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Post by archer william viara on Feb 4, 2013 13:41:35 GMT -5
And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are As the sun rose in the sky on the mildly warm Saturday morning, Archer mounted his trusty stallion Black Velvet. The Friesian wasn't like most stallions, he was calm and not very jumpy. Whereas other stallions were full of fire, here and there and everywhere all at once. Not Boo. Archer smiled at his black beauty, stroking the equine's neck and murmuring kind words. "Come on, big guy. We're going for a ride today." He said softly. The horse responded with a soft snort and a flick of an ear. Archer proceeded to groom his horse, cleaning his hooves as well, in preparation for the ride. He was planning on going to the lake today to think and be on his own. Get away from the commotion of the school. As he saddled Boo up and mounted him, he whistled softly for a nearby barn staff worker to open the doors so Archer could leave. After the staff did as told, the instructor walked Boo out into the waiting world. The birds sang their morning songs as the rising sun set the world on fire with a soft red and orange hue. Morning was Archer's favorite time of day, and night. He loved the colors of morning and dusk. Soon he had the stallion warmed up and picked up the pace to a steady trot, holding the reins where they needed to be, and directing the stallion toward the lake.
It wasn't long before they arrived and Archer pulled Boo to a gentle stop, dismounting the horse and taking off the bridle and saddle, as well as the saddle blanket. Clipping on the lead rope he brought with him, Archer led the friesian to the edge of the lake where he bowed his head and started to drink the cool water. Archer sat beside his drinking horse, lightly leaning against the stallion's leg, and watched the lake as he listened to the sounds of nature around him. The sounds of the birds around him calmed the instructor, temporarily freeing him from his anxiety. He thought back to the man in the barn who had opened the stable doors for him. archer could think of a hundred different ways, right here right now, of how to kill the guy. How Archer himself would enjoy it. The man suddenly clutched his ears, closing his eyes tight and drawing his knees to his chest. "No. No no no no." He muttered, pushing the thoughts of murder away. He knew these kind of thoughts were a serious matter, but he refused to see someone about it. He didn't want to be labeled as some kind of freak. Open to just one person please. I get confused if there's more than one person |
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Post by Azaria Montgomery on Feb 4, 2013 21:04:41 GMT -5
 
What she wouldn’t give for an ounce of sleep at this point. After mentally damning herself and her mind, she had thrown off the covers and paced the floors of her home. It was just a way to pass the time but it wasn’t long before she’d thrown on some clothes and headed out the door. As her boots hit the solid ground, her body was met with the warmth of the rising sun and the outside air. She pulled the brim of her cowboy hat further down, allowing it to shade her sienna colored eyes as she stepped foot inside her Ford truck. As it rumbled down the road, she watched the land blur and fade into one another and as the sun rose higher so did the heat. She turned her head back onto the road, eyes focusing on anything but the thoughts lurking in her mind. She gripped the steering wheel tighter as she turned onto the gravel drive of the barn. She quickly parked her truck and entered the barn, and was happy to realize she was alone.
She inhaled sharply, letting the scents of horses and hay fill her senses and relax her tense muscles. She wandered down the aisle way, greeting the horses by name and giving attention to a select few. She halted at one shadowy stall and clucked gently. Within the back corner, something shifted and moved. A soft, sleepy nicker responded and the lazy shuffling of hooves brought the red roan stallion into view. With a smile, the blonde stroked his face and smile as the Quarter mix nibbled fondly on her hat. It was clear that he was mildly groggy and with an exaggerated yawn, watched as Azaria grabbed hold of his halter and lead rope. Placing it on his face, she led him to the cross ties and groomed him. ”How does a nice swim in the lake sound,” she inquired towards Pride, watching as his head lifted up and his ears pricked forwards. An excited whicker left his lips and Azaria grinned as she groomed him. She removed his halter and looped the detached lead rope around his neck. She grabbed a fist full of mane and pulled herself up onto his bare back, deciding that the tack would only get in the way.
