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Post by Shiecka on Nov 14, 2017 1:27:42 GMT
Welcome to Chevalio 2.0. People who go to heritage oak will remember this from last year (that doesn't mean others can't join). We where all humans, and we owned ranches. (Horse ranches) except, we are not all sisters, just good friends. HEE are the rules and requirements:
- Anyone can join.
- Everyone starts off with one horses, (no more than 4)
- You can get more, just please message a Mod or the Admin telling them that you would like another horse. (we will be keeping notes on these)
-If you do add more horses, please add them to your profile so we can keep track of everything. Thanks!
- Please (on a word document or something to that degree) list a vivid idea of your ranch, disciplines (Western, English, Or a single discipline etc.), horses name and small description with a picture, and any other details you would like to add. For you, put your name (full name), Gender, age, small bio and description about yourself, etc.
- Please wait till a Mod or the Admin says "you may begin" to start Role Playing, that way everyone has a chance to join.
any addition questions, please contact us.
~V & Me
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Post by Shiecka on Nov 14, 2017 1:28:27 GMT
* Edited* I will leave the document file on here in case any of this is erased, but I have realized it isn't very mobile friendly and can be hard to read when pictures are overlapping one another, so I will post it down below, WITH the new horses added* Bio Created. (You will have to open the Doc up) Any other info needed, Message me. Please read all the way through.
Things I forgot to include: I have two dogs, (Copper & Riley) House consisting of Master Bedroom, 2 guest room, 2 baths, a kitchen, 2 Living rooms, and there is a large patio for entertaining. Shiecka Estates
• My Bio
Name: Lilianne Stallings
Age: 25
Discipline: English Eventing (Dressage, Show Jumping, and Cross country)
Small Bio: Owner of Shiecka Estates. Grew up in California, had one horse had two horses when younger (She still has today at Shiecka Estates), originally rode western, then converted to English. When she started out, she was first a Hunter Jumper, now she Show Jumps. Was in pony club till the age of 21, achieving the rank of B1. She is 5 foot 5 inches, dark brown hair, and dark brown eye with fair skin. Dearly loves her five horses. She trains horses and their riders for her money. Has four dozen stalls (Half of which are vacant) for people who board their horses, and has a small 10 horse barn for her own steeds. – Has ranch hand to help XD
• Facility Bio
Name: Shiecka Estates
Size: 10 acres (Hosts small events)
My Horses: 3
Total Stall Count: 58 (More than half are currently empty)
Details: She has 2 barns. One has four dozen stalls (Half of which are vacant) for people who board their horses, and the other has a small 10 stalls her own steeds. There are two pastures and acre each. There are 4 round pens, and 2 small turnouts. Two large warm-up arenas, near the barns. Has two dressage courts, two show jumping arenas, and a large cross-country course with a total of acres and 26 jumps (Non-are standards, all either Logs, racks place in water, bank jumps, hedges, ditches two feet deep on foot wide, and multiple long straight away sections to gallop on which are all on turf (Grass).
Name: VelvetShow name: Bell of the BallBreed: Welsh PonyGender: MareHeight: 13.2 hhDiscipline: EventerBio: Can jump up to 3'3", Very sassy and loves to buck, rear, bolt, etc. Is very food motivated.
Name: JackShow name: Jack for an AceBreed: Dutch WarmbloodGender: GeldingHeight: 16.1 hhDiscipline: EventerBio: Very chill, nice an bomb proof horse. Never spooks, except he isn't a huge fan of water.
Name: Twix Show name: Twix Breed: Thoroughbred Gender: Mare Height: 15.3 hh Discipline: Eventer Bio: Extremely sweet and a well rounded horse, but she may have her moments! Name: Nitro Show Name: - Breed: Standard bred Gender: Stallion Height: 18.1 Discipline: Dressage (previously used as a cart horse) Bio: Very high strung, but not spooky. Dangerous if not cared for properly. Name: Titan Show Name: Attack on Titan (lol, I will explain in future posts) Breed: Holsteiner Gender: Gelding Height: 17.2 Discipline: Eventing Bio: Handsome stallion with a lot of training under his belt. Well tempered and rarely spooks. ~Sorry for the huge photos, lol ~
Attachments:Shiecka Estates.docx (613.73 KB)
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Post by Coasta on Nov 14, 2017 1:51:13 GMT
Please read everything and look at all the pictures, it will make much more sense in the RP. Thanks. Also, I couldn't find a way to put a word document on here, so I am using this.Coasta Chevalio 2.0 RP Bio Sheet Ranch Bio• Name: Coastal Dunes Farm • Discipline: English. Focused on jumping and cross country. • Vivid Idea: 4 acres of land on a huge cliff that overlooks a beach. About 2 acres of that land are dedicated to a huge field filled with cross country jumps that include large logs, hedges, many little ditches, two large water banks, and many other jumps. Coastal Dunes Farm also includes a huge showjumping arena, which is filled with many large standards and jumps. The showjumping arena is on the very edge of the cliff that overlooks the beautiful ocean, and stretches almost 2 miles to were all the stalls are located. Coastal Dunes Farm has a designated ‘Jumping Box’, were all the extra poles and standards are located, along with a first aid kit and an extra cell phone for emergencies. Coastal Dunes Farm has many box stalls, all patched in different areas. They all have overhangs for shelter, and all the stalls come with hay nets and water buckets. Coastal Dunes Farm has almost 50 stalls, because many Pony Clubs and different riders from all around California pay to board their horses there for weeks, weekends and days so they can have the chance to jump a cross country course, or take showjumping lessons from the owner of Coastal Dunes Farm, or different trainers they hire to come out to Coastal Dunes Farm to teach them. Every other Saturday, there is a jumping show, and so many riders keep their horses there while they get ready to show. Every boarder must pay a fee, which keeps the ranch running, apart from people from around the area that trailer their horses to Coastal Dunes Farm to pop over a few cross-country jumps. When a horse and rider board at Coastal Dunes Farm overnight, the riders sleep in tents that they pitch out in a grassy area near the stalls. Coastal Dunes Farm is in Malibu, and every three days and for free riding, the riders from Malibu Pony Club jump and practice dressage at Coastal Dunes Farm, for it is their local riding ranch. Coastal Dunes Farm also has a large turnout for their dressage practices. • Horses That Live on The Ranch: only one-horse lives on Coastal Dunes Farm. She is a grey (basically white to those who are wondering) warmblood/thoroughbred cross mare, owned by the owner of Coastal Dunes Farm. She is an excellent jumper, and is used to demonstrate cross country, and just for the owner’s pleasure of jumping. Her name is Zieza. Person Bio• Owner of Coastal Dunes Farm- Aly Coasta. She is a lady that comes from SoCal, who rode horses when she was younger. It has always been her dream to be an author, so she aspired that dream. With her money from her book, she opened Coastal Dunes Farm, and makes lots of money from the fees of boarders, showers, and locals who jump around her ranch. She owns a lovely grey mare named Zieza. Whenever Pony Clubs (from Malibu and other areas), showers and different riders come to Coastal Dunes Farm, she never hesitates to help them with their horse troubles, whether it comes to a spooking horse or a horse acting up, she is there to school that horse right. That is what drives Pony Clubs, showers and riders from around California to come back, because she is very nice and loves to help if they need it. • Aly is Female, and has caramel colored hair, side bangs, and fair skin • Aly is 31 • Other Animals That Live on The Ranch- Aly owns a chocolate lab named Nero. He loves watching new riders and returning Malibu Pony Clubbers come to the ranch, for he loves seeing different horses and different people. Aly also owns a silver and black leopard spotted Savannah tom cat (boy cat) named Khalifa, and two parakeets, one green and black named Calypso, and one blue and black named Snoopy. Aly has a house on the estate of Coastal Dunes Farm, and that is where her and her pets live. The house is a light gray wooded ranch house, with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room and a kitchen. Cross Country Picture: Showjumping Picture:Showing Picture:
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Post by MaxWinter on Nov 14, 2017 2:11:49 GMT
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Post by Shiecka on Nov 17, 2017 0:14:18 GMT
No one else seems to join, so the RP will start now.
