Boarding Activity Check: AUGUST 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 August 2009:

Devonshire
Royal Assault
Lady Gray
Kotori Chisholm
Put On My Blinkers
Flicka
Motley Crew
Regretful
Infringed
Moonlight Sonata

* = must post a roleplay by the 15th or will lose stall (did not reply last month)

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

[paparoach14]

Saera shook her head, and went over to the mare in the corner. The vet answered to an urgent call, and left for the pastures as the feline worked with her horse. "C'mere, Flicka," she said gently, her worry for the mare increasing with time. "you'll be okay, I promise, as long as you don't wreck that splint."


The real Flicka continued to bite at the splint. Se tore some of the bandages around it off. Flicka then whinnied and stamped her hoof even though it hurt.


Saera tried to calm her down, to no avail. She tried T-touch on her shoulders, offering a peppermint as well. "Easyyy, girl," she repeated to Flicka. "you'll be okay." Her hair was pulled back into a bun as she worked with her as not to distract her vision.


The real Flicka snorted and ate the peppermint offered. The mare whinnied a few more times. The mare then walked over towards the other side and lay down their.


Saera knew laying down was better than stomping around. She sighed and leaned against the wooden door of the stall, her head against the crimson bars. Her mind traveled distantly to another place, all the while keeping in mind the worry and concerns of Flicka.


The real Flicka stayed where she was for the most part. She rolled around a few times. Afterward she got up once more and walked over towards the small widow giving a view to the outside, and looked out. Flicka whinnied and few more times and scraped her hoof on the wall.


Saera looked around and found the vet at another stall. Quietly, she left Flicka and walked over to him. "Excuse me, sir, would it be alright for my horse to go outside? It's a lovely day and she looks like she'd been tortured in here." The doctor, after some thought, agreed that they could test her. Saera, nodding, returned with an uncertain smile. She hooked on the horse's lead and paused.


The real Flicka stayed at the window still whinnying and hollering. Along with scraping her hoof on the wall. She didn't notice Saera was gone. Though Flicka got a bit jumpy and overexcited when Saera clipped a lead on her halter. Though the mare continued to whinny.


Saera looked at her mare in the eye, saying, "Flicka, we're doing this for you. If you hurt your legs again, there may not be another chance for us." With that been said, the feline cautiously led the eager mare from the vet barn into an isolated pasture.


The real Flicka whinnied and stamped her hoof. The mare's ears flickered around a bit once outside the barn. Once in the pasture the mare started to graze quite a bit. Flicka then lifted her head and looked around. She noticed their werent any more horses out and stamped her hoof. Soon afterwards she went back to grazing.


Saera held the lead close to her, biting her lip as she constantly scanned their surroundings for danger. Under no circumstances would she allow Flicka to jump another fence. She'd do anything in her power to prevent it.


The real Flicka continued to graze. The mare once again started to pick at some of the bandages wrapped around both legs.


Saera kneeled down and frowned at her mare, saying, "No, Flicka, don't do that-- last chance, remember?" and similar phrases until she started grazing again. Saera then fiddled with her hair, tucking it behind her ear nervously.


The real Flicka continued for a few more minutes. Though she went to lay down in the grass. As most horses do, Flicka rolled around a bit on her back.


Saera made sure her lead rope wasn't tangled up as she rolled, and continued to gnaw on her lip. She almost came to a point where she drew blood, but stopped just in time as the vet approached them, waving.


The real Flicka continued to roll around. She didn't notice the vet coming towards them til she heard his feet once he got closer. Flicka got up and shook the grass off a bit and snorted.


Saera went over to the edge of the enclosure and had a chat with the vet. The both of them nodded quite a bit, until a call came for him. Saera returned with a smile to her horse, and announced to her that she'd be going back to her stall in no more than four days. Unless something happened, of course.


The real Flicka continued to graze. The mare then picked her head up and looked around some more. Flicka then lay down once more and drifted off to a light sleep.


