Back to Life [reed!]

[Reminiscent]

Samantha Kravann & Saracen && Lithian &&& Heroic Conquest &&&& Adamfeild Blazer
Sam & Cyrus && Lith &&& Hero &&&& Adam
Human & German Sheperd && German Sheperd &&& Irish Hunter &&& Andulasian.

Sam had left the police unit twice, once with horses the second time with dogs. Now she was headed back to South Blues the place where she used to ride her four past horses as a child. A large black horse box with space for four horses and a living area drove down the lane and toward the stable again. Two horses in the back both EX police horses, two greman sheperds sat up front, one mostly black with tan points and the other the natural black and tan coloring. Cyrus the nearly all black dog sat closest to Sam while Lith sat near the window.

Everyone within the veichle was EX police of sorts, two were of the equine division, two of the canine but one of both. Turning the horsebox into the yard and finding a space to park it where she could unload her horses and stable them. Cutting the engine and jumping out of the truck calling out her dogs who both jumped out after her, but didn't bark or even make a sound. Both Cyrus and Lith returned to there humans side as she shut the door and then walked to the back of the truck.

Undoing all the latches to the ramp she slowly brought it down to reveal two huge horses, One pure black and standing in and 17 hands, while the other was bay with white socks and a black mane stood at 18 hands. The boys stood paitently waiting to be called out. Opening the gates that held the horses apart she walked out of the box the dogs still at her sides. Then soon she was being followed by two huge horses.

"C'mon boys we need to shut this up and get you into your stalls" she said to the two horses who seemed to be completely happy standing at her side now off of the ramp the two stallions stood waiting while the ramp was put back up and the box was closed completely. Cy sat beside Adam and Lith beside Hero. Hero being the black and Adam being the bay. All the animals waited for there hmuan to be done. None had leads, the dogs had 'choke' chains and the hroses had leather halters with there names on the cheek straps engraved into silver plates. Heroic Conquest on the blacks and Adamfeild Blazer on the bays.

Once the horsebox was all locked up Sam called for her animals to follow her to the barn. Both stallions came straight to there masters side and the canines stayed at there chosen horses side. Both dogs stood in at three feet tall. Sam lead the group toward the barn and entered it. Walking to her horses new stalls she snet the boys into there chosen stables and closed the gates behind them. Cyrus and Lith still at there humans sides. Sam now stood stroking Hero over his gate.

[rεεd!]

redford simply couldn't take it anymore. he had to get out of this stupid apartment. he'd just showered and had nothing to do for the remainder of the day. stepping toward his closet, his eyes wandered over the wide variety of breeches he owned. some were white, others were black, but the majority were a crisp beige. he snatched a pair of olive green full-seated pants and slipped them on over his tiny boxer-briefs. so far, so good; it didn't seem like he'd gained any weight. over a period of about five minutes, he slipped into his knee-high field boots and shrugged on an ebony-hued tee from urban outfitters. this wasn't his usual stable ensemble, but it would certainly do. grabbing his pearly troxel helmet and riding gloves, he headed toward the door. thank god he was ready; he needed to let himself chill out. grooming horses always seemed to calm the man down.

the ride to the stable was relaxing. his bmw hummed quietly as he swerved down the road. drinking and driving, baby. a couple of beers before leaving never hurt anyone (or did they?). his head was already aching by the time he reached the barn. parking next to a blazer, he hopped from the car and stumbled his way toward timothy's stall. the majestic gelding had been contently nibbling at his meadow hay when the semi-drunk boy approached him. "ay, buddy," he cooed affectionately to the horse. with his response being a soft snort, the horse stamped his hoof but then went back to eating. he seemed to be in a reasonably good mood, and that was fine by redford. no need to cause trouble with an animal roughly 11 hundred pounds heavier than him. heading toward the tack room, he thought over which brush he wanted to use first. it really depended on what condition theo's coat was in. if he'd been rolling, the curry comb would probably be best. otherwise, he'd just play with his mane, maybe even practice braiding.

trotting back to tim's stall with a bucket full of brushes and combs, he plopped it down on the concrete in front of the horse. with a disgruntled head toss, the zealous gelding tried his best to ignore redford's distractions. the hay was much more appealing than being groomed, apparently. redford chose the dandy brush first, figuring the horse was moderately dirty. he stepped gingerly into the stall, baby talking timothy the whole time. "who's daddy's boy? that's right, you are," murmured redford, showing a side of himself that few people got to see. then again, he was a bit tipsy. it probably wasn't that smart to go out and groom a horse while under the influence. redford, however, didn't often use his common sense. he offered the brush for the horse to smell, though timothy was hardly interested. he went on eating while the boy ran the brush over the hardly appreciative horse's coat. the barn was quiet...for now.

