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Post by Free on Mar 6, 2009 5:38:02 GMT -6
● Armelia C. Ainsworth ●
  
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess,
It's a love story baby just say yes.
[/color] She felt that she had to get out. To go on a trip, and to loosen up everything else. She had released her stallion in the pasture so he could calm his nerve running around like a maniac. What a goofy child he was, she still loved him though. After going into one of the few dressing rooms she changed from her usual riding outfit to a skirt that was shorter then her knees, the soft shade of blue frizzled the soft figure of her lower body showing a pair of elegant legs. Her top was had a light color of white with a black imprint on it. It was a white tiger that seemed to look at you with those large black eyes. The top followed her slim figure giving off a light blow here and there while she put on a pair of small shoes, the pair matching her colors being black and white. She put her hair up in a pony tail and unlocked the door. Thinking of where to go she thought about the Honeyoak Trail and smiled, she wanted to go either way so why not start there? Making a light turn she went onto the trail, different shades from different trees caressing her lightly tanned body. Eyes of emerald vs. amber danced while she smiled to herself. She could start to love this place.
The trail seemed to dance underneath her as she watched the hot sun’s light and the shadows go back and forth only softly as a rare breeze danced through the trees. Her eyes wandered however, she was looking for a place where she could read her book. With Twister not coming in a couple of days and Loop being too excited to be on a trail right now she had nothing else to do. She wasn’t going to help out, yet. Stepping down towards a plain she finally noticed it. There was a large stone right underneath a willow tree. The large shade would be good as well as she would have something to lean on. Looking around so she was sure no one was around the female went over to the stone. She sat down and felt how it was somewhat warm, probably because of the sun that had shone on it not long ago. Leaning against the tree she took out the book from her bag and found the book she was searching for. ”Dragonfly in Amber” she almost shivered thinking about the series by Diana Gabaldon. She loved it! Flipping through a couple of pages she found the one she had started reading and somehow the world became quiet.
Armelia couldn’t really notice anything around her. She could feel it completely but didn’t know if it was true. Her mind was filled with the words that danced through her eyes. She could feel how much that could be risked if one chance was not taken. She couldn’t hold her self, smiled now and then at some point, got sad another but soon a breeze snapped her out of her reading habit. The female turned her eyes, covering a hand in front of her eyes and watched forward. Was it her imagination? Or had something right now just entered the circle?
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Post by BeLuna on Mar 6, 2009 18:42:04 GMT -6
This. Was. His. Hell. Or maybe it was his heaven. Perhaps it was a little bit of both combined in one. It was his saving grace, keeping him out of jail, putting him to work, but at the same time it was taking his time away from cars, pretty girls and replacing it with mucking stalls and being around smelly horses. He had never liked horses particularly. Sure, cowboy stories had fascinated him at times and horses were okay, but he had never had an interest in them.
Matt flung another pitchfork of horse feces into the wheelbarrow, scowling as he did so. By now his boots were covered in dust, along with his jeans and his tight-fitting white T-shirt. He was just lucky they weren't covered with shit, but he had been careful. He was aware that the students of the stable were supposed to take care of their own stalls, but he had been told to muck them out anyways to give them a break. Besides, a few were on vacation and had left the care of their beloved horses in the stable's hands. Mainly, his. He took a cursory glance around the empty stall and then leaned the pitchfork up against the wall, glad to be finally done with this stall and mucking for the day. Now all that was left to do was carrying water buckets and he could leave.
Matt wasn't sure whether he should or should not be looking forward to the arrival of /his/ horse. Why they were expecting him to look after another living creature was beyond him, he was certain he'd mess the horse up even more than it already was. Basically, he wasn't taking this entirely seriously. It was a joke, an easy way out of jail time. Help out a little, pretend like he cared and as soon as he convinced the owner of the stable that he was responsible, dump the horse on some unfortunate soul and high-tail it out of this town. There was nothing in his plans about caring, truly caring, for a horse. They were just shit machines to him. The various disciplines of riding meant nothing to him; they were just a bunch of high-stepping prissy events people with no lives participated in.
The juvenile delinquent wheeled the wheelbarrow outside to the dung heap, emptying it quickly and turning back to head back into the barn...What was that? Something caught his eye and he paused, looking past the pastures where a stallion was having a grand old time. If his eyesight wasn't failing him, there appeared to be a pretty girl sitting underneath a willow tree. Perhaps this place wasn't so bad after all.