Saera sat with her back leaning against the fence, the lead still near. She pulled her phone from her pocket to check the messages, and soon found herself drifting into a silent slumber as well.


The real Flicka continued to sleep for about an hour. She woke up with a startle from a nearby sqwuaking bird. Flicka then went back to grazing some more.


Saera continued sleeping until the lead was pulled from her grip as the mustang stood to graze. "Wha, Flicka?" She was slightly confused as she stood, and felt quite dizzy on her feet. Shaking this queasy feeling, she returned to supervising the mare.


The real Flicka continued to graze as Saera woke up. The ebony mare then walked over to the fence and started to
chew on it. Clearly Flicka was getting bored.


Saera yawned a bit and walked over to the cribbing horse, hopping up onto the fence groggily. "Hey, Flicka," she said, noticing her boredom. "it's either this or being under the saddle-- what do you prefer?" Saera grinned teasingly, stroking her mare's forelock.


The real Flicka continued to chew. The mare hated both evenly. The mare bit at Saera when se started to touch her forehead. Then she went back to chewing,


Saera jumped down from the fence and sighed. She stepped in front of the mare while she was chewing, forcing her nose away from the wood gently. "No, girl, cribbing's not good for your teeth," she crossed her arms.


The real Flicka whinnied and stamped her hoof. She then started to push Saera away from the spot she was cribbing at. Flicka even snapped at her a few times.


Saera realized Flicka was seeing this as a game, and changed tactics. She pulled down on the lead rope mildly-- though not mild enough for Flicka to presume she was playing. The alternative was slapping her nose, and Saera did not wish to have to resort to that. She wanted to be brisk; only then could she start training properly.


The real Flicka snorted and stamped her hoof. The mare then moved to the left as far as the lead would allow and continue.


Saera moved with the mare, and pulled again, slighlty harder, until she stopped. The mare would have to learn to associate cribbing as a bad thing, or else her teeth-- and the wood-- would be ruined.


The real Flicka whinnied at Saera. The mare then jerked back on the lead and continued.


Saera warned the mare vocally, not impatiently but still with a hint of disapproval. "No, girl," she emitted before pulling down hard once again. The process would continue until one of them stopped or tired.


The real Flicka whinnied and snapped at Saera a few more times. Once Saera pulled hard on the lead she pulled back once more. Flicka then went back to cribbing.


Saera took the lead rope from the base of the halter and tugged down again, with strength built from frustration. It was a surprising feat, considering how exhausted she was all day.


The real Flicka hit her upper lip when Saera jerked at the lead once more. This caused the mare to whinny and go after Saera once more. The mare clearly wouldn't listen to her.


Saera stood her ground, if the mare were to hurt her. She was far enough trained to know that attacking furres resulted in punishment, which Saera would reluctantly give her if she dared. The feline wasn't a fan of punishing horses for their behaviour if they didn't know better, but by now Flicka should learn the rules. Saera wouldn't enjoy it, but it was her duty as a trainer.


The real Flicka kicked at her and bit at her quite a bit. The mare also reared a few times. Though soon went back to snapping at her.


Saera put her personal thoughts behind her and adopted her trainer mind-set. She would tell Flicka that this behaviour was not acceptable without being abusive or make it seem like a game to her. Saera thought hard, and launched at an opportunity as a vet technician walked by. She asked for her to bring something from the vet barn. The techinician returned with a wire brush and tape, looking quite confused. The feline thanked her sincerely and immediately taped her arm, turning her back to Flicka as she stuck the small wire brush to it. As soon as the mare nipped or bit her again, she would get pricked with the brush.


The real Flicka watched her wrap her arm in tape. Though went right back to biting once she turned back around. She did notice the brush and started to mess with it. Though she bit at Saera the pricks just made her lip tingle a little so she continued. Though she finally stopped once little specks of blood popped up and started hurting.


Saera sighed and let her arm drop, prepared to fence the mare off if she wanted more. She noticed the blood drawn from her lips, and realized why she'd stopped. Saera stood still for a moment longing, watching the horse's reaction.