soft tunes wafted through the air, the local radio station providing the music. floating its way into redford's ears, the lush felt overwhelmed by the music. a couple of michelob ultras seemed to have done the trick. the light-hearted harmony by none other than the mamas and the papas caused the tall boy's hands to start moving in a rhythmic pattern, the brush going along with the beat. not long after, redford heard the roar of an engine and a car door slam. someone else seemed to be at the stable. he wasn't too interested in figuring out who it was, though he was somewhat lonely. grooming tim-o was so calming, redford felt tempted to hop on his back, though that probably wouldn't be the best idea since they weren't out in the pasture. who knows if the big gelding might get a bit over-excited. he didn't want to risk it.

once the dandy brush had removed a patch of dried manure from the horse's rump, redford tossed it back in the bucket and picked up a large body brush. he tucked his hand inside of the elastic band and began dragging it over the gelding's smooth coat. muscles rippled as he stood, his skin twitching every once in a while when a fly decided to land on him. soft bristles moved through the horse's black hair, pulling out sawdust and dirt. once he finished off grooming timothy's legs, redford dropped the brush into the light blue bucket. whistling the soft melody coming from the speakers overhead, redford found himself grateful for the music. the horses must have enjoyed it as well, for several of them were pacing around their stalls, snorting and whatnot. not a moment later, redford noticed something--or someone--out of the corner of his eye. "shit!" he squealed, a hand clapping over his mouth in regret. fuck! taking a deep breath, he placed his hand over his quickly beating heart. with a deep sigh, he spoke again. "whoa, you scared me."

time for a cigarette. getting a good scare always called for a cowboy killer. pulling the pack of marlboro reds from his back pocket, he placed a white cancer stick between his lips and lit it with a match, then threw it aside, stamping it with his field boot afterward. if tonight went well and he sobered up quickly, he'd probably take him on a ride later, which was exactly what he was purchased for--trail rides. a hanoverian; what a wonderful all-round animal. on my own time ( also known as timothy ) had been a gift from his father. that man was too wealthy for his own good. sucking on his cigarette, he ashed it in the aisle like the redneck he was. he really had no manners, regardless of how much money he had. you can take the boy out of the trailer, but you can't take the trailer out of the boy; figuratively speaking, of course.

leaning over the half-opened stall, he propped his elbows up on the dutch door, chin in his hands. "they're gorgeous," he complimented, looking curiously at the stallions.

ooc: enjoy the length, because you'll never get one this long again. hahahaha. i had it saved from another site.

[Reminiscent]

Glancing over her shoulder the two german sheperds turned on there heels to face the person who spoke, while the two stallions brought there heads up to face the person... Turning around slowly and crossing her arms infront of her Sam glared at the guy who seemed to show no care for the animals or other people here. The dogs sat one either side of there human both watching the careless stranger with half hate and half protection showing in there body language... The stallions calmed slightly and wandered into there stalls further both still watching the careless stranger who there owner seemed already to have a disliking for...

"Excuse me, but I don't care who scared you got by my presence or that of my equine or canine companions, but would you care to think more for the saftey and hygeine of the other people and animals around here by not lighting your cigarette's in the stable and then putting them out in the aisle. There are many things in here that will burn and fast causing each of the animals and any human harm."

She was polite about her near warning but stern at the same time, being out of the police would be something new for her to get used to... Still watching the man and his horse who seemed un-phased by his masters wrekless actions... What motivation dose someone have to smoke, let alone light a smoke around horses and in an enclosed space... If Sam managed to bump into Amy on her travels around the barn she may well request the woman to forbid smoking in any equine facilitys... Then the guy complimented her two stallions who now, after there owners warning stood once again watching the people...

"Thank you, both are EX police like myself and my dogs. Your horse seems too at ease around you smoking otherwise he seems like a nice horse... I'm sorry I guess, i've only just left the police so have to get used to life outside of there..."

Her tone as before nice calm but also stern. But she meant what she had said after all, this guy was the first person she had met since returning to South Blues Stables so she didn't need him going around telling everyone lies about her being a bad and very strict person. After all once you got through the bomb-proof shell Sam really was a fun person to be around...