Matt returned the wheelbarrow to the side of the barn, rather haphazardly, and made his way nonchalantly towards Armelia, not even bothering to try and make up an excuse to go and talk to her. "Hey, what are you doing out here all by your lonesome, pretty lady?" he said charmingly as he approached with a wink that was enough to sent many girls into a fit of giggles. Even as he got closer he could tell that his assessment of her even from a distance had been accurate; she was a very pretty girl. [/center] |
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Post by Free on Mar 7, 2009 5:59:11 GMT -6
● Armelia C. Ainsworth ●
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess,
It's a love story baby just say yes.
[/color] She almost jumped as she heard his voice. More surprised then flattered by him actually standing in front of her. Her eyes met with a pair of charming ones, light crimson rushed from her neck but she wanted to just turn to stone. Great! Good work Armelia, blush as soon as you see a guy trying to be social with you. She noticed how they were such striking blue eyes and looked away. She fiddled lightly with her book until she felt confident enough to speak. Of course her stuttering decided to enter, could this day get any better? Well of course it would! Loop was acting up, again. Uhm…I-I’m j-j-ust pas-sing time-e until m-my n-n-new horse a-arrives. You? Oh glory, she got two words completely full, poor gal. But as she looked a little closer on him she noticed that he wasn’t that much older, maybe they were even in age? It could be a possibility but she somehow felt that he wasn’t here because he loved horses. It looked more like he was working here for something else perhaps? Ah yes you’ve noticed right? Armelia is quite the sharp one, she reads people based on looks, their tone and of course how their head are held. She doesn’t know why, it comes natural to her. But then again, the only one she could not read was her twin brother and he wasn’t here at the moment, sad really because she missed him.
But there was a sound which made her look away from the handsome male standing in front of her. She had a feeling though that she knew who it was. Within the pasture that she could look at the stallion stood. He neighed loudly towards her, ears flicked forth and back unsure of what to do. Tossing his head he cantered up and down, tail up showing how handsome he truly was. Loop was a child, a jealous child at the age of six and many would think that he had calmed down by now, no chance. He was still the pacing two years old that she had fallen in love with. He kept his trot up and bucked now and then wanting her to come and play but she refused to give in and besides, someone else was probably here not for her to socialize with but because she was, pretty? She blushed again remembering him to call her a pretty lady. Looking back at the male she couldn’t quite recognize him but he was probably one of the stable hands because she could smell horse dung from him and suddenly she giggled at the thought. He looked far from please having the job to muck out of the stall.
She leaned back against the tree, didn’t close her eyes but grabbed her little bag, putting a bookmark in the book she lay it down and closed the bag. Her slender hand lifted out but she didn’t stand up, feeling secure in the cool shade. And besides, she didn’t want to brush of her skirt yet, it would be too embarrassing. I f-forgot to in-introduce myself, I-I’m Armelia C. Ainsworth. You? She would still stutter a couple of times more, she had always done it when she was a child but her well, half British accent still melted on her tongue. It was still there, that hint of her past which she did not like. That one thread which she could not forget about and that one call which told her that her biological father had been killed due to debt. She had been told to stay away because somehow she had been in his debt and she was the reason why they had killed her father. She just hoped no one would find out that she was living here. She knew she had taken on her family name again, but when people asked her what her name was on shows for an interview, well then she took the name of her foster parents. “Wimbelton.” She didn’t like it but she had to or else her safety as well as the ones around her, they would be in danger. You sure you’re not afraid of her handsome boy?
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Post by BeLuna on Mar 8, 2009 17:41:49 GMT -6
His smirk stayed casual even as he saw her startled look and the red flush creeping up her neck. It was kind of cute in a way, that just by him saying 'hi' she was blushing, and when she looked away, trying to get her cool. He affected girls that way sometimes. Some girls just hopped right into a conversation with him, others needed a moment to collect themselves before they were able to talk to him without hyperventilating. He was patient, she could take her time.
While she fiddled with her book, he plopped down on the grass beside her, his friendly smirk never leaving his lips and his gaze never leaving her except to glance at the horse in the distance. "Me? Oh, the same. Kind of. I'm here doing work for...community service and then I guess a horse is coming for me to work with or something," he said casually, running a hand through his ear-length brown hair, flashing her a cool smile. He noticed her stuttering but didn't say anything. She was probably just nervous, many girls got that way around him. The pause before community service was short, but he didn't want to tell her he was there because he was in trouble and he had to be there. Community service made it sound like he was here voluntarily, doing some good for his community. Ha. Matt, doing good? That'd be the day.