The real Flicka whinnied and stamped her hoof. She then went back to tearing up the bandages. Though once bored with that she started once ore with the biting.


Saera shook her head, regretting what she had to do. She tugged with all her might from the base of the mare's lead, making the chain jingle once released.


The real Flicka snorted and kicked up a dirt cloud. the mare then snorted and rubbed her bleeding lips on her leg. Though afterwards little blood dots still showed.


Saera led the mare closer to the center of the pasture to prevent more cribbing on her part. She turned to face the gates when she noticed a familiar boarder walking with his groom. Saera called them over, and said the elder palomino could be let out with Flicka. The groom agreed and released him into their pasture, were he came up to Saera and nudged her approvingly. He then started grazing in a nonchalant manner a few meters from the couple.


The real Flicka followed Saera. Once they stopped moving she started to graze once more. Though when she heard nearby hoofbeat she snorted and looked to see who was entering the pasture. Flicka looked at the gelding a bit before sniffing him.


Saera held her mare's lead loosely as she investigated the gelding. She was prepared for her to bolt, jump, rear, anything-- but hoped for the best as she always did. The feline cleared her mind in order to think realistically, something she was not used to doing naturally unless in her training mode. The situation called for the said mode, actually, as it did when the mare was cribbing.

[Moonlight Sonata]

Adriene Rivera walked down the aisle of the barn, glancing at each stall as she passed. Most were empty, the horses turned out for the day, but there was one horse left inside, she knew. Catching sight of the new boarder, the Friesian, she smiled. "Hola, boy," she said softly, holding her hand up for him to sniff. Knowing he was a stallion, she watched him carefully, but she kept her attitude positive.

Moonlight Sonata would long hear the footsteps of the approaching human even prior to her position before his stall. Harks inclining with piqued interest of this new arrival as feathered, stocky flints carried the nigrescent, rolling mass onward to press chistled features into the bars, straining to look past his caged windows to spot the girl. Just before she came into visage, hessian let out a homely whicker as upper brim lipped in between the crimson bars, definitely pleased to welcome some company his way for he had indeed been the last one out; not that he would admit it, but he had grown a little jealous of the others as he'd watched them, one by one, haltered and lead out to their free roaming paradise for the day. Cascading tendrils at his dock sifted along posterior contently as he now gazed upon the girl presented before him, his deep brown voids showing very little, if not any, white at all, and thus revealing a kind-tempered and docile heart of the stag. He pushed his velveteen through the bars, nares flared and dispensing soft, warm puffs of greetings onto her extended hand. Half of his mind searched for any possible treats she might have held before him, the other half, just pure curiosity of the impressive stallion. Once decided that her scent was all sorted out, he'd pull his muzzle back, recoiling into his high-arched neck luxuriously, as he then merely watched her from inside his stall, waiting to see what she might do - was it finally his turn to be turned out like the rest?

Adriene Rivera smiled as the black came right up to the bars, sniffing interestedly at her fingers. Well, he's certainly friendly, she thought, pleased. Now seeing he wouldn't bite her hand off at the slightest notion, she pulled a treat from her pocket, a horse cookie. Holding her hands flat, she held it out to him, looking him over. He was good-looking, completely black, just as a Friesian should be. She hadn't seen many before, so she was happy that one had come to FSF, giving her the chance to really study one in action.

Moonlight Sonata's harks swivelled 'pon cranium as the girl retracted her hand and replaced it between the bars once more, only this time presenting a treat! Oh boy! Hessian seemed to dance back towards the bars without hesitation, boa arched in anticipation as he extended his velveteen outwards to inspect this offering before himself. Merely one sniff was placed upon the cookie before brims lipped it up into his maw, devouring it deliciously- obviously deciding the treat was very tasteful, in his mind. He finished the treat fairly fast, now bobbing his head lightly, pressing out an eager whicker towards the girl in the notion; please, I would like another! It was as if he were speaking to her through his obvious body language and horsey vocalizations. Stomping his foreflint, it now became apparent that the stag was growing a little impatient, being cooped up for nearly the entire day without so much as a soul to converse with. Now he had the soul, but still did not posess the will of free reign in hiw own paddock.

