Boarding Activity Check: JULY 2009

[Wyndlily Sharphowl]

In order to keep your stall at Four Star Farms, you must post a full roleplay log here once a month. This is to ensure that stalls are only taken up by active members of our community. If you fail to post a roleplay log, your stall will be removed in the next dream update and you will have to apply to board here all over again.

There is a new topic made for each month. In the first post, you'll see a list of all of the horses currently boarding at FSF. When you've completed your roleplay for the month, simply copy/paste the logs into a reply to that post. Your name will be crossed out on the list and you will be all set until the next month.


ROLEPLAY RULES

--The roleplay must take place at Four Star Farms.
--The roleplay may be with *any* character, as long as it is not your own. You can roleplay with staff, another boarding horse, a feral cat, whatever.
--The roleplay may be with more than two people.
--The roleplay must consist of at least three posts from each person involved.
--If two boarded horses roleplay with each other, it counts for BOTH of them. However, each player needs to post the logfile themselves. This ensures that you have an active, working forum account and that you are checking the forum regularly.
--When you first start boarding at FSF, your 'confirmation' roleplay with a staff member DOES count for your first month, but you must remember to post it here.

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Horses boarded at FSF for the month of July 2009:

Devonshire
Royal Assault
Lady Gray
Kotori Chisholm (on vacation thru the 18th, still needs to post)
Put On My Blinkers
Slapdash
Jumpstart
Fabienne
Motley Crew

Reply here with your one required roleplay for the month of July!

[Carlia]

From July 10th, 2009.

Devonshire meandered around the perimeter of the paddock, watching his pasturemate from the corner of his eye. He was in a frisky mood, the cool evening giving him muse to cause trouble. Tossing his head, he let out a loud snort.

Lady Gray lipped some grass, not truly hungry as she had been grazing all day. She moved forward a little, thingying a hind hoof. Raising her head, she eyed her pasture buddy warily. She shook her head and snorted back at him, then went back to grazing. She wasn't in the mood for his antics, although she was rather bored.

Devonshire flicked his tail violently, warding off a fly, then took off at a trot, parading across the enclosure. After several strides, he lowered his head, kicking up his hindlegs in a mighty buck.
Lady Gray stopped idly lipping the grass to raise her head once more and watch the other horse. She stomped a hind hoof and broke into a trot, away from the Thoroughbred, then stopped and bucked herself, hindlegs kicking out with joy.

Lady Gray stopped idly lipping the grass to raise her head once more and watch the other horse. She stomped a hind hoof and broke into a trot, away from the Thoroughbred, then stopped and bucked herself, hindlegs kicking out with joy.

(rp cut short due to irl events)

[chisholm]

Winnie Sharphowl smiled as she finally finished with her last stall to change the bedding in, and went out to see her mare that was still in the paddock, as she told the other stable hand to keep her out. Entering the paddock, she would move over to the mare slowly, talking to her as she went. "Hey girl." She would smile as she watched the equine graze quietly, only the sounds of the few birds chirping, and the mare grinding her teeth as she grazed was heard.

Chisholm was grazing along in the pasture in the quiet of the young night. The sun had fallen behind the trees already, and she was beginning to feel forgotten out here. Normally, she was being taken in before the sun was completely gone. The night didn't scare her all the much though. Having been born on a reservation, she wasn't a stranger to being outside at night, even if that was years ago. She continued to graze in the pasture, knowing it wasn't like grazing out in open land. She didn't have to be quite as cautious about night prowlers, but soon enough she did hear something or someone coming. Footsteps on the stone pathway were hear. They were obviously not an animal because it was neither the hooves of a horse, nor the paws of a dog or wolf. It was shoes, so she assumed it would be the stable hand to bring her in for the evening. Head lifted to watch the furre approach, which, to her surprise, was Winnie. Now more comfortable with her owner, Chisholm pranced up to the gate to meet Win. Her mane flew about and landed in her face as she tossed her head a bit to show off. It hadn't been trimmed in a while so it covered her face for the most part. She'd come closer to Winnie as she spoke, giving her a nudge on the shoulder as she approached.