Matt followed Armelia's gaze to the stallion in the pasture doing a little dance and making noise. "He's the jealous type, huh?" he said with a small chuckle. "Armelia, what a beautiful name, for a beautiful girl," he observed with another grin, extending a hand to shake. "Matt Laren, the pleasure's all mine." At least she wasn't stuttering as much, perhaps she was becoming a little more comfortable around him now. Her accent was cute too, a little British perhaps? Accents were always hot.
Had Matt known about her past, he still would've kept on flirting with her. The dangerous types, the sweet types, they all turned him on and there were just so many out there...besides, this girl was hot. Flaming. If he touched her, he was sure he'd get burned. So even if he knew all about the debt business, he wouldn't have backed off. That's just Matt for you. "So what's your horse's name? That one is yours, right?" he asked, gesturing to the stallion and pretending like he cared about horses, because she obviously did. [/center] |
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Post by Free on Mar 9, 2009 1:50:06 GMT -6
● Armelia C. Ainsworth ●
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess,
It's a love story baby just say yes.
[/color] She let her eyes go down as he sat down on the grass. Well the distance was good at least. She was fond of guys, she was a girl after all but that didn’t necessarily mean that she was buying what he told her. The female felt calmer just looking at Loop as he danced trying to look all mean and bad, he was trying to protect her, how sweet. She didn’t look completely down at the male until she heard his words. He didn’t seem to be interested in horses, more like he just wanted to be done so he could get out of here. Her eyes went back to the large Oldenburg until she spoke without stuttering this time, why? Because it was about horses and Armelia never stuttered when talking about her loved ones. If the horse is a TAEA horse then you better watch it. People are crueler to horses then they are to themselves. (She shivers thinking of her dead father.) She didn’t look at Matt now; her eyes had turned from warm to cold within seconds. She knew the cruelty of human and she hated one for it. But she felt it was too bad that some people were not like horses, forgiving.
A blush crept again as he commented her name. She hated it; it was that dirty old man who named her. Eyes went back to the male and again she didn’t stutter, until she went over to something past horses. No, he just does not want me to be hurt. (She hesitates.) A-And I d-d-don’t like my n-n-name, i-it brings b-back b-bad memories. The female sighed lightly and closed her eyes, a light breeze danced through her long natural curled hair. She didn’t miss Britain at all, not York. Well, perhaps her twin brother but that was all. She didn’t miss her mother or her father for that matter. She hadn’t done anything good other then getting raped and destroyed. Looking back at her past she thought of it as an ironic matter, she really did take after her mother didn’t she? She glanced over at him, eyed him softly while he seemed to be the type to get what he wanted. Newsflash dear, you won’t get this female because I have a feeling that the owner will punish you. So be aware Matt, you truly are playing with fire.
Armelia turned her attention back to Loop as he had calmed down, grazing with ears perking. Pride set in as she had raised him well; he knew so much more about her then anyone else would know, believe me. Yes he is. His name is Hello Goodbye, and you won’t be able to handle him even if you had an interest for horses. She shot him a flattered but charming smile. She knew she had nailed the point. She can’t know what you think dear, but pretending will not fool this child. She brushed some of the things she had been sitting on from her skirt. Raising up she leaned still against the tree but crossed her legs not revealing anything, she knew quite well that many guys would want to look up a females’ skirt. She didn’t know if this Matt guy was like one but who knew right? She wasn’t taking any chances at al, not with anyone. If she could be honest she would not judge Matt even if he told her he did this work because he was almost going to jail. She didn’t judge people on that note. If he had done anything wrong then wasn’t that one of those things you were going to learn from? The female looked at him again, he didn’t lok like a criminal, but what did she know, right?
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Post by BeLuna on Mar 10, 2009 17:04:38 GMT -6
Matt watched her carefully as she spoke for the first time without stuttering, her gaze going to the horse dancing some distance away. He saw her expression change when she talked about the TAEA horses and he actually listened, wondering why she looked to be almost in pain. "Yea, I think they said something like it was a rescue horse," he remarked quietly, for once his flirtatious and carefree nature suppressed.