Adriene Rivera chuckled as the stallion suddenly became animated at the sight of her treat. Feeling his velveteen lips on her hand as he gobbled up the treat, she smiled and moved her hand up to his forehead, giving it a scratch if he would allow her. Noticing his anxiousness, Adri grabbed his halter and opened the stall door. "Let's see how you lead, okay boy?" She haltered him, closing the latch with the quickness of long practice. Adri led him out of the stall, heading toward an empty paddock.

Moonlight Sonata allowed the contact of her fingers to his forehead, although antics still were very present, he didn't seem to act out too terribley. Actually, the scratch at the forehead seemed to calm his antics slightly, as he ceased bobbing his head only to breath a little harder through flared nares, blowing a snort or two like a semi-truck's jake break- calming himself. He immediately pulled away from the bars as he saw her hand dart down for his halter; hearing the jingle of the metal bits on the leather facepiece seemed to draw back his excitement as he recoiled his dome into high-arched boa and whipped his chistled features around, bouncing once or twice from his fores in a miniature rear to display his obvious excitement to the human. Once she'd open the door, he would calm himself once more, however. Ceasing his antics to allow her to halter him effortlessly- he knew had he not stood still for this important procedure, he would not be going outside! Indeed he was a fast learner. Apparently he had also been taught the manners every stallion should have- which probably came to a shock to many, for he was only 3 years old! As she lead him down the aisle, he held his impressive, collected appearance, but the attitude which usually followed this type of appearance never seemed to couple in with this stallions notions. Instead, he was able to look beautiful, full of high energy and antics which only amplified his impressive presense, but did not actually need to release this energy until he was in a proper position to do so... As she unhaltered him in the paddock, this was the time to do so! With that, the stag bolted away from the girl, galloping about his paddock in abrupt moments of glee! Kicking his heels out sideways and bucking, so very happy to be out of his stall finally! He'd gallop around and around, exerting this built up energy for a while yet, paying little attention as to not trample or wound the girl in his expressive acts.

Adriene Rivera was impressed by the stallion when he collected himself as she entered the stall, even more so when he kept it together on the walk to the pasture. She had been completely ready to hold him back if he bolted for greener pastures, but he seemed to have been taught impeccable ground manners. "Good boy," she told him as she opened the gate, walking a few steps past it before halting him and slippng off his halter. At his sudden bolt, she laughed, pushing back black strands of hair that had pulled themselves out of her ponytail in his wake. Gathering up his halter and putting it over her shoulder, she exited the pasture quickly. Adri grinned and paused at the fence, watching him frisk about. Yeah, he'll do fine here.

[Carlia]

August 17th, 2009. With Zanti.

Zanti's ears flicked back as another strong breeze pushed past him, the human leading him shielded their face as he did so Zan took a few steps back unsure of the situation. A tighter pull was on the lead and halter as the human pushed the gate open, and lead him into the outside field. Zanti's sweaty body cooled down quickly and he dried off in the wind, the human unclipped the lead and gave Zan a treat for his hard work then exited locking the gate on the way out. The tired gelding walked over to the familiar water box and he gulped down a few mouthfulls with the wind blowing it was quite anoying, but it kept the flies away.

Lady Gray paced the fenceline of her pasture, restless. Tossing her head, the mare broke into a canter, kicking up her heels, running against the wind. She hadn't been ridden in a while, and was getting antsy for some action. Slowing to a trot at the sound of a human and another horse, Lady whickered hopefully, coming to a stop at her gate. But when the human left, she turned back to the other horse, whinnying curiously.

Zanti lazily lifted his head, the cool breeze feeling nice on his body, but not his ears and face. Ears perked to the sound of another horse being restless next to him, tail flicked as Zan walked over to the fence and extended his neck over it nostrils sniffing out the other horse. The gelding pawed at the ground anxiously a small neigh was emitted from his larynx, he wondered why the other horse would be so restless this place was great!