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Post by Shiecka on Nov 24, 2017 0:39:29 GMT
I giggled as a watched Velvet reach out her neck and attempt to grab a bite off of Jack's hay, which was sitting near the wall of the crosstie, waiting to be eaten. Jack pocked his head out of his stall, looking at Velvet. He reached his front hoof out and kicked the wooden door. Twix, who was sleeping, jolted up and looked at jack, who was on her right side. I decided to let Velvet have a bite before she broke the crosstie. After giving her a bite, I put her away in her stall. I put all of my horse's food in their feeders before checking outside for my dogs. "Cooper, Riley!!" I yelled. They came thundering into the barn, and giving each of the horses a kind lick on the nose, of course, Velvet being Velvet, tried to bite. I smiled, everything was okay. I looked up through the sky light on the roof of the barn. "Rain." I sighed. Oh well.
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Post by Coasta on Nov 24, 2017 17:37:22 GMT
"Alright, Nero, calm down.." I told my chocolate lab, Nero, as I opened my front door to my house. He busted out of the door, running off into the cross country course to chase some rabbits. I rolled my eyes and closed my front door, and stood on my front porch. I put my hands into my pockets and leaned on my white wood fence rail, watching as a high school volunteer from down the street raked the showjumping arena with my big lawn-mower looking rake. I also watched as other high school volunteers set up jumps, and some of the other volunteers set up a dressage court in my large turnout. Today was that Saturday, showing day at Coastal Dunes Farm. In just one hour, trailers would start rolling in, and the estate would be a madhouse. Luckily, for 8 hours of community service, 15 volunteers from a local Malibu high school came to Coastal Dunes Farm to announce rider's and horse's names in the announcers booth, help trailers get in and make sure they pay their $3 parking fee, help with knocked down rails, help scoop up poop from the arena between every ride, and permit horse's onto the cross country course. I watched as the sun started to peek over the trees, and then an angry whinny sounded from the single stall behind my wooden grey ranch house. "Ok, Zieza, calm down!" I called out to my mare, and stalked to my backyard to feed my angry mare.
*two hours later* I leaned on the rail of my showjumping arena as I watched a rider and her mahogany bay ISH mare fly over 2'5 oxers. The mare had a curly mane, forelock and tail, and whenever she jumped, it flew up. I knew they would place well in the 2 foot jumpers class, for they have the right speed and spacing. They also have clean tack, and the mare's rider has the right riding clothes on. "That's it for Tammy Adrianne on Lola, now for Lainey Goodfallow on Dasher." the announcer called from my announcers booth. The pretty mare strode out of the arena, a huge glowing smile painted across her rider's face. As soon as they were out of the arena, a palomino welsh pony gelding and his riders started their course. The little pony dashed around the ring, and whenever he jumped, his little tail would slightly flap up. "We would like to inform you that this is the last rider and class of the day, due to a weather infraction. Thank you." the announcer called. A few people booed, and many other started gathering their tack to retrieve back to their trailers. The volunteers on the cross country course were excusing riders off of it, and riders in the turnount/dressage ring/jump warm up arena were leaving. I looked up and saw the rainclouds, and sure enough, this Saturday's show was cancelled.
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Post by lilydragonose on Nov 27, 2017 20:56:29 GMT
THESE are so cute (now i miss the "old days")
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Post by Shiecka on Nov 28, 2017 0:48:24 GMT
It was nice to have a cool day, but it did ruin some of my plans to school Twix. I decided that being on Velvet during a little rain was dangerous after our last attempt. I looked at Jack who was not in his stall and I smiled. Jack loved the rain. "Jack, want to run the Cross Country course real quick buddy?" We flicked his ears over to listen to what i said, even though he couldn't understand. I smiled and grabbed my tack and put it on the saddle rack next to the cross tie. "Jack, come on buddy, come here!" I coaxed. He came into the indoor section of his stall and nuzzled me. "Hey bubs," I walked inside, slipped his halter on and lead him to the cross tie. After a quick tack up of ten minutes, I was sitting on top of his tall back. "Coop, Riley, lets go for a run!"
Once we walked a little bit on the dirt paths around the property, we were in the warm up arena preparing for a run. "Boys!" I shouted to my dogs. "Sit!" They sat at in the middle of the arena patiently. After a warm up we all walked to the Cross country box. I lead Jack inside and looked at Cooper who was next to the stand where the managers would sit if we were holding events. "Cooper," I said. He made eye contact with me. "Ready," he looked at the read button that lay on the stand, "set," He whined anxiously, "Go!!" I bobbed the button with his nose, and with a beep, the gait in the box lifted up. Jack, who was trotting in place, now was at full speed, preparing for the first jump. I whipped my head around and saw my dogs fallowing, their tongues lolling out of their mouths.