He was about to give her his charming smile again and perhaps joke around a little with her when she spoke again, this time both about her horse and her name. "Oh," he said, at a loss for words for once. This girl was totally throwing him off. Talking about injured horses and bad memories was not going well with his normally charismatic and bad-boy self. "Well, I'm very sorry about that, but I think your name really is nice, you shouldn't let a name, of all things, bring bad memories to mind." His smile was back in full force; he was attempting to cheer her up. All this serious talk was seriously bringing to mind some things of his own past he really didn't want to talk about. Still, girls liked it when he showed interest in things that bothered them. "I know you probably don't want to, but hey, I've got two ears to listen if you ever want to talk to anybody about...well, whatever's bothering you," he said a little more seriously, trying his hardest to appear sincere. He really would listen, given the chance, if he wasn't goofing off or getting in trouble. This girl, this Armelia, also was having sort of an interesting effect on him, making him a little less boisterous and more sincere.
When she told him her horse's name and that she wouldn't be able to handle him even if he cared about horses, his smirk came back full force. "Ah, so you can tell?" he said with a small chuckle, not surprised she'd been able to tell. "Well, I don't think it's so much that I don't have an interest in horses, I just haven't been around them, you know? Most of my life has been centered around cars and having fun. I guess I never had time or the money for horses. Now, however..." He laughed a little. "Now, I kind of have to. I suppose I'll have to make the best of it." [/center] |
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Post by Free on Mar 13, 2009 1:32:33 GMT -6
● Armelia C. Ainsworth ●
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess,
It's a love story baby just say yes.
[/color] Her eyes rested calmly on him while he spoke and when he somehow seemed interested in listening she hesitated even more. Her body started trembling and she suppressed the memory of her father coiling his body around her five year old thin body. Eyes closed for a minute finding it hard not to remember that touch, she had felt so sick and disgusted by it and everything else turned black. Sometimes she even hoped he would beat her to death. How many ribs had he not broken? How many times did she need to find a reason for her blue and yellow marks? Too many times to tell. The female let go of her memories again, turned back to her shy and stuttering self. She really needed to relax more, maybe show this guy how amazing horses could be. In the distance it looked like Loop had felt her anxiety and stopped his grazing. The stallion trotted with ears perking neighing loudly, almost as if asking her if she was alright. Armelia smiled gently to the stallion until she felt her voice being strong enough to tell some tales of her own. Well, if so could you call me Alto instead? I feel secure if you do. And don’t worry, my memories they…They’re not important anymore. It lives in the past and he is already dead. Her warm emerald meeting amber eyes turned cold for a second until returning to their statement again, the same soft shade and she glanced back down again.
A light grimace was made as he commented on how she noticed him not having the same interest in horses but was stuck here. She giggled rather lightly while she stood against the tree. Her stuttering had slowed several times by now because she felt secure, even if he was a badass she somehow could relate to him. Life was harsh right? One never knew what would happen. Ah, the typical guy sport right? Well to be honest, there are more games and speed when it comes to horses then there is to cars in my eyes. Want me to show you how? Her eyes were almost challenging while she looked back to Loop. Oh she could call him over if she wanted, she trusted him more then anyone else and had been with him while he was sick. There was a bond, it was strong, and it just needed some more attention. Just like with Twister. She knew he had a mild separation anxiety and remembered to go check on him so he wasn’t hurting his legs or something. Looking back at Matt she released a soft breath from her lips. Eyes were soft while she thought of how to actually well, not make, but let them see that horses might be interesting after all. This was probably why she had gotten one certain…interest in Matt but she would die before accepting that fact.
The female still didn’t know how he was with horses but maybe Loop could figure that out. He was a protective stallion and if so the male was one too then maybe they had something in common? And I truly hope you’ll take care of the rescue horse, they can usually reflect on people’s mind you know. People abuse as many horses as they abuse themselves, but people go insane and kill each other, horses are broken and just want to die. I just hope many will have the heart to see how forgiving and loving horses really are and not use that power against them. Oh great, she was blabbering again. Blushing rather feverishly she didn’t mutter just mumbles to herself with stuttering. T-t-t-that’s h-h-how I-I s-s-see i-it She silenced herself before she would speak anything dumb. That would be the last thing she wanted because right now she was having a hard time relate with other people. For example, she didn’t know why but she could talk more freely with guys, well most of them anyway. Girls however were a problem she needed to find out. She still did not like girls but Amy was not only the owner but also her friend and she was more then happy to feel that friendship grow.
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Post by BeLuna on Mar 15, 2009 8:42:43 GMT -6
Matt shrugged as she refused his offer for an ear to listen if she needed it. "Alright, but the offer will still stand whenever you need it," he said with a small smile. "If it makes you more comfortable, I'll call you Alto. Just so long as you promise never to call me 'Matty.'" He winked as he said this, but he really hated when people thought it was cute to call him 'Matty'. He didn't think she would have, but it was always good to make sure. He was finding this horse-loving girl Armelia very interesting. She looked like she had been through some hard times, yet at the same time she seemed sweet and innocent. Matt watched her look at him and then away again, noticing the stunning emerald color of her expressive eyes.