Lady Gray tossed her head again, this time to get her windswept forelock out of her eyes. Looking the other horse over, she snorted, gently, becoming calmer now that there was another horse to spend time with. Still wanting to do something, though, she trotted their shared border, blanket flapping in the wind, turning her head to keep a dark eye on the gelding. The dapple mare was hoping for a chase, a game, something to while the time away with.

Zanti followed the mare's lead, taking off up the fence line trotting up and down next to her. Ears flicked in the wind, his now dry fur was begining to sweat up again. Tail flicking and ears pinned forwards Zan followed her, brown eyes locked onto her.

Lady Gray kicked her heels up in the air again, glad that the gelding had taken the hint. Now knowing that he was following her, and because she had reached the corner, she turned and bolted into a gallop, bucking playfully as she went past the bay.

Zanti followed along, keeping up with her pace. Zan bucked up a storm with her, ears pulled forwards and nostrils opened wildly breathing in an out. Stopping at the corner he quickly turned and took off after her, the gelding ran up to the water holder and took a leap, clearing it and landing on the other side he came to a sliding stop at the fence and turned back to the mare on the other side of the fence.

Lady Gray slid clumsily to a stop at the fence- she wasn't a reining horse, nor had she had training to be one. Managing not to crash into the rails, she raised her head to catch her neighboor's leap over the water trough. Prancing in place, she whinnied to him, ashen ears pricked. Leaves fallen off a nearby tree blew past her, one sliding over the top of her blanketed back.

Zanti moved over to the fence, he leant heavily against it, snout extended as he sniffed the mare again ears pulled back and one of his rear legs lifted slightly and a rear hoof was tilted on an angle. It was a comfortable position, pulling his head back but still looming over the fence Zan had enough of playing, he'd been worked out before he had even reached the likes of this mare.

Lady Gray, eyes glowing with mischief, reached over the fence to nip at the bay gelding's mane. However, noticing that he was no longer in the mood to play, she retreated to her own pasture again, putting her head down to the grass and snuffling at it, flicking her tail. She pawed at a certain patch, digging up the weeds and creating a barren spot. She nosed it some more, then raised her head again to look at the other, to make certain he didn't want to play.

Zanti lifted his head quickly away and retreated as the mare nipped at his mane, ears perked, as he too found a little dirt patch. He lowered his head and sniffed at it, rubbing his head into it Zan began to roll, lowering down on his back legs sprawled out in the air and dirt flew up in the wind. Whinnies of pure joy were emitted as he stood up and relaxed eyes still on the mare.

Lady Gray watched the other, poking her nose over the fence, wind whipping her light mane about. Deciding that she had an itch, she dipped her head again and stuck out her front leg, rubbing her face against it with determination. Her halter was just the thing, dragging against her fur, then smoothing it as her head went down. Her light tail flicked, slapping against the fence.

Zanti walked silently over to the fence, before he reached it he lowered it down to rip up some sweet grass, the sun was long gone by this time and it was a good time for a night time snack.

Lady Gray wandered away from the fenceline, now sure that he really wasn't going to play any more. It was dark, anyway, although she knew her pasture by heart after being here all summer. Lady laid down suddenly, tired after frolicking about like a yearling all afternoon.

[motley]

RP on 08/17/09 with Taylor Briggs, Zique Green/Kallahan Gray, and Infringed -- Motley Crew

Fring trotted around the enclosure, investigating this new habitat he had been stuck in. He checked out every precise detail down to the stem, familiaralizing himself. He got to know the tree which had a very interesting story. He heard the grass's flowing sound, and couldn't resist chomping down on it. FriFri whickered finally bored with all of this. He turned around right then to notice that he was being stared at and jumped, his legs sliding out from under him, plopping him down on the soft grass which crinkled under his weight.