Pride nickered happily as the duo entered the outdoors and headed for the trails. Azaria let him move at a leisurely walk as she took in the sights and sounds. The distant hum of song birds in the air helped comfort her and made her forget the problems weighing on her mind. It wasn’t long before Pride dragged her attention back onto him as he snorted, leaning his neck against the rope to indicate he wanted to go faster. She patted his neck and as they moved into a trot, the view of the lake grew closer. She braced herself for her stallion’s response and just within seconds, Pride shifted into a gallop and charged forwards towards the lake. Knowing she couldn’t back down on her promise, Ria felt the water splash up against her skin and she laughed, shaking her head as Pride pawed the water, clearly overjoyed being in the middle of the lake. She scratched his neck fondly before movement in the distance caught her attention. Squinting against the morning sun, she spotted another pair across the way. She gave a soft tug on the lead rope and encouraged Pride towards the pair. Her eyes landed upon the man who’d been coiled up against his stunning Freisian. Curiosity grew within her eyes but instead of asking what was wrong, diverted her attention to the muscular horse beside him. ”He’s a beauty,” she commented, eyes scanning the horse and trying to identify him from her memory. ”Boo, if I’m not mistaken,” she added mindlessly, words she thought were spoken mentally entered the air. She stiffened slightly and gave an apologetic smile towards the man. ”Sorry, I work at the barn. I’m Azaria,” she gave a warm smile and as her eyes smiled back at him, she waited to see if he’d be remotely interested in answering.
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Post by archer william viara on Feb 6, 2013 10:35:53 GMT -5
And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are The large stallion seemed to know something was wrong, and dipped his nose toward Archer with a reassuring soft whinny. Archer clung to the sound of his horse, a hand stroking the gentle animal's chin. It was then that a voice reached the instructor's ears and he looked up, eyes curious. For the moment, his violent thoughts had passed. His emerald eyes watched her every movement, taking in every feature she had. She was beautiful. He smile a bit and got to his feet, brushing grass off his butt and walking up to her. "Uh, thank you. He is pretty handsome." Archer chuckled softly and looked at Boo, who snorted softly in content that Archer seemed to be alright for now. "Yeah, well his name is Black Velvet but he was born on Halloween and given his coat color, I named him Boo." Archer smiled sheepishly, glancing back at the friesian stallion with pride. He looked at her again when she introduced herself. "Archer Viara. I'm the director for the western program." He offered his hand to shake her hand, a kind smile on his face. "Do you come out here often?" He asked curiously. "I come out every day for some relaxation before and after my classes." He said, looking at the stallion as he stepped a few feet into the lake, so the water swished around his black ankles. Sorry it is low quality. My muse for him is kind of down at the moment): |
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Post by Azaria Montgomery on Feb 6, 2013 20:21:12 GMT -5
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Ooc: Pshh! It's alright! :) No worries! :)
It was a moment or two before the man finally looked up at her, his eyes roving her features with open ease. Azaria gave a polite smile, nodding her head in acknowledgement towards him as she absorbed his own appearance. He was a gentle, and almost brooding yet rugged type of handsome in a sense. There was some sort of delicateness about him that Azaria picked up on. It was unusual, almost surreal that he possessed such a boyish-like charm about him. Never the less, she was mildly intrigued and curious about the man as he stood up from his seat on the ground and approached her. Pride snorted with indifference, more so fixated upon the fact that he wanted to head back into the water, and even with his water soaked rider, he wanted a swim. Ria patted his neck softly, feeling the moisture beneath her fingertips before turning her attention back onto the man. ”You’re welcome,” she grinned, eyes smiling as she observed the pair before her.
She listened to his explanation as to how Boo gained his name and she smiled, giving a gentle laugh. ”A fitting name in a sense, but working around him, I have a feeling he wouldn’t hurt a fly,” she remarked, her words gently carrying on her laughter for her. When he got around to introducing himself, she shook his outstretched hand with ease. ”It’s a pleasure to meet you, Archer,” she stated politely, listening to Pride nicker as if to remind her that she may have forgotten something. ”This here is Ain’t Misbehavin’, or mostly known as Pride,” she grinned as she scratched his neck and the stallion gave a happy whinny at the attention. She slid off of his back and landed on the ground and heard the noise her soaked boots made when she collided with the earth. She sighed, gazing back at Pride who nudged her gently, ears pricked forwards as she gave him a look that clearly said wearing boots was a bad idea. ”Not as often as I’d like to,” she answered his inquiry, her eyes trailing back over towards him. ”So, if someone comes askin’ for ya, I’ll know exactly where to find you,” she stated in a playful manner, eyes dancing with laughter as she rested a hand on Pride’s shoulder. ”I couldn’t hold it against you for comin’ out here to relax. Always seem so peaceful,” she added, turning her gaze towards the shimmering lake before them.
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