He stood up with her, leaning on the tree with one hand so he could get a better look at her while being 'cool' and relaxed. At least she wasn't stuttering so much anymore, so perhaps she felt a little more comfortable around him. Maybe she didn't exactly like him, but there wasn't much he could or would do to her out here in full view of...well, everything. Besides, Matt wasn't a bad kid, just a little misguided. Yes, perhaps he had fantasies of having sex with her, but he felt that maybe she had been abused in the past, especially when she said 'he' was dead. He had always found it difficult to sleep with sexually abused girls. He had never sexually assaulted anyone and never planned on it, but he had slept with plenty of girls and even a few who had been abused. They were always the most difficult to get to trust him, but he thought of it as helping them get over their fear.
"Well, sure, why not?" he replied to her offer to show him how horses could be more interesting than cars. He doubted that she could get him to love horses, but he was willing to go into her world for a moment or so.
He listened to her ramble a little about the abused horses, seeing her true passion come out as she kept talking about the pain horses went through. Had she continued to talk, she might have been able to touch his heart a little bit, but her stuttering came back again. "Well, I don't know too much about horses or abused horses, so I'll try my best but I'll need a little help. I really won't know what I'm doing," Matt said with a shrug. He didn't actually know if he could be that responsible, but he knew he would need help to take care of a horse. "Would you be willing to help a little? I mean, tell me what to do and stuff?" [/center] |
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Post by Free on Mar 15, 2009 9:11:30 GMT -6
[/color] She had to giggle when he spoke that he didn’t want to be called Matty. A light play was turned on in her heart as she was getting relaxed around him. But she really just would not allow her self to admit her heart, too soon and her mind was set on other things. Fine, can I call you Mattie instead? She gave him an eased smile but noticed how he became distant for a minute. It gave her the chance to look longing towards Loop. He was the first horse to get sold on Southern Blues Stables. It had been a hard decision but she knew it was the best one. He would get a home easily, she hoped at least. He had a perfect combo, loved to jump and beautiful moves. He was a dream horse, just a little stubborn and possessive but other then that he was perfect even if she wouldn’t admit it. Eyes closed for a minute, getting all of her emotions calmed down until she felt the need to speak, and she did after he had spoken and gotten back to the world where she lived in. And thank you, I probably will take the offer one day. But don’t think about my past, there’s no need, I’m seventeen, I know what’s right and wrong do you? She winked at him until walking forward waving for him to follow while she light stepped down towards the large stallion.
Loop didn’t need to be asked twice when she came over to him. The stallion neighed and cantered, eyes shoved hi true love for her and he sniffed her over to see if she was alright. The female laughed as it tickled her, turning back to see Matt as well she spoke gently at him without taking her eyes off him and stroking the stallion with ease. Oh, it is fairly easy depending on the rate of the horse. I’ve got two rescuers myself. One danger and one mild. It’s a shame almost because it means that I have to sell this handsome boy and I’ll help you along the way if you want. And even if you won’t love horses I hope you’ll enjoy their love because that is priceless for many or something, I suck at words. She made a light grimace until taking the halter and the long lead rope. Easily putting it on the horse she looked around, good no one was watching. She opened the gate and mounted the Oldenburg. His dark bay coat gleamed in the sun and he trotted out of the gate enjoying the feeling, she halted him though and let out her hand to the male, he had the choice, it was now or never. Want to come? You can just hold on, I won’t slip from his back but he is fast so you probably need to keep your legs to his barrel. And he won’t bite you, he’s just jealous that you got his girl. She didn’t think of the outcome of her words and blushed but couldn’t get her voice to work just let her eyes show him to hurry, she didn’t want to get caught. The gate was already closed in case someone was letting another horse in the pasture. So she waited for him to take her hand or not, you’re move next Matt.
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Post by BeLuna on Mar 15, 2009 10:43:11 GMT -6
"No, that's the same thing just with different pronunciation," he said with his own laugh and a small shrug. When he came out of his own reverie, he noticed Armelia was lost in thought looking at Loop. It gave him a chance to study her pretty features, but only for a moment. Then she looked back at him and told him she might just take him up on that offer one day, but not today. Seventeen? His age, which was good because he didn't like dating younger girls too often. Unless they were really hot. Her wink surprised him a little, as did her statement about right and wrong. "Right and wrong? There's always gray areas there, sweetheart," he said with a chuckle as he followed her. The sweetheart was not condescending, serious, or anything bad, just a joking nickname.