The first jump was a small two foot hedge about a foot wide. Jack cleared it with ease. I heard my dogs jump over it too, their feet brushing the top. The next one which I could make out in the fog was a three foot trakehner. We jumped over the top, Jack's hooves nowhere close to touching it. I looked back and smiled as the dogs dodged around the fence. Next one up, a corner with a ditch below it in the shape of a triangle. We sliced it a bit sloppily, but overall it was fine. My dogs knew that there was a ditch there, and veered around it still chasing me. Jack, not sowing down his pace one bit, galloped up to the wide log oxer. I smiled as we flew four feet in the air. Our cross country course continued on for a while longer will all of us, Jack, Cooper, Riley, and I where panting. I let jack to a stretching trot back to the stable, while the tired, but happy dogs, jogged after.
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Post by MaxWinter on Nov 28, 2017 1:08:53 GMT
I woke up at around 12:00. "Dang it again?" I said to myself. "Good thing I have self-feeding and self-watering stalls." I murmured to myself. I got up and got dressed in my riding clothes. My two dogs sat patiently at the back door waiting for me to get up. I smiled at them and was about to go outside when I noticed it was raining. "Oh no! Welp no outside today!" I said looking down at my dogs. They whimpered up at me, they wanted to go out so bad. The only reason I can't let them out is because I know if I do that, they'll come in looking like wet mops. Then they track mud all over the house. "No boys, not today." They knew I was going out to the barn-even if it's raining-to go see my lovely horses. I tried to open the door so they wouldn't come out, but they did anyway. I sighed, then laughed. There was no way they couldn't get around me.
I was in the barn in no time. The dogs were playing happily in the rain together. I sighed as I watched the dogs from the barn window. "Hey," Aly said as she entered my barn. I jumped at the sudden entrance. "Hey," I said back, "Show's canceled?" "Yep, why else would I be here?" She said. "I just came to check on my horses. Making sure their ok." I said trying to start a conversation. She sighed looked at me and gave me a weak smile. "What's wrong?" I asked her. "Oh its just that...I don't like it when it's raining." She said. "I don't like it either, Want some coffee?"
An hour later Aly had to go back to her barn to see if her horses were ok. We waved goodbye and she left out the side gate. The rain stopped. I thought to myself. I smiled at my horse. "Ok, you ready?" I asked my dappled-grey stallion. He whinnied his loudest whinny. I opened the gate and hopped up on her back. "Free riding today, no tack." I said and he whinnied happily as we rode off to the orange, sun-soaked arena.
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Post by Coasta on Nov 28, 2017 21:51:01 GMT
I snuggled into my cushions as I held my Divergent book in my hand. I was laying on my couch by my window which overlooks the whole estate. I had a small dark oak coffee table with a steamy cup of cider sitting on it. Khalifa snuggled in next to me, intently sniffing my book with his dot sized black nose. "I know, Divergent is great, huh?" I told my handsome cat, and rubbed his head. Nero was eating his food by my sliding glass door, which happened to be my backdoors. As soon as I started reading, my phone rang. I picked it up, and it was an alert from an app telling me that there is a horse auction nearby. "Well, I can't show today, so I mineaswell go check it out." I told Khalifa. I kissed his head and yelled my goodbyes to Nero and my two birds, Calypso and Snoopy. I drove off to the auction in my personal car, my grey toyota highlander.
"This is ridiculous. These are all ponies for slaughter!" I said to myself as I watched men lead welsh ponies into the covered ring. People were auctioning off the pretty ones for 1k, 2k, 3k, but one stood out to me. The pony was the last led out, and many people walked away at the sight of it, but I walked foward. It was a scrawny dapple grey welsh pony mare, probably 13.2 hands. She was very skinny, had bony legs, her dark brown mane was tangly and hunh past her neck, her forelock covered her eyes, and her tail dragged on the ground. Her tiny hooves were overgrown, and she had a brand on her rear that read '011'. "Welsh cob mare, going for $500!" the man called. The pony managed to move the forelock from her eyes and make eye contact with me. At that exact moment, my hand felt my wallet, and fished out five $100 bills. "Right here!" I called, and hopped over the ring's fence. The man eagerly grabbed my money, and I gingerly took the purple lead rope on the pony's purple halter. "Her name is Eleven. She knows it pretty well now. Enjoy." the man said, and ran off with the other men. "Hello, Eleven." I told the pony, and she nudged my arm with her tiny nose, fishing my pocket for something to eat. "I'll call you El for short. You'll be great." I told her, and led her out of the ring. I finally realized that I did not bring a trailer, and was not expecting to buy a horse. "Crap.." I mumbled, and grabbed my phone out of my wallet. "Hey, Lilianne, can you pick up my trailer and bring it to the auction grounds? Thanks.." I asked Lilianne. She agreed to be here in less than ten minutes, and that she would have my trailer. While I waited, I popped the trunk of my highlander, and sat in the back. I held El's lead rope while she munched on some loose grass on the gravel driveway. I wonder where she came from, and why she lacked care in her hygine. She then picked up her head and walked it over to me. She laid her tiny head on my legs, and I rubbed her grey head, and stroked my fingers through her dark brown forelock. Just as I was going to braid it, Lilianne pulled up with my trailer, an amused look on her face. As she jumped out, Eleven shot her head back, looking at Lilianne with wary eyes. "It's alright, I have a pony mare too. Hard to resist, huh?" Lilianne joked, and tossed my the keys. I rolled my eyes and gave her the highlander's keys, and she drove off to my farm as I loaded El into the trailer. At first she resistsed, but stepped in as soon as she realized there was a haynet full of green orchard hay. I stared at her brand for a second, and wondered why she was named after a number. "I don't know where to put you..." I told Eleven as soon as I unloaded her. I decided to put her in the closest stall meant for a leaser next to my house. When it was time to feed her, she jumped at the sight of hay, and gobbled down her water. It made me sad to think someone had the heart to abuse a pony like this- it made me feel sick.
That night, when my arena lights turned on, El was tied in her stall. I decided to do something about her contidion. I brought my scissors and grooming kit.I started by trimming her mane short, so it's long enough to the point where it's long enough to braid but short enough to where it hangs off of her neck. I then chopped her forelock and her tail. Her forelock was an inch farther than her eyes, and the bottom of her dark brown tail was in a straight line by her fetlocks. I then trimmed her hooves into tiny little hershey kiss shapes, and then brushed over her satin soft dapple grey coat. I traced the indent of her brand that read '011', and pride filled my chest. This is my Eleven. She is my El.