Winnie Sharphowl smiled, watching the mare come to her. It was an amazing feeling to have a bond like this with an animal. Stroking the mare's muzzle, she would coo, "Hey girl. Ready to go in?" 'Course, the mare probably would be fine either way, seeing as the grass out here was green, and not a hint of brown. Taking the lead rope, she would hook it to the mare's halter. Stopping for a moment, she would unhook the lead, and would re-hook it to the side, and would tie the end of the lead to the other side, making make-shift reins. Bringing them over the mare's neck, she would hesitate, not knowing if the mare was ever ridden bareback or not.

Chisholm whinnied a bit at the furre's words again. She was happy to be with her owner. With not other horses around, Winnie was all she had. Nakota mare missed the openness of the wild and trails, but she has been receiving good treatment here at her new home. The paddocks were big enough for her to really get a run out of her. Even the lessons let her stretch her legs quite a bit, even though she could do without all the tack. When Winnie hooked the lead rope onto the halter, Chizzy knew it was time for bed. However, the mare was confused when Win repositioned the lead rope to make reins. At first, she didn't know what her owner was doing, but when the lead rope fell across her back in the familiar position of reins, she knew what was going on. Obviously, there was no tack around, so the mare assumed the furre would attempt a bareback ride. Chizzy was well built for bareback riding, with a nice slope to her spine, and soft sides. Even the untrimmed mane was good at this point, for it would give extra long extensions to any type of hold Win might need. Chizzy remained still, and would allow the furre to try her might bareback, even though the horse wondered if she could get up on her back without any stirrups to stick her feet into, and no stepping block.

Winnie Sharphowl patted the Nakota mare's back, "Good girl, easy now." Taking a deep breath, and placing both hands on the mare's back, and taking the reins in one hand. Hopping twice, so on the third time, she hoisted herself, or attempted too, on the mare's back. Though couldn't get up high enough, and ended up kicking the mare slightly in the rump. "Oh! Sorry girl." Sighing, she would think. "Hate being so short, Chizzy." She would laugh, before thinking of a strategy for a step-stool.

Chisholm stayed still for the furre to hop up, but when that didn't work out, Chizzy got a kick in the rump. She reared a bit, moving a way, then circled around again toward the apologetic tone of Winnie. Mare knew it was an accident. Obviously, her rider was too short to jump up on her own, and Chizzy knew just what to do to help. Roan mare folded her legs under her body to lowered herself to the ground. She settled down to the cool grass, and would allow the rider to climb up on her back this way. Winnie would just have to hang on to Chizzy's mane to stay on when she got back up.

Winnie Sharphowl let go of the reins as she mare reared slightly. Stroking her neck, she would smile when she returned. "Thanks girl." Watching the mare kneel, she would smile, "It's like you know, isn't it?" Gently climbing on top of her back, she would reach behind and stroke her rump, "Sorry girl." Hanging onto the make-shift reins, along with a handful of her mane, ready for the mare to get up.

Chisholm, step by step, righted herself up to all fours, trying to do it carefully so her rider would not slip off. Once Chizzy was up, she tossed her head a couple times to make sure she had her head in these make-shift reins. With no bit, it would be a little harder for her to know what Winnie wanted her to do. Kicks and nudges in the side would be felt much more than the movements of the "reins." If Winnie managed to hang on, mare would walk around anyway without command, getting the feel for bareback riding since it had been a while since the last time she was ridden bareback.

Winnie Sharphowl smiled, hanging on and keeping her balance as the mare righted herself up. Leaning forward once she was on all fours, she would pat her neck, "Thanks, girl." She loved this bond she had with her roan mare, even if she wasn't an eventing horse. She was a good 'just chill' horse, for an evening like this. Feeling the horse move, she would just relax as she rode, moving with the horses movements, enjoying the night like it was.

Chisholm kept walking around a bit as Winnie didn't direct her to do anything different. Soon enough, the mare wondered if she could get away with some trotting since the night's breeze was so comfortable, she could tolerate some light trotting before bed. Chizzy eased her speed up a bit, waiting for any indication from her rider to do otherwise, and if she wasn't stopped, she'd continue into the trot. If Chizzy was allowed to trot, she'd do circles around the paddock, weaving around the few trees that were enclosed in the pasture.

Winnie Sharphowl laughed happily, feeling the mare speed up her gait. She would hang on by her thighs, making sure to keep the pressure off of the mare's sides, and would hang on with her knees, along with still gripping the mare's mane. This definitely took the stress off of her competitions.