As they neared the horse, Matt's eyes widened and his smile faded a little. "That is a big horse," he said unnecessarily, taking in the full size of the stallion. "A shame you have to sell him, though. And I don't think you suck at words, you're just passionate when you talk about horses," he said after she tried to explain about the abused horses again, agreeing to help. He watched the affectionate exchange between girl and horse with a small smile, secretly enjoying what he saw. Unconditional love from the horse was evident and something inside of him wanted that. Matt shook his head quickly to clear it of such thoughts and watched as Armelia put the halter on the big horse without Loop protesting at all.
She looked around as if she was doing something illegal and then mounted the tall stallion as if it were nothing at all, trotting the horse out of the gate and stopping by Matt. He looked at the hand extended to him and then at her, urging him to come and ride the huge horse without a saddle or a bridle or...anything he'd heard of that you were supposed to ride horses with. "You want me to ride a stallion bareback with no experience riding horses at all? Won't I fall?" he asked incredulously, looking around anxiously too. Still, what the heck? If it was dangerous and they could get in trouble for it, he was all for it. Matt grasped her hand and used the gate to swing his leg up and over onto the horse. "Wow this is high up..." He grasped a handful of the stallion's coarse mane, wanting something to hold on to, but he also tried to hold tight with his legs. "Now what?" [/center] |
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Post by Free on Mar 15, 2009 11:09:18 GMT -6
[/color] Armelia smiled and laughed at his comment. Eyes searched through him without her noticing and she blushed a little but had the courage to speak her mind even if she stumbled some words now and then. Oh yes, and sometimes the grey areas are fun. She lay a heavy tone on sometimes without any notice. She looked at him when he said that Loop was big and had to smile. He was about the same height as Armelia standing at seventeen point one hands. She had seen larger, one horse was at eighteen hands here and after that one of the instructor’s Warmblood mare at seventeen point three. Oh she loved tall horses’. Yeah he is but his only a big teddy bear. And thanks, passion is something every girl has. The stallion snorted and nudged her affectionately oh yes he loved her, he was a child around her. Sniffing at the other male his large head was out in the male’s palm and he breathed warm. A nod suddenly exclaimed approval and Armelia shook her head lightly at the silly boy, he knew how to act goofy now didn’t he?
Listen to what he said about riding bareback she had to smile a little but was sitting up front so he could hold onto her instead of the stallion’s mane. Well one, I was thinking about you running behind us, which you’re not so yeah pretty much sitting behind me bareback. Second, I’m riding him because he is rather sensitive and you’re inexperienced. Third, you won’t fall if you hold onto me as well as a little of his mane but don’t tug it or we’ll both fall. Anything else you want to ask? She understood that the thought of getting into trouble tempted him and had to smile. So he was a bad boy after all huh? Loop snorted and flicked his ears feeling the male sitting upon his back behind Armelia. But he didn’t move only showed an ear back showing Alto he was listening. She heard him say it was high and looked at him over her shoulder with a smirk upon her lips. Oh but this is nothing. Try being at least half the size and trying on a horse like this? She joked lightly until taking the improvised reins in her hand and turned Loop with them. She could easily show him what she meant.
The feeling of sitting on his back was great until she heard a high voice. Looking towards the barn she saw one of the stable hands. Oh shit! Hold tight, we’re going to make a run for it and if you’re about to fall either jump off or pull me closer so I’ll know. Loop, run. She learned a little forward while turning the stallion. The Oldenburg didn’t need to be asked twice, his large strides pulled forth and he set off from a walk to canter in one go. Feeling almost as if they were in a race the female followed his moves but was wary of Mat sitting on the back. She moved Loop the easiest way and the stallion turned from reckless running to a smooth dream canter. He seemed to glide, forth in fast motion, ears perked showing how much he loved it, and nostrils flared and released oxygen. He hadn’t been ridden for a couple of days due to sale but was still in his same form. Looking forward she saw a log in the way and frowned, they had to jump. Who knew how many Amy had sent after them to get the stud back. Maybe none, maybe many. She giggled lightly at the thought amused by the whole scene. She just hoped Matt was up for this because this was either going to send him over the log hurt or he could take her with him or he was well balanced and followed her movements. She counted in her mind; Lo understood everything and gathered his head as well as legs. Within a quick second the large horse flew over the log and landed as smooth as he always did. She felt him on the ground and eased him, murmuring a hushed ‘ptroo’ and the stallion slowed from trot to walk. She sat up and looked to see if he was alright but even more importantly, if he was alive and on the stallions back.