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Post by MaxWinter on Nov 29, 2017 1:18:07 GMT
"Walk, Trot, Canter," I said to my stallion. As I cantered along in my arena Lilianne came in. "Woah," I told my horse, "What's up?" "Aly bought a new pony. Very bad condition it's in. I feel bad for it. Yet Aly still bought it." Lilianne said as she swung the gate open to come in. "Well it's the type of thing she'd do." Lilianne sighed, "Yeah I guess so. Well, I've got to go feed my horses, see you later!" We waved our goodbyes, then she was gone. But there was a shadow still lurking in the corner of the yard, then it disappeared, not in the barn, but behind it. "Max! Tot! Come here!" They came to the center of the arena. "Go inside. Now!" I said. They took it as a race. Tot ended up winning then Max - clever as he was - closed the door behind them. "Good boys," I said under my breath. I jumped off my horse and ran to the edge of the arena. I cleared the gate with ease. I ran around the side of the barn right when the shadow disappeared. "Who are you!?" I screamed. It was starting to get dark and I did NOT want to have a random stranger running around my yard and getting into the horses. I ran around the barn to see a cloaked man running towards my horse. "Oh no you don't!" I cleared the fence and jumped on top of the man who looked about my age. "Don't hurt my horse!" I screamed at him. I could see a crop in his right hand. "Who are you?" I ripped off his cloak to reveal a redheaded teenager with dark brown eyes. "What?" He yelled at me. "What are you doing in my backyard with a crop in your hand?" I yelled back. He didn't respond to me he kept staring at me with that cold stare that you get when you just annoyed someone. But my, perfectly ice colored eyes stared right back at him. "Get out of my yard and never come back and no one gets hurt," I say. He nodded his head slightly. He got up but did not move. "Go!" I yelled. (People who go to HOPE know who I'm referencing XD)(Sorry, I remembered some of the other RP from 2016. We were once married XD XD XD so I made it more realistic XD XD XD Just tell me if you don't want it I can delete it. Just Direct Message [DM] me if you want me to change it) He ran out my side gate that was slightly ajar when Lilianne left. "You ok boy?" I asked my horse. He gave me an annoyed snort. I opened the gate to get out of the arena and got up on his back. Cluck Cluck. "Walk" I told my horse. We went out of the arena and into the barn. I put my horse in his stall, "Good night Moon. See you when the sun comes up!" I click his stall closed. What a night. I think. I open my sliding glass door to see my dogs already sleeping on their plush beds that I got for them when they were puppies. I was so tired I didn't want to go upstairs to change and get in bed, so I just crashed on the bed-like couch in my red-walled, red-everything, livingroom.
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Post by Coasta on Nov 29, 2017 4:26:08 GMT
The next morning when I walked out of my bedroom, I heard the faint whinnies of Zieza. I walked to my sliding glass doors to look into my private backyard to see Zieza at the edge of her stall, whinnying to the new member of Coastal Dunes Farm. El whinnied back, a very deep but slightly high pitched whinny. I opened the glass door to walk to the feed room, and Zieza boleted back in forth in her stall, excited for her food. I could hear the excited screeches from Eleven, and rolled my eyes. Demanding mares. I looked down at my yellow slippers as I walked, watching as the little rocks cracked underneath them. As soon as I filled Zieza's haynet, I trudged over to Eleven's stall, where she was pacing back and forth and making small, excited grunting noises. "Here ya go, El." I told my mare, and stuffed her haynet with orchard hay, she broke into a trot and started garbling down as much as she could fit in her mouth. I laughed and stroked her short brown mane, and watch her very visible ribs move in and out as she swallowed a hairball size of hay. I knew she would make a great pony. She just needed some fat.
"Come on, Z." I coaxed Zieza as we cantered near a wooded planked oxer on my cross country course. We flew over it with ease, and I could hear hear long tail sashaying as it flipped up when she took off. We cantered toward another jump, two logs stacked on one another. I watched how Zieza's light grey ears flicked back when I nudged her side with my spur, but then they flicked back as we neared the jump. We cleared the 2'9 logs as well, and then we took a sharp turn over my bridge that goes over the small river that I have in my cross country course. We cantered through the field more, popped over a few more jumps, and then headed back to the main part of the estate. I watched as Eleven sniffed around at her shavings, and then her eyes met mine as Zieza and I started walking towards the back of my house. Her eyes were warm and sweet, and I suddenly lost all regret for buying this pony.
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Post by MaxWinter on Nov 29, 2017 5:04:57 GMT
I woke up this morning with great confusion. Who was that guy and why was he stalking me? Oh well I have other matters to deal with. Like learning how to wake up on time. It’s only 9:00 but my horse wants me to feed him as soon as I can. I head out the house with my two loyal dogs trailing behind me. I hear my horses hungry cry of frustration. “Calm down I’m getting the hay.” I say to my really impatient stallion. After I fed him I took him out to train for the local barrel racing show that’s this weekend. We were riding round when Aly calls me. I answer her call and I put my ear buds in. Soon I’m galloping at full speed round and around the barrels telling her all that’s happened to me in the past 24 hours.
*Sorry it’s short. It’s late and I need to get off. Will write more tomorrow*
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Post by Coasta on Nov 29, 2017 19:35:46 GMT
"Hey, El!" I called as I walked out of my front doors. Her stall was on the left side of my house, and was basically in my 'front yard'. I had an eggo waffle in my hand, for I was going to finish it before I tried to ride Eleven for the first time. I walked up to her stall to get her halter, and she snatched the waffle out of my hand and gobbled it down. I broke down in laughter and started rubbing the soft bridge of her nose. "You like eggos?" I asked between laughs. She nodded her head, and I rubbed it. She pressed her head into my stomach and snorted, and then reared back and started trotting around her stall. I finally caught her and managed to get her purple halter on, and I tied her in her stall. A few minutes later, I was carrying a white saddlepad, Zieza's old saddle from when she was five. I had Ziez's old bridle strapped over my shoulder, and a pair of small tendon boots in my hand. Eleven sniffed the saddle before I put it on, and slowly tried to sashay away when I put the saddle pad on. I slowly lifted the saddle onto her back, and she breathed hard in protest, but finally let me stradle the girth around her stomach. She had no protest with the bridle, but tried to roll the latch of the bit between her tongue. "Ready to ride?" i asked, and she snorted.
