name is Anthony. Damien, my brother, is a very good social manipulator. Anthony rather would just put a knife to your throat and force answers out of you. If they talk to you, don’t give in got it?” I said all in one breath, they nodded their heads a tiny bit, looking at me in shock, “Now can you give me a ride back to my house on your horse, preferably as fast as possible?”
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Post by Coasta on Nov 27, 2019 5:19:58 GMT
"Yes, of course." I quickly said, jumping up from the couch, throwing on my snow jacket, and running out to Ziezo. He was standing under his shelter, his eyes droopy. "Hey buddy, please wake up." I cooed, stroking his face quickly, and then running to his small tack shed Hudson bought and tacking him up as quickly as possible. After he was tacked up I hopped in the saddle, and Angel sat on his croup behind me. She grabbed my waist, and I steered Ziezo towards her house, his hooves steady as I pushed him into a gallop. It seemed like forever, but we finally made it to her house. "Thank you for the ride, see you soon!!!" she yelled as she ran into her house. I waited a few minutes, and then decided to just ride home.
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The cold pierced my face as Ziezo trotted down the road. He didn't seem tired or cold at all, but I was freezing. My fingers were frozen around the reins and my feet seemed numb in the stirrups. "Z-z-z-ziezo, i'm s-s-s-o col-l-ld..." I shivered, my eyes blinking slowly. And thats when I felt all of his hooves plant on the ground and two bright lights come closer and closer and closer....
*BAM*
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"Tess, Tess can you hear me?" "TESS!!!" My eyes opened slowly and I saw Hudson, tears streaming from his eyes. "Huds-s-s-son?" I asked, my voice wavering. "TESS!" he exclaimed, burying his face into mine. I hugged him and he lifted my upper body up, so that we were sitting down and hugging. As my vision became better, I saw we were sitting on the side of the road. Ziezo was laying in the snow, asleep. "What happened?" I asked, and I wiped his tears away with my hand. "You were riding home and Angel's crazy brother's friend hit you and Ziezo with his car. Luckily nobody was seriously hurt but Ziezo fell on top of you and almost crushed you. Angel saw and called me right after it happened, and I helped Ziezo lay down and rest and got you and made sure you were ok. I can't tell for certain, but I heard a male scream from Angel's house. But anyways, I am so relieved you are ok." he explained, starting to sob again. Even though my body hurt and my head had a throbbing headache, I kissed him softly on the lips, and buried my head into his shoulder. The rest of the night was a blur. Somehow he got a trailer and loaded Ziezo into it, and then he carried me into the truck and I fell asleep.
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Post by MaxWinter on Nov 27, 2019 21:23:51 GMT
"Get out." I said, my voice eerily calm. "What are you going to do about it?" Anthony said, chuckling a bit. They nodded at each other, and Anthony ran out toward the car. I watched after him, "Where is he going?" I said suspiciously. "Does that matter?" Damien said, turning back to me. "Actually it matters if my friends are in danger." I said, the knife twirling in my hand. Somehow another knife found my offhand, so now I was twirling two. He smirked and looked toward the window wall. My eyes snapped over to it just in time to see the car Anthony had just left in hit Tess and her horse full force. My eyes widened, but I didn't say anything. "Now are you going to--" I stopped listening to whatever he said as I watched the car turn around and come back. I grabbed my phone and put it to my ear, "Hey--" I didn't let him finish. "Get over here right now. Tess was hit by my brother's friend Anthony. I think she's been knocked unconscious. I would go down there but I have something to take care of first." I smiled and looked at Damien out of the corner of my eye as I hung up, "Now you've finally given me a good reason to actually injure you." Everything after that was a blur. I think Anthony had come back at one point. I felt my knife hit something, and a faint scream from one of them. I yanked my knife back from where I had hit something. I smiled a bit as I sat on the floor, "Revenge is a dish best served cold." I watched as Damien's eyes widened as I recited what our father had said before he went after the people who killed our mother. I looked at Damien and saw a gash in his right arm. I watched as Anthony helped him get out. They both were pretty scratched up everywhere. The only serious injury on either one of them is Damien's arm. I watched as the door shut, and I stood up to look out the window, and I watched them drive away. "Good." I growled. Everything started to really sink in, Tess was hit, and probably in a coma. I smiled a bit at finally getting back at my brother, the adrenaline going away. I cracked my neck, "That felt good." I lazily smiled as I went to the sink to grab a towel. I started cleaning my knife as I put my phone in between my shoulder and ear as I called Hudson. "Are you guys okay?" I asked rushed as soon as the phone line went through. "Yeah we're fine. I heard a scream--?" "Nothing to worry about, it wasn't me. I'm really sorry about what happened. They're really crazy, they don't care about anyone but themselves." I muttered. "Tess is okay, she just woke up actually, Zi- I mean her horse is okay too, just a little scratched up on his legs." I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding after Hudson declared everyone was okay. I smiled, a real genuine smile, and replied, "I'm really glad you all are