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Post by BeLuna on Mar 15, 2009 18:24:19 GMT -6
Matt had to admit it; he liked this girl's spunk. And there was something about her that toned down the badass in him...just a little. When he was with his friends, he was swearing and cursing, getting into fights and trouble just to impress them. With her, he felt like he had to hold back a little to impress her. Matt didn't even realize that his palm was within range of the horse's nose until he felt warm breath on it and jerked his hand away quickly, afraid that the horse might bite him or something. Instead the stallion nodded his head almost comically, causing Matt to smile a little. "I hope that means he likes me," he joked.
On the stallion, he had to admit he was slightly scared. He was never scared racing cars, illegally of course, or hurtling around dangerous corners on motorcycles. But sitting up here behind Armelia with naught but her slim and oh-so-attractive frame to keep him in place, he was a little afraid. His arms wrapped around her tightly, mostly because he didn't want to fall off and partly because she felt nice. He had been slightly distracted before by the suggestion of him riding the stallion, but now sitting behind her he remembered what she had said: "And he won’t bite you, he’s just jealous that you got his girl." That made Matt smile a little, only for a moment, because she was talking again. "N-no questions," he said with a small smile; he was the one stuttering now. He smirked back at her as best he could, but even the cool guy who was smooth in all situations was a little shaken by being atop a horse.
His head followed hers to the voice near the barn. "Oh crap!" he exclaimed and barely had time to grip harder with his legs before the horse had shot off, the ground rushing by underneath them. If he was caught riding a horse with a pretty girl, there would be some harsh words with the owner, he was sure. Still, he didn't have much time to think about that as the wind blew his hair back and the stallion settled into a smooth...what was it called? He wanted to say cant, but that didn't seem right. Whatever it was, it was fast and it wasn't bouncing him up and down. Then, he saw it. "We're not going to jump that, are we?" he asked frantically, unsure if he would be able to stay on a horse that was jumping. There was no time to answer because his stomach lifted up into his throat and they were in the air and then over, his arms gripping tighter onto Armelia and his balance the only thing keeping him from falling off.
Finally, the stallion slowed to a stop and Armelia looked back at him to see if he was okay. Her face was mere inches from his and he managed a small smile, trying to regain his composure and not taking his arms from around her. "Warn me next time you're going to do something crazy like that, 'kay?" Secretly, though, he liked that element of surprise. [/center] |
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Post by Free on Mar 16, 2009 2:45:20 GMT -6
[/color] She smiled and stroke the stallion. Well, more or less like he has accepted you as an acquaintance and he’ll probably want your respect because of his ego. She scratched the back of his ear and the silky lips moved showing how much he enjoyed it. As she heard him stutter she had to smile a little, looks like they switched didn’t they? Not as easy as cars now is there? But she followed how her stallion ran, she had ridden him since he was three and he knew just what she meant when her weight either adjusted or she tightened around his barrel. Feeling his arms tightly around her waist she blushed. She had not thought of this through now had she? But his arms rested around her waist made her comforted almost, she didn’t know how, wow she was weird now wasn’t she? But hearing his frantic voice made her pity him. First day of riding and he was going to feel how it was to fly. We can’t go around, it’s blocking the exit. Her voice was almost dreamy and extremely soft due to her loving the jumping sensation.
Loop did really sore over. He was a massive horse but when you looked at him up close you could see nothing bad in him. He snorted lightly and collected his head when he felt Armelia slowing his pace, ears flicked and he turned his head looking curiously at the pair wondering what was wrong. Flicking his tail as well he felt her release the improvised reins and started grazing. Armelia had no problem with adjusting to the stallion’s body and as she turned to listen to his voice blushed feverishly when she noticed how close they were. Surprised and shocked the female backed away only to resolute that she fell backwards and landed on the ground with a thump. Being a little surprised as well Lo moved to the side nervously but didn’t flinch seeing as he knew too well what an inexperienced rider could do. Sniffing at Armelia’s face ears flicked nervously, was she alright? She wasn’t hurt bad was she? His lips went over her and she opened her eyes. She felt a tickle over her chest only to see the silky lips of Hello Goodbye lipping her neck and chest to see if she was awake. No! Lo, stop! It tickles! The female tried to stop him while laughing.