Chisholm continued to trot about as Winnie didn't object to it. It was a good relaxation for the horse that usually just got boring exercise regimes from the warm up riders. The same thing everyday got monotonous for the mare who grew up with no limitations. She had made a good adjustment to domesticated life, but running was always a pleasure. Paddocks and rings could only keep her occupied for so long. As she ran around the enclosure with Winnie holding firm on her back, Chizzy was still curious as to how much she could get away with. She wasn't too sure about how good of a bareback rider Win was, but she loved the feeling of no tack that her speed got away from her. Before she knew it, Chisholm was already setting up to canter around the paddock, whether or not Win had issued the command for it.

Winnie Sharphowl would sense what was coming, and would grip tighter, and would slightly squeeze with her calves, allowing the mare to transition into a canter without hesitation. Laughing out loud, she would steer the mare the best she could around trees, and around the paddock, keeping her balance the best she could. After what seemed like awhile cantering, she would sit back, and gently pull back on the "reins". "Easy girl, slow 'er down." If the mare obeyed, she would lean forward, and wrap her arms around her neck and smile.

Chisholm gratefully cantered about, trying not to turn to hard around trees and such. Since Winnie had let her go with the canter, she'd obey when she felt the halter being pulled back on her. It was actually a pretty weird feeling to have the whole halter pulled back like that with no bit from a bridle, but Chizzy knew what was wanted of her. She slowed down to a trot, then back into a leasurely walk around the paddock. She got that wild energy out of her now, so she was content to return back to the slower pace.

Winnie Sharphowl smiled, feeling as the mare obeyed and slowed to a trot, and then a walk. After she got done hugging her, she would pull back a little more, and finally say, "Whoa." If the mare obeyed, she would dismount, and would take the lead off, and correctly hook it onto the proper placing, though would allow the mare to graze, if she'd like.

Chisholm felt the girl hug her around the neck and then pull back on the halter again with its weird feeling and all. She'd stop and allow Winnie to slip off the side, assuming its easier to dismount bareback than it is to mount bareback. Once Win re-hooked the lead rope to its proper position, she'd remain with her head lifted as she did not like eating directly after a run, plus, she had been grazing for some time before the ride anyway.

Winnie Sharphowl smiled, watching the mare. "Alright girl. Lets bring you in for the night." Opening the gate, she would slowly lead the mare back to her stall for the night, waving to one of the stablehands that finished their nightly chores.

Chisholm followed along behind Winnie as she was led out of the paddock. She'd give little nudges at her back to show that she liked the sporadic bareback riding tonight as they walked back to the barn together.

[motley]

From July 17, 2009.

Saera's boots clip-clopped against the pathway as she made her way down the stalls. She could almost be mistaken for a horse, what with her brisk pace and energetic demeanor. It was morning feeding time, and the feline was making her rounds, seeing if any horses went unfed. She paused at an unfamiliar face, despite his full feeder; she barely seemed to notice. "Hey, boy," she smiled in at him, carefully keeping a wide distance as not to startle the horse.

Motley Crew paced in his stall agitatedly. His owner hadn't come by for a day or two now, and the high-strung stallion hadn't been ridden in a while. This culminated in him being very energetic and trying to find all new ways to get in trouble. He was in the process of disturbing the horse in the adjoining stall when he heard a sound of someone - a horse? - approaching. Mot pricked his ears and shoved his muzzle against the bars of his stall inquiringly. He wasn't normally this friendly, but it was a quiet morning.

Saera decided not to appraoch any further; unknown stallions were sometimes better left to admire at a distance. Seeing his curious face, however, brought a giggle to her smile. The feline craned her neck to read his nameplate, Motley Crew, owned by Lilly Cicierga. "Ooh, so you're Mottie then?" Saera said, turning to his chestnut face. From where she stood she could make out his tobiano coat, lit by the neutral hall lights.

Motley Crew whinnied spiritedly, glad to at last have some attention. Mot liked having attention and showing off. Liked it a whole lot. And this furre seemed pleasant in the way she acted. So the stallion backed away and pranced around his stall, kicking up his hind legs and whinnying spiritedly. This stall was much bigger than his previous one, and he enjoyed putting on shows for people. If he could convince her to come closer somehow, then he might be able to get an apple or a carrot. Then again, most people didn't approach strange stallions.