Motley Crew had been turned out for the afternoon. He hadn't been out of his stall in a while due to no owner, and because of this he was in high spirits. But as soon as he stepped foot in the pasture his ears pinned as he realized he was not alone. A colt was sharing this area with him. Mot trotted over to the tree agitatedly, keeping an eye on his neighbor. He would be fine so long as no one invaded his space. He didn't settle down to graze, though; he investigated the rest of the pasture with his eyes, and caught notice of two spectators. Mot regarded them with a wary gaze. He was not really a trusting one.

Kallahan Gray stared at the figure before him with a nonchalant expression upon his face. He quickly glanced over her and leaned back a bit. "Sorry for no warning..." The voice came from him at soft volume, not what he planned. His eyes switched to the horses for a moment, the colt and the stallion. That could get interesting. He looked back at the girl before moving over a step so he wasn't in the way. Not in the mood to deal with people, he just didn't want to get annoyed to the point of snapping. He turned his eyes back to the horses and slumped his shoulders.

Taylor Briggs nodded, "No, it's fine..you just scared me." She'd turn once again, hopping upon the rail. Hands grabbed the rail tightly, fingers wrapping around it. Ankles crossed, boots hitting one another. Once adjusted, eyes again darted toward the horses; this time around, it was toward the stallion - who was obviously annoyed by the fickle colt. Her mind however, was focused on a different topic. Taylor had now begun a new stage in her life. She'd recently discovered her pregnancy, by the male, who..well..her brother had formerly dated. Although she was 15 weeks, no apparent signs had come to show - no nausea, no cravings. The only difference was her growing belly. Her left hand drooped to lay on her stomach, resting upon it. "Mm..uhm, I'm Taylor, by the way."

Infringed. Fringe huffed, tired of his feet being so uncoordinated. He stretched out on the ground, but heaved himself up when he heard the gate unlatch. He tossed his head, a greeting floating from his throat. Frifri waited but got no answering call from the big, tough looking stallion that had taken residence at the tree. Not giving up, Fring called again, alittle louder this time, but still as friendly as he could be, he didn't want to start off with a bad first impression with the young steed. He spun around to the humans, looking for some sort of comfort, but finding none in the strangers' eyes finally realizing that they were attempting a conversation. Fri turned back to the stallion, and boldly took a step.

Motley Crew shifted his weight as he impatiently regarded the scene before him. The colt had greeted him, with only Mot's signs of annoyance in reply. Now he was attempting again. As he stepped forward the stallion's muscles tensed; he eyed the equine steadfastly, ears still back. He pranced away and trumpeted a whinny as if to warn him off. Then the warmblood noticed the two humans weren't paying attention to him. This annoyed him, because the stallion was an attention sleeper. He whinned loudly as if trying to draw attention and kicked out his hind legs spiritedly while trotting in a small circle. All the same, Mot kept his distance.

Kallahan Gray glanced over at taylor before she spoke. Seeming... deep in thought, he hadn't said anything more. When she spoke her name, it flashed in his head. Sure there were millions of Taylors in the world and he may have only known one, but the it tends to be a small world, theoertically, of course. How many years ago had it been since he'd seen that Taylor, anyway? Fice, maybe six years? It couldn't be the same. He shook himself back into reality, "Kallahan, Kallahan Gray." He introduced. His eyes turned to the stallion, whom seemed to be warning the colt. The colt looked so absentminded, not aware of the situation. He sighed to himself, and adjusted his weight to the right side.

Taylor Briggs shook her head, "Wait, what did you say your name was?" Voice was curious, thoughts pondering through her head. Kallahan..Kal. Boston Latin. High School. No, it..no. "Kal..as in.." Her expression had become in disbelief. However, that would have to wait. Eyes darted to the stallion, prancing out in the pasture, seemingly begging for attention. Her tongue would click, fingers snagging a carrot out of her hoodie's pocket. "Here, you want something? Come get it." She'd continue to click, hopping off the fence. She'd ignore the male for a minute or two, pondering on the thought if that could possibly be her exe..from say, oh, high school? Those days were long gone - Taylor was in college and starting her final year. "Mm..huh." Lips would purse, eyes intent on the stallion.