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Post by MaxWinter on Nov 30, 2017 17:32:45 GMT
I was up top the back of Moon and listening to my favorite songs when my phone alerted me that there was a horse auction near by. "Hmm, I might go buy you a friend Moon. I still have four stalls left that need to be filled!" Moon snorted as I said this. I put Moon away in his stall, hitched up my trailer to my red, Ford Explorer, and I was off. I went down the road to a very drab looking place. "Who has the heart to put these horses in the slaughter?" I muttered. I guess the guy next to me heard me becuase he said, rather loud, "Becuase these 'things' are dangerous!" "Well at least I have a heart and I call them 'horses' not 'things'!" I screamed at him. Before I knew it a huge fight broke out between me and the guy. Some people even had the guts to join one of our sides. I thought things were about to be thrown soon when a security guard caught me by the arms and hoisted me up in the air. I was kicking and thrashing around when one particular horse caught my eye. "Wait!!" I screamed so loud that the whole stadium could hear. "Before you kick me out, let me have that horse!!" The horse was a dark bay color with a lot of scratches and scabs on it. I ran up to it breathing heavily, "How much?" I said. "Going for 1,000." I didn't realize that I was spending more than I intended to until I was walking out of the auction area with the horse. I passed the guy I was arguing with on the way out, "Still got yourself one of the 'things' ay?" He retorted. I almost screamed at him again but I thought better of it. Instead I just mumbled, "It's not a 'thing.'" My new horse was a shy and scared little horse. I'm pretty sure I'm known now as the crazy horse lady. But, that dosen't bother me. I've been the horse crazy lady all my life! When I led her up to the trailer, she whinnied as loud as I screamed. "Shhh its ok, its ok," I said as I led her into the trailer. She jumped in easily as soon as she saw there was food and it was safe. "Good...Carrot" My eyes immediately fell to one scar near her rump that looked like a Carrot. She snorted a happy little snort as she gobbled up as much as she could. I closed the doors to the trailer and leaned against them. ''Carrot," I mumbled to myself. I leaned on the doors listening to Carrot gobbling up her hay, thinking, thinking about what I had just done. Why I had just caused a riot between me and another man. Why I yelled at a security guard to let me have a horse. Why he listened to me. Why they let me have that horse. So many things turn out in 'why?' Why...Why is the question that I've been asking myself forever. Why I have friends when I don't deserve any. "Why?!" I screamed at myself. "Why?" I started to break down in tears. ''No." I told myself. "No tears. No more tears.'' I told myself. I stood up straight, walked around the side of my car, got in, and drove away. I drove to my house, wanting to enclose myself in my barn with my 2 horses and my 2 dogs. I parked my car, took out Carrot, tied her up on a fence post, and unhitched my trailer, then grabbed Carrots rope, untied her, and headed off toward the barn. ''Puppies!'' I called. As if on cue they both came running outside to the barn. I led Carrot inside the barn and Moon? Oh, what a brat he is, he whinnied really loud at the new commer, making her jump back and kick her legs around. ''Shhh, It's alright. There's another horse in here, his name is Moon." I said to calm Carrot down. "And Moon this is Carrot." I said. I groomed Carrot carefully so that I wouldn't hurt her, then I put her in her stall for the night. It was getting late anyway. "Good night Carrot and Moon. Come puppies, into the house with you!" I said and Carrot and Moon both gave small snorts as I turned out the barn lights and shut the door. After that, the puppies were eager for a race, "Ok, One...Two...GO!" I yelled we raced back to the house. I got there just after Tot ran inside. I closed the door behind me. "Good puppies." I laughed.
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Post by Coasta on Dec 1, 2017 15:24:01 GMT
I led Eleven into the dressage arena/jumping warm up arena/turnout by her reins, which she tried to pull back on, but I kept pulling them foward so she had no choice. She started to snort heavily and the white cearas of her eyes came out when she saw three poles on the ground, and a pair of standards (no poles on them) at the end of them. "Ssh, El, it's ok." I told her, and rubbed the bridge of her nose. I then lifted the reins over her head and tightened her girth, which made her sneeze. After that, I pulled the stirrups down and mounted onto her back. It was so different, being on a 16.2 hand mare and then being on a 13 hand mare. It was cozy and small. I pressed my heels into her sides, clucking for her to go foward. She started walking, a little bit of pep in her step. Her walk was smooth, almost like she was sashaying. After we walked around the turnout for a few laps, I tightened my reins and clucked for her to trot. She curled her head so that she was on the bit and started to trot, which was almost like sitting on a massage chair. I started posting, which was hard, for her gait was so smooth that there was really no need to post. I decided to sit the trot, and I barely bounced, because she moved so fast, almost like ripples on water. Once we trotted for a bit, I decided it was time to canter. I pressed my heels into her side and kissed, and she started cantering, her tiny hooves flashing in front of her tiny head. Her canter was smooth and easy to keep a seat on. She seemed content, so I started to steer her towards the standards. She slowed to a hault abruptly, her nostrils flaring. "El, what's wrong?' I asked, rubbing her neck. She slowly backed up, shaking her head and snorting. I lightly tapped her with my crop and pressed my heels into her sides, but that made her rear up, making me fall onto my back. Before I could sit up, I saw her take off into a fast canter around the turnout, bucking and kicking her legs out. "Eleven!!" I called when I stood up, trying desperatley to catch her. She finally stopped in a corner and started bucking, her legs flying and extending in the air. "Hoo, hoo...it's ok, it's ok.." I cooed once I got ahold of her reins. I tied them over her neck and undid her saddle, and hung it up on the rail. I then took the reins from over her head, and led her to the standard. "Go ahead, El, sniff it." I instruced, touching the rail so she knew it was okay. She started to sniff the standards and stepped through them, the white cleracas of her eyes becoming visible once more. I then led her to the poles, which she snorted at and tried to back away. I stepped over one which made her step foward, and sniff the pole. She then broke into a fast trot, trotting over the poles and pulling me along with her. She then spun and faced me, making the reins tangle around my hand and twist my skin. "Ow ow ow...!" I shrieked, dropping the reins and quickly picking them up again. She looked acomplished, but I was just relieved that she wasn't as terrified of jumps anymore. I just wonder why she was. "Come on, El. Let's go back to your stall." I told her, leading her to the rail to pick up the saddle and then walking back to her stall.