Saera's smile broadened as she laughed at the boy's behaviour. Her curls danced on her shoulders, her hazel eyes agleam. She got a good view of his splendid proportions from this angle; he seemed to be of perfect conformation, which most favoured for Dressage. Saera, however, specialized in Show Jumping, and immediately noticed his potention in that domain. She couldn't help but be in awe and feel a flutter of excitement for Mot's sake.

Motley Crew went about the stall once last time before heading over to his feeder. It was much better being cooped up when you had an audience. He tossed his head arrogantly, messing up his mane which had been combed to near perfection earlier. It made him look disheveled and comical. With a happy grunt he buried his nose in the feeder. He hadn't had breakfast yet, although he realized how hungry he was after running around this confined space.

Saera gave the pleasurable stallion her presence for the morning, finding no excuse to leave his sight; all the chores had been done much earlier. The feline was a morning person, and could always be found in a joyous mood at sunrise. It was for this reason that she stayed longer to be entertained by the Dutch Warmblood, with a smile permanently plastered on her features. "You must be hungry, what with your performance," she said, peering in the stall. Perhaps she would advance a bit after he'd finished eating, if he was still in good spirits.

Motley Crew filled up on the barley and hay that was his normal diet to increase endurance, energy, and all that stuff. He was still invigorated. The warmblood turned his head and noticed that the furre was still watching. Most people left as soon as he started acting normal; it was nice to find someone different for a change. He trotted briskly around his stall as the food re-energized him. Once again he shoved his muzzle to the bars of his stall that separated them. This time, he caught her scent, and it registered in his mind as someone who was his friend.

Saera took a chance to approach cautiously-- with her experience, stallions are as cheerful as can be until you envade their space. Inoffensively, she showed the horse the palm of her hand, offering it for him to sniff properly. Unfortunately she was not familiar enough with him or with his owner to feed him any treats, and, besides, she wasn't carrying any on her at the moment.

Motley Crew sniffed the outstretched hand carefully. Without realizing it (since it was instinct), the stallion had become wary when the furre drew close, but wasn't aggressive enough to attack or throw a fit. And he wasn't a biter, anyway. Sure, he bucked and threw and reared and made his rider's life hell unless he was in the jumping ring, but Mot could be a perfect gentleman when he wanted to be. He nudged her hand and peered at her through the bars, and whinnied again. He liked this new boarding stable, where people didn't yell or act harsh in any way.

Saera grinned contentedly and withdrew her hand safely. She then bid him goodbye, as noon was approaching and her schedule called for other things. "See you around, Mot," she said, offering her best smile and continuing down the barn hall.

[blinkers]

Taylor Briggs was dressed in her typical riding attire this paticular morning - indigo skinny jeans, knee-high boots, and a simple yellow v-neck top. She'd decided to try something different with the filly - lunging to work the kinks out, or some of them atleast. Her right hand held the whip, while her left clung to the lead attached to the horse. Once the pair had reached the center of the indoor arena, she'd stop, giving the lead line room to flow. As Taylor backed away a bit, she'd lead the filly toward the left, whip lowered toward the ground. Her position was equally important as well - she stood behind the filly's withers, careful not to stop her. In this position too, her feet continued to move - softly, echoing in the sand. "Okay, now, if you aren't going to allow me to ride you, we'll just have to work together.." She whispered, more as if she was muttering to herself.

Blinkers was led into the arena by a familiar female, all saddle up for the most part, with the exception of having a lead still attached. She knew what was going on; she had been lunged countless times before begin ridden by the human's foals. Head tossed eagerly as the human stopped, gaze full on her as she held the whip, keeping track of the human's every muscle movement, while at the same time one aud was swiveled over to listen to what it said. The tone wasn@t quite encouraging.. But more hopeful. Snort would be let out in reply as she would begin to walk around the human in small circles, testing how much room she had to move without running the thing over. Each step was slow and high as she got her muscles ready for the work and the owing. Her muscles still felt a bit stiff.

Taylor Briggs' gaze was not on the horse, but rather the lead circling her body. She did this in order to not intimidate the filly. Taylor continued, whip slightly flying up at different movements. She'd now stare at the filly's hooves, eyeing each movement careful. The sound was a light echo, being muted by the sand itself for a period of time. Her right hand edged the whip out, forcing the horse to go outward more, to remain in a complete circle. Feet patted against the earth; it was almost as if she'd blocked out every sound but the movement of the pair's feet. It was a mind-numbing sound; relaxing. Eyes flittered, focusing back a few moments later. She sighed, coming back to reality, as she pulled the whip back in slightly.