Infringed. Fringey heaved a sigh, cringing away as the stallion warned him that he was dangerous. He backed away cautiously, not wanting to make any sudden moves that could show the stallion that he was challenging him, yet wanting deeply for the stud to understand that he just wanted to be friends. Fri walked to the girl, wondering if the orange thing that portruded from her hand was for him to eat?

Motley Crew was spared only a glance by the male human and some more friendly gestures from the colt. He was about to take it up a notch when the female fixated on him, holding out a treat. Eagerly Mot trotted forward, all cautiousness forgotten, but stopped as the other male drew close as well. It was instinct that made him wary and ready to defend his territory - but it was his personality that made him want to be alpha male. So he stepped forward and greedily attempted to grab the carrot from her hand. He was still ready to fight, but he had let down his guard a little.

Zique Greene's eyebrows crinkled. "As in..?" He wanted to hear the rest of her sentance. She must've known him. He thought for a few minutes, Middle school through highschool.. "Boston latin." He stated, turning to Taylor. "Taylor Briggs, right?" He asked, knowing he was right but questioned anyway. He thought back. Their relationship had lasted about 3 and a half years. When they broke up they had stopped talking. Now it's been another 5 years and they've somehow made their way back to each other. He bit his lip carefully, probably making an indent. This was major fml material.

Taylor Briggs watched the horse approach and snatch the carrot from her hand. She wasn't eager to befriend the horse quite yet, she'd been more focused on the male. "..No f**king way. Are you serious?" A laugh would echo, figure turning around. This was..too..unusual. Ignoring the horse, she'd open the gate, hand automatically swinging behind her to hold it. Now, she and male were outside the fence, looking it. "I haven't..heard from you. You didn't answer my call..." Mm, that was a long time ago. No grudge was held, though. Indeed, it was odd how they'd stop talking after the relationship of three years.

Motley Crew, with the carrot in his mouth, did not mind that the humans were now focusing on each other instead of him. He trotted a bit farther away. The air had grown cooler now and the skies darker. The stallion sensed it was going to rain, and his suspicion proved correct when a few drops of rain fell onto his head. He gleefully raised his head, but at that moment a few grooms came to lead him inside and get him out of the rain. The stallion was unwilling to abandon his freedom, but went anyway.

(Mot left the RP at this point.)

[Madison]

RP on 08/17/09 with Taylor Briggs, Zique Green/Kallahan Gray, and Infringed -- Infringed (I basically copied mot's post since I felt lazy :] )

Fring trotted around the enclosure, investigating this new habitat he had been stuck in. He checked out every precise detail down to the stem, familiaralizing himself. He got to know the tree which had a very interesting story. He heard the grass's flowing sound, and couldn't resist chomping down on it. FriFri whickered finally bored with all of this. He turned around right then to notice that he was being stared at and jumped, his legs sliding out from under him, plopping him down on the soft grass which crinkled under his weight.

Motley Crew had been turned out for the afternoon. He hadn't been out of his stall in a while due to no owner, and because of this he was in high spirits. But as soon as he stepped foot in the pasture his ears pinned as he realized he was not alone. A colt was sharing this area with him. Mot trotted over to the tree agitatedly, keeping an eye on his neighbor. He would be fine so long as no one invaded his space. He didn't settle down to graze, though; he investigated the rest of the pasture with his eyes, and caught notice of two spectators. Mot regarded them with a wary gaze. He was not really a trusting one.

Kallahan Gray stared at the figure before him with a nonchalant expression upon his face. He quickly glanced over her and leaned back a bit. "Sorry for no warning..." The voice came from him at soft volume, not what he planned. His eyes switched to the horses for a moment, the colt and the stallion. That could get interesting. He looked back at the girl before moving over a step so he wasn't in the way. Not in the mood to deal with people, he just didn't want to get annoyed to the point of snapping. He turned his eyes back to the horses