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Post by Shiecka on Dec 4, 2017 2:32:21 GMT
I thumped up the steps that lead to my house. I slipped of my small paddock boots and want inside. I laid down on my comfy chair that was in my living room. I skimmed through the channels on my 70 inch Samsung T.V. I was about to pick some random show about the moon when a got an alert on my phone. I looked down at it, and it read, "Horse auction near you." I ignored it. I was a part of the AES (Anti-Equine Slaughter). It was a group of people who only by horses that don’t get sold. I only payed attention to the notifications that told me that not all the horses at a slaughter auction where sold. That's when the AES got together and decided how to deal with the few horses not bought and on their way to their misery. Mostly someone through the group will buy the horse and school them, that's how I ended up with Twix. If for whatever reason that was not the case, the horse was donated to a training center or rescue.
A few minutes later, my phone rang. "What now," I mumbled. I looked down, disappointed. It was the AES. "Hello." I said. "Hi, I am looking for Lilane Stallings?" "This is she, and its Lilianne," "My apologizes," No one gets it right I thought. "It's okay. What is happening now?" "Well, five horses where not sold at the last auction-" "I can't take any. I can help you find homes, but I took one about five months ago, and I am schooling her. I don't think I can school two horses at once." "Well, um, you see, four of the five where taken by some of us, but this one…. He's not built for Eventing," "I have a friend who could take him if he is western." "No, he's a cart horse." "Oh," I said. No wonder why he wasn't sold. "….. Can you take him?" "Well, I can see what I can do? I don't train cart horses, so… I will try." "Oh thank you, thank you!!" "Does that mean I have to buy him?" "No, no, no. He is free! We will pay for him, you take him!" "So, I technically have to buy him," I sighed. "Yes." "But, I really don't have the time to-" Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep. She hung up? "Well, um. I guess I have too?"
I looked down at copper who was laying at my feet. "Come Cooper, up, up!" He sprang up into the back of my 2017 gray Ford Raptor. "I can't possibly deal with another horse, let alone a high-strung stallion!" I said. "The manager of the AES looked at me with shock. "How did you not know?" she asked, puzzled. "Whoever called me never mention it was a stressed out stallion." I looked over at the round pen where the chestnut stallion with a white blaze was. He was not having it. I cringed every time he kicked the railing, hoping his food wouldn't get caught in it. "What is his name?" I asked. "Nitro," She said. "whoever got him named him right," I said. "An older blonde lady came and dropped him off, saying she couldn't deal with him anymore. "And you think I can?"
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Post by Coasta on Dec 4, 2017 20:25:04 GMT
"Done!" I cheered as I stepped off of the last rung of the ladder. My house was decorated with trees, and the rails of the arenas and the outside fence of Coastal Dunes Farm was decked in lights and ready for Christmas. Yesterday, I placed a fake tree in the middle of the estate, and that made the decorations look complete. As soon as I folded the ladder back into my garage, I placed a halter on Zieza and led her to Eleven's stall, where I haltered her as well. I mounted Eleven bareback and ponied (where you are riding one horse and leading another) to the cross country course. "Hmm.." I hummed as I looked for my apple trees and pine trees. Every December I pick pine needles and apples from the trees of my cross country course, and make them into Christmas scented candles, and sell them at Saturday shows. I rode Eleven and ponied Zieza down the hill and toward my mini marsh that enclosed my mini river, and halted her by the biggest pine tree there. I tied the lead rope around her neck and attatched Zieza's to it, and slowly stood up on Eleven's back. I started picked big pine needles, and the scent rushed into my face, making me think of Christmas. When I plopped myself on Eleven's back, I placed the pine needles in my satchel I carried for the contents of the candles. "Lets go find some more pine needles, then we can jump the ditch to the other side of the cross country course for some apples!" I told Eleven, and picked up a fast trot. Sitting her trot was easy compared to Zieza's huge strides. We crossed the bridge over my river, and halted by another pine tree. After I pulled a few more needles, I kissed my lips together, and she picked up a canter. We leaped over the ditch that connects the two sides to my cross country course, and haulted by my apple tree. I transferred from Eleven to Zieza, and stood on her back, and started picking the apples at the top of the tree, which are the juciest. As soon as we were done, I rode Zieza and ponied Eleven back to their stalls, and started heating up the wax for the candle making process.
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Post by Coasta on Dec 5, 2017 2:43:09 GMT
"Khalifa, move!" I scolded my cat as he tried to lick the steaming pot of wax on my stove. I waved my hand at him, and he leaped off of the counter and onto the ground. I grabbed a jar and filled it with wax, and then dropped in a pine needle, along with pine and spice incense scents. I then put dark green food coloring into the jar, and put it off to the side with the 35 other pine candles I already made to cool. I then grabbed another jar and put the peel of the apples in the jar of hot wax and added cinnamon, a few squirts of lemon and spice incense scents. Once I had 36 of each candle, I let them cool, and sniffed the air as the scents of spiced apple and Christmas pine filled my house. "Ugh...before they set up I need another stall built.." I groaned, and picked my phone up to call the stall building company. Every December, I hire people from around the city with cart ponies, lesson horses and petting zoo animals to come to my estate and have a winter celebration. In the turnout/dressage arena, people with petting zoo animals set up a mini petting zoo, in the jumping arena, it is cleared of jumps and kids ride around on lesson horses, and around the cross country course, I set up little paths for people with cart ponies to take people for a 'sleigh ride'. I also get people leasing out a space on my estate for their apple cider, hot chocolate, popcorn, ect stands. But, in order for people to store their horses, they need stalls, and I need to build Eleven a stall right next to Zieza. "Stable Hollow Construction, how may we help you?" the lady over the phone answered. "Hello. I need a silver railed box stall and a roof extension built by the next three days?" I told her, and she hummed a 'yes' response over the phone. "Okay. What's the address?" she asked. "You guys have built for me before. Coastal Dunes Farm." I told her, and she hummed a 'yes' again. "Alright, someone will be over soon. Bye now!" she answered, and I hung up. Hopefully Eleven's new stall will be built before they start setting up. Khalifa rubbed against my leg, and I bent down to pet him. "I know, buddy. It smells good." I told him, and he just purred in response.
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Post by MaxWinter on Dec 5, 2017 17:26:11 GMT
December 4, 2017 "It's winter!" I sang outside to my horses and my dogs. I loved Winter (Hence my lastname) it was my favorite season. I went into the barn and put a halter on Carrot. I led her out of the stall and led her to the turnout. I took the halter off and closed the door. Then I put my barrel racing tack on Moon and led him out to the barrel racing arena. I put my earbuds in, my phone in my pocket , and turned on Pentatonix. Then I hoisted myself up on top of Moon. I ordered him to walk, trot, canter, then gallop. My callender reminder went off. Barrel Racing Tournament -Tomorrow. Right, forgot. "Ok Moon, we have a barrel racing tournament tomorrow! Remember how close we came last time? Second place right? Let's get first tomorrow. Gallop!"