Blinkers moved easily, each step precise and simple as she finished the first circle. Gaze fell unto the whip, which qued her to more into a wider circle around the human, gaze would shift to make sure nothing else was in the room before she would focus on the whip once more, then the human. Lips parted slightly to let out an easy murmur before head would bob slightly, steps becoming a bit faster, steps higher. Clearly she was getting bored of the slow pace and wanted to be moved into a quicker one; although she refused to do so until the human would ask her of it. She had already made a bad first impression, now was the time to fix it and prove she was indeed a well trained little mare. For a racehorse she was short, which was odd consierign all of her lines were pure Thoroughbred and raced as well. Why she had not grown to atleast 16hh was unclear, but she didn't mind at the least!

Taylor Briggs had noticed the filly becoming ancy at the least; she'd soon raise the whip a tad higher, her pace rising as well. Taylor's tongue would also echo a click, signaling the mare to increase her own pace. Eyes flittered back toward the lead line, watching it rise and fall with each step. Still, it was rather important not to stare the filly directly in the eye. She wasn't going to risk herself any harm. The whip had moved out again, forcing the filly back out. It was obvious at a faster pace, she'd need much more room; therefore, the horse was also given less restraint on the line. Again, the pace seemed to be numbing; she had listened carefully. This sound had given focus to Taylor, listening for anything..unusual, so to speak. She continued to walk, eyeing the lead, focusing in.

Blinkers was glad the human would let her move a bit faster, snot would ease from her nostrils as she picked up into a trot; her worst gate. Hert steps were high and quick, making the ride rather choppy. She took almost twice the normal amount of require steps for the gate, legs only going a short distance. It was almost as if she was jogging for dressage; that or side passing. She moved like a gated horse, although instead of making the ride easier it was harder to ride. Although most riders hated trying to figure out how to ride or post in her very unusal trot, she very much enjoyed it. It got her heart racing and her muscles worked twice as hard. A very odd display needed that made Blink look as though she was hardly moving fast then a walk - the beauty was though, that the gate moved her at the same pace as a trot in large circles around the human. Auds were perked in excitement now, cranium lifted high.

Taylor Briggs grinned a bit, impressed by the filly for now. However, she wanted to channel that into riding, more so, racing. She'd stop, lowering her head. "Easy, whoa." She waited for the filly to ease into a walk, then make a complete stop before approaching her. She'd rein the lead in a bit, soon approaching the horse completly. Once done, a hand was placed on the filly's muzzle, rubbing it easily. "Atta girl.." Taylor grabbed the two hooks behind the bridle, unhooking them. The bridle had laid underneath them; the reins tied beneath the throatlatch. Once the cavesson was unlatched, she slowly removed it, careful not to spook Blink. With a whip in her right hand and the lead and cavesson in the other, she'd walk toward the arena opening, soon standing the whip up and hanging the cavesson onto the hook.

Blinkers would snort and slow herself to a walk before stopping, gaze catching the female moving her way, and so she would walk right up to the woman, calm as ever. Once she was so close she was almost on the female she would stop, nostrils flickering easily as huffs of warm air would be let out while she was unhooked. Feeling every movement the human would make to change and move things. She stood motionless - with the exception of breathing and watching - until she would be called upon once more for something to do. Blink was indeed determined to prove to her human she was a great horse; and although it may be a challenege thanks to her previous behavior, she would do it. Blink was sick of going from home to home with unfamiliar faces, she liked the human this time and intended to stay with her!

Taylor Briggs led the filly away from the wall, reins strung through multiple fingers. Her expression was priceless; eyes gleaming from excitement. The filly had suddenly changed; the high-energy brat had turned into a solemn, well-behaved horse. Pfft, we'd see, atleast. She would expect some suprises to say the least. She'd stop, turning the front of her body to face the filly. Azure eyes darted to stare the filly in the face briefly, "Alright." She'd sighed, moving her right hand toward the pommel of the saddle. Her left hand played a different role, fingers sliding underneath the girth to check for tightness. A few tugs were given; it had been tight enough. After a moment of clerance of the mind, her foot was slid into the left stirrup. Gripping the filly's neck, she'd pull herself up into the saddle.

[[Rp was stopped due to one player logging off, we intend to finish it soon! (: ]]