okay. Now, I think it's best to get some sleep. I'm really sorry about all of this. I just hope that Damien and Anthony don't figure out that you guys are the ones with the other instruments." "They might. So as of right now, we're safe right?" Hudson asked, a little worried. "You guys are safe." I said, "The only one in danger is me." "I sure hope so." Hudson said before cutting the line. I sighed and slumped forward so that I was gripping the counter, my knife was clean and laid across the counter. I put my head in my hands as I thought about all that happened. I'll probably have to check that Tess was okay in the morning. I stood up and turned out the lights as I walked back to my room. I swapped my clothes for pajamas, threw myself on the bed, and was out the moment my head touched the pillows. ---------------------------------- I woke up to my phone vibrating. I groaned and looked at the clock next to my bed, 12:50 is what it said. I sighed before grabbing the phone and answering. "What." I muttered. "That isn't a very nice way to greet your friend." I could practically hear the smile. I pulled my phone back and looked at the ID. Alex. "I just woke up, also thanks to you. Why are you calling me right now?" I said, obviously annoyed. "Word just spread that you injured your brother." He said, sounding a little worried. I groaned and sat up. "Thanks for that." I said rolling my eyes. "Yeah, probably came from the man himself." Alex said sighing. "But did he tell you that his friend hit my friend on her horse?" I said getting more annoyed by the second. "What--?" "Yeah, I thought so, I have to go, bye Alex." I hung up before he could say another word.
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Post by Coasta on Dec 2, 2019 4:39:44 GMT
It's finally December 1'st. Hudson had decorated my house for me, since I was forbidden to move from my bed until December 8'th. I thought the doctor was being insane, but he said my spine was nearly crushed, and I have to take it easy for at least a week. In bed, I watched a bunch of Christmas movies, and occasionally Ziezo would walk by my window. He would sometimes look guilty, and I knew it wasn't his fault, but he just looked so guilty. I wanted so badly to hug him and tell him it wasn't his fault, but of course, I wasn't allowed to get up.
sorry its short school starts again tomorrow :/
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Post by MaxWinter on Dec 2, 2019 4:54:20 GMT
I sighed and held my head in my hands, occasionally frustratingly running my hands through my hair. "This is my fault." I muttered. 'If I hadn't met them...If I'd been more careful...If I'd ridden back by myself...' These were the thoughts that flew through my head as I cleaned up my house. Nothing better to do than clean. I'd been postponing cleaning after everything that had happened. Anthony sent me a death message that morning that I called Alex. I hadn't heard from Damien, but Anthony's message told me that he was okay. Or as okay as he could be at the moment. I, naturally, sent him a similar message back saying that he'll regret hurting Tess. Speaking of Tess, she's stuck in bed because her spine was basically crushed. Saying I felt awful is an understatement. There were so many emotions running through my head, anger, regret, vengeful, guilt... I closed my eyes as I had started to sway from my lack of sleep. When you have so many things tearing away at your mind, it's really hard to get some decent sleep okay. I sat down at my couch with my broom in my hand. I sighed as my phone pinged. I got up and grabbed it off the counter. I read who the message was from. Alex is what it said. I opened my phone to see the message. Help
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Post by Coasta on Dec 7, 2019 14:55:11 GMT
(Ziezo POV)
It was snowing. I was a young colt, roughly around 5 months old. I was the only white foal, and I was playing around with my herd of other foal friends. Thats when the hand took me. I never saw mama again, and all I remember was being strapped to a machine and being forced to run for hours until I was grown. That's when they put weird machines on my head and they would scare me every day, and keep me locked up in a cold stall by myself, no other horses around. I often heard the word flute and magic, but i never knew why. Until the day I escaped.
I bucked and reared the next time they tried to put the machines on me, and I ran. I galloped as far away as I could, probably traveling around three states. When I reached a big, snowy plain, I wasn't looking where i was going and accidentally ran into a man, and knocked him unconscious. Then a vision wrapped around my head. A girl with long dirty blonde hair playing her flute, riding me into a huge, magic portal, but my vision was interrupted by no other than the girl herself.
A few days past and I felt the urge for her to ride me. She came out around 3 times a day to give me stale hay, but I loved every bite of it, for I was being fed wet grain every day of my life at the weird place. When I escaped, the mean men were trying to ride me and put the weird machines on my head, so I had a tack set on. But this time, we didn't have time for that. She was playing her flute, and the magic notes pulled me to her. I tried to stop, but a force was pulling me. My eyes locked on her and she came out to check on me, but out of reflex I pushed her onto my back and cantered to the pasture. I nuzzled her flute, motioning for her to play. And when she did, that's when the vision became a reality.
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Post by Coasta on Jan 9, 2020 3:18:08 GMT
since max didnt respond and Christmas is over this RP is now locked.
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