He got insulted, here he was trying to help her stay awake and she laughed and told him to stop? How unthankful she was. The horse snorted and moved his head away letting Armelia sit up straight. She put her hair back in the pony tail seeing as certain someone had pulled many strands out of it already. Looking up at Matt the female stood up and brushed away the dirt from her skirt. She remembered the skirt now and blushed again; he didn’t see anything did he? She hoped he hadn’t because if he did she would probably die on the spot. Taking the halter in her hand she looked at him, half smile was put upon her lips and she spoke to him with a hint of stutter again. We c-can walk b-back it y-you like t-the ground better. Lo sighed gently and stood there waiting to see if the male would dismount him or not. Armelia however was trying to calm her nerve, she felt like she was almost burning, why had he gotten so much feelings into her? Had he drugged her or something? She knew she accused him without thinking and yelled at herself again, her heart was deciding this not her, she just had to go with the flow, right?
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Post by BeLuna on Mar 17, 2009 15:23:11 GMT -6
Hearing her say that the stallion wanted his respect was a little odd, because how could he respect a horse? Or rather, how could a horse know if he respected it or not? There was no time to think about that, however, because she had already decided for them that they were going to fly over a log and he had to put all of his concentration into just staying on the horse. The landing was smooth and they both managed to stay on somehow, but apparently his closeness shocked Armelia a little. When she turned to look at him, her face turned scarlet and she backed up a little...but there was nowhere to back up.
Matt reached for her to catch her, his arms already close around her, but her thin frame slipped from his grasp and she fell off the horse. And he was left on the horse. With nothing to hold onto and a pretty girl lying, possibly hurt, on the ground. Loop shifted underneath him and Matt slid off awkwardly, careful not to hurt the stallion but in the process falling right on his back next to the girl who was being 'attacked' by her own horse. "I take it that means you're okay, then?" he grunted, sitting up with a stiff back. He was going to feel that fall in the morning. Since he had been so concentrating on getting off the stallion to help her, he had not seen anything up her skirt, unfortunately, although he almost wished he had.
He would have helped her to stand up, but she brushed herself off and stood up by herself before he could even stand up and offer a hand. He stood up slowly, brushing dirt from his buttocks and grinning good-naturedly at her. "My first fall from a horse, I guess," he joked, hoping to get the stutter out of her voice again. Matt thought it was cute, yet the stuttering made it a little difficult to understand her. "Yea, I think we should walk back. What are we going to say if they say anything, though? We should think up some sort of excuse or story, like we saw a horse getting away and had to go after it or something," he said, offering his hand to her to start walking, his smile charming and warm. [/center] |
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Post by Free on Mar 18, 2009 2:29:57 GMT -6
[/color] The stallion felt the male suddenly go off his back but slid off and fell on his back. He spooked to the side and snorted until he tickled her some more. Armelia sighed when he gave up and turned to see Matt on his back as well. Ah, well everyone experiences the first fall, he is growing up she thought giggling to herself. She probably looked rather goofy laughing to herself. Loop got worried again and sniffed her but was gently pushed away by her slim palm. Yeah, should I say I’m hurt so you can be the hero? She looked at him with a gentle expression until standing. She patted the stallions arched neck and she listened to his joke. Well at least he still had his charm huh? She wasn’t the type to be fooled by it but she kind of liked it, made her feel safer then before. She made the improvised go back to their original form of a lead rope and smiled at him, lips moved gently while she spoke. Well it’s better doing that now then when you were small, you have no idea how many times I came home crying after hurting my bottom. She joked back, her stuttering was long lost forgotten because she wasn’t thinking about it.
Looking towards the direction of the barn she thought about his words but had to laugh when he came with the explanation of seeing a lost horse. Well, there’s just one problem with that story. We were seen, the horse wasn’t there, no prints other then Loop’s shoed ones. But what about this? We could say he was restless and took a ride when you panicked? She looked at him with a soft easeful look. She really was warming up wasn’t she? Seeing his hand as he offered it to walk she didn’t really know what to do. Should she take it or not? She knew if Amy saw them he would probably get in trouble but, he was about her age, wasn’t he? Deciding to try and stay calm she took it, her slim palm seemed almost fragile in his and she clicked her tongue to the Oldenburg. Lo shook his head lightly but moved his strides in a calm and gentle walk beside her. His breath was calm and he didn’t look like he had just been out in a run and jumped over a log. It was more the opposite. He looked like he was up for a second good run for all that mattered. She smiled at him but held his lead in case he decided to do any funny attractions; he was after all, a jealous stud.
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