After a hour of barrel racing practice-with only one fault-I got off Moon, took all of my barrel racing tack off, put it in the tack room, and grabbed my normal riding tack. I put Moon in the turnout, then put all of the normal tack on Carrot. Then I led her to the regular riding arena. When I was atop Carrot I asked her to walk. She started to walk but stopped after a couple of steps. Cluck Cluck She walked, then before she stopped again I asked her to trot. She started to trot but picked up the wrong lead. I asked her to walk, then I tried the trot again. This time she picked up the right lead. "Good girl." I said. "Lets see how much you can do." I told her to canter. She flung her head up bucked once, and started to gallop toward the end of the fence. "Woa. Woa. Whoa!" She wouldn't stop, I tried to emergincy dismount but my foot was stuck in the sturrup. I was stuck sitting atop a horse that won't stop. Before she hit the fence she skidded to a stop and bucked, my foot released from the sturrup, and I went flying into the turnout. I landed on the soft sand but hit my head really hard on the wall in the turnout. The last thing I remember was seeing Moon nudging my face under the sun before I blacked out.
December 5, 2017 I woke up with Moon laying by me. I looked up and saw the moon starting too go down in the west. I sat up and felt a little pang in the back of my head. I guess I didn't hit my head too hard. The thing that hurt the most was my leg. "Must've landed on it." I mumbled to myself. I got up wobbled a little bit, and gained my ballance. My leg was searing with pain, but I ignored it. I tacked up Moon in his barrel racing tack, grabbed Carrot, untacked her, and put her in her stall. Then I led Moon to the trailer. "We have to get there early." I said. It was probably 4:00 in the morning but we have to be there at 5:00 if we want to participate. My leg was beginning to feel better. "Good it's not sprained or broken." I mumbled to myself. I jumped into my car and started the engine. "Lets Go!!" I said. I started to drive down the street when I noticed everyone expt me had their Christmas lights and decorations up. I sighed, "This always happens! And it's my favorite season too!"
We got to the tournment arena which was all decorated. I parked my car, took out Moon, and went back to the stalls for the contestants. "Are you ready?" The tournament starts at 6:00 and we got there at 5:45. We got in the last stall because everyone had already gotten here earlier. "You ready boy? First Place this time." I whispered to Moon so that only he could hear. I didn't want to start compition before the show even started.
At last the show started we were going last-#50-so I had some time to kill. I decided to call Aly to place my order for her scented candles. Ring Ring "Hello?" Aly's voice sounded happier than ever. "Hi Aly! Are you making the candles this year?" "Yes I am!" She said. "Well then, can I have my usual amount? 15?" I could hear her laughing on the other end. "I already put your's aside! I know how much you love Winter! So I put them aside already for you!" I laughed-my friends know how much I love this season. We talked for a while before I noticed they were getting closer to the end. "Well I have to go! I'm at a barrel racing competion and I'm #50 and now their on #48!" I said. "Tell me the results!" She said then hung up. I turned to Moon, "Are you ready boy?" He snorted at me. "NUMBER 49 JASON WITH SILVER!" I heard through the loudpeaker, "Good luck!" I said to a boy with sandy-colored hair and a gray mare. I mounted Moon then waited 5 more minuets when I heard, "NUMBER 50 LEAH WITH MOON. LAST NUMBER." The gates opened and I galloped out of the stall-with no fault.
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Post by Shiecka on Dec 9, 2017 1:19:55 GMT
"Owww" I looked down at my bruised leg. Yesterday, Nitro had kicked me hard in the leg while I was tacking him up. I studied it, making sure that nothing seemed broken. I walked over to my sliding class window, which seemed brighter than usual. I flipped open the curtains and saw that snow had fallen on the ground, about 6 inches deep. I smiled. "How fun!" I let the boys run around outside as they barked at one another, while I went to grab my Ford Raptor keys and jumped in. A few hours later, I came back with a horse cart in the bed of my truck, strapped down with bungee cords. I looked at Nitro who was frolicking in the turnout. "You are just the horse for this!"
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Post by Coasta on Dec 9, 2017 5:12:36 GMT
"Aahh." I sighed as I watched my estate turn into a real life winter wonderland. People were showing up with their ponies and buggies, and I was watching a close friend, Sophia, take Eleven for a spin with her buggy on the paths on the cross country course I made with rocks. She was apparently trained for the buggy, because she loved trotting around. She had sleigh bells attached to her reins, and a wreath hung on the back of her buggy. I watched as people started to warm up their ponies with their carts, and people tack up their lesson horses and take them for a few laps around my cleared out showjumping arena. People with booths with games, apple cider, hot chocolate and popcorn started setting up, and the petting zoo people started to set up in the turnout. I was standing on my front porch with Khalifa cradled in my arms, and Nero was sleeping at my feet, resisting the urge to go and bark at everything going on. Zieza was wearing the Santa themed blanket she wears every year in her stall, and munching on hay. I love Christmas.
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Post by MaxWinter on Dec 11, 2017 20:39:31 GMT
First place....It hit me like a bludger. Gives me a headache thinking about it. I get up from my couch after staring at my first place trophy. I smile, "Time to ride." I say to myself. I walk over to where the dogs are whimpering by the back door. I look outside to see a snowy wonderland. I laugh. "Should have gotten my decorations up sooner!" I exclaim. I had already decorated the inside of my house the day before. Now I just have a box of the outdoor decorations on the back and front door. "Time to get started! Echo play my Country/Pentatonix Christmas album!" I say as I open the back door. "Connect to outside Echo!" I yell to my Echo inside as it connects to my Echo dot outside. I get out the outside and barn trees. I set those up first. As the song switches from "The First Noel - Pentatonix to That's Christmas To Me - Pentatonix. I have all my outdoor trees and lights strung around them. Next, I start to set up my lights, I climb up on the ladder to string the lights when Max comes barreling up and hits the ladder. I guess it wasn't stable because the ladder tipped to the side and I fell into the pearly white snow. After I was on the ground the dogs came and jumped on me. "Oof!" I say, then I start to laugh. When I finally got up the dogs disappeared inside. I had hoisted up my ladder and was climbing up to string some lights when I looked up in the window above my head to see my two dogs looking down at me. I get up on the roof to string the lights up when Max and Tot go ballistic. "Calm down you silly dogs." I laugh.
When all my lights are up I look over the cliff to the west at the sunset. The sky is filled with a cascade of colors. To the east is dark blue then it gets lighter the more it gets closer to the sun. The light blue changes into yellow then to orange then to red. The clouds are pink and the trees are covered in snow. "It's perfect," I say to myself. Without thinking I pull out my phone, wipe the lens, and capture the sunset. "That's going to be a painting that I'm going to be working on forever. Echo Stop."
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Post by Coasta on Dec 12, 2017 20:33:29 GMT
"She's so cute!" a little girl exclaimed, and rubbed the snip on Eleven's nose. She was about two years old, with little curly blonde ruffles and a twinkle in her blue eyes. "Her name is Eleven. Do you want to ride in her sleigh?" I asked, her mother beaming. She nodded, and her mother picker her up and placed her next to Sophia. Her mother scooted in next to her, and Sophia nodded to me, and then clucked for Eleven to trot on the paths I made for pony carts. There were 7 other pony carts currently trotting around the cross country course, and Eleven just made 8 of them.
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Post by MaxWinter on Dec 12, 2017 20:59:00 GMT
"Have you seen her bridle?" I keep asking Caroline who was over for the day. "I haven't seen it." She said. "She's a beauty! What's her name?" She asked as she pet Carrot. "Well maybe if you can help me find her bit I'll tell you her name." I said. "Ugh fine." She spat at me. "Hey this is my house." I said. She laughed, "And I'm your guest, found it."
We were riding around my normal arena when Caroline asked me, "Can I see your art room?" "Sure! As long as you dont mess up what I'm working on right now!" I said. "I won't!" She laughed.
*Sorry it's short. I didn't have time*
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Post by Shiecka on Dec 16, 2017 23:12:12 GMT
"Time to take a break!" I said, looking out at my barn that was decorated with lights and a large Christmas tree in front. I looked at my dogs who where fighting with each other and started to trudge through the show tords my horses. As I was about to unlatch the barn sliding door, I heard a load bang from the other side. "Oh no," I mumbled. As I opened it, a familiar face poked up in mine. "Miss V!" I said. She had unlocked her stall door. I wasn't sure of how long she had been out though. I walked it and shut the door so she couldn't go any further. I looked at saw that she had opened the feed room as well, and pigged out on the Timothy and Alphalfa. Luckily she didn't find her was into the grain. I lead her back into her stall where she laid down, for it was her nap time, plus she just had a late thanksgiving! I sat in the corner of her stall, letting her rest he giant head on my lap, then I dozed off from there.
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Post by Coasta on Jan 5, 2018 20:39:09 GMT
It is now Janurary, which means the Christmas event is taken down. Eleven and Zieza are back in their stalls, and the pony clubbers ride in lessons and free ride normally again. I was sitting on my couch while the pony clubbers were having a showjumping lesson when a truck and trailer came rattling into Coastal Dunes Farm, which made me perk up from my couch, where I was watching The Secret Life Of The American Teenager. Khalifa raised his head from my lap and so did Nero from next to me, and my two birds reached up from their perches to see what it was. I climbed off of the couch and out of my house, to see a woman with curly dirty blonde hair leading a grey horse, that looked exactally like Zieza, but with a small patch of chestnut lace (appalossa) on her rear end. Her tail was white and faded into chestnut, along with her short mane and forelock. "You must be Aly Coasta?" the lady asked, and firmly held the horse's purple lead rope as it looked around. "Yes...who are you?" I asked, and she smiled. "I'm Sherly. This is Hermione. I have too many horses in my barn, and she has been up for sale for the longest time, but nobody wants her. I was thinking that this is a very nice estate, and she excells in jumping, so maybe you could buy her? For free, of course." the woman, Sherly, said. She handed me the lead rope, smiled, and walked away to her truck. I tried to tell her to take the horse back, but she had already started her engine and was driving off. " Well, I do love your name." I told the pretty mare, stroking her white face. I love Harry Potter- so this horse fit perfectly.
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Post by MaxWinter on Jan 5, 2018 20:52:58 GMT
I had just started to get my paints out when my doorbell rang. "Dang it!" I put my pallet down and closed the lid of the blue tube of paint. I ran down my stairs just as my dogs started to bark at the door. "Shut!" I yelled at my dogs as I opened the door. I was greeted by a black muzzle. "Woah! Hello there Velvet." I say. I look up and see Velvets owner sitting on her back. "Hello" Lilianne smiles at me as she dismounts. "You look troubled, what happened now?" "You know the AES thinks I can take more than 5,000 horses." She said sarcastically. "You're telling me," I said. She sighed. "Can I put Velvet in one of your empty stalls?" She asked. "Of course. Then you can come inside and have a dri- Woah!" Cooper and Riley cut me off at my last words as they bounded into the house and started to play with Max and Tot. "Hey! Out!" I yelled at my dogs. Tot pushed his head against the doggy handle that I had fixed on the sliding glass door so they can open it and close it whenever they want to. "Clever. A doggy sliding glass door." She laughed. "Well, it's one way to get them out of the house. Let's go take Velvet out back."
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Post by Shiecka on Jan 8, 2018 0:50:51 GMT
"Thank you! I promise it's only for 3 days. I need to deal with this stuck up stallion the AES dumped me with," I sighed. "It's all good!" Leah said as we walked around her house, and me riding on Miss. V with nothing more than a rope around her neck. As soon as we got around the barn, Leah directed me to a vacant stall. I slid of V and undid the lead rope that dangled from her neck. I shut the door and walked to the feed room. "What do your horses eat?" I asked Leah. "Alfalfa," she said. I looked at Velvet who was trying to reach her small neck out and bite Moon. "She will be okay on that. just a little hyper. At least you don't have to ride her!" I smiled. "Leah, grab a not pad or something while a tell you her feedings," I said. She pulled out a notebook and a pen while I started talking. "1 flake at breakfast and dinner, and a half at lunch," I began. "She gets grain 2 hours after dinner. One scoop of senior grain, one of Omeprazole, one of Cosaquine, one half of Sylluim, one smart pack, a scoop of Bute, and one scoop of electrolytes. I will give you all of it." I finished. "She is such a hand full." I walked over to V. "I am gonna miss you, please be good," I turned to Leah and said, "Good luck." I started to choke up a bit. "Are you crying?" she asked. "Yeah. It's the first time we have been apart for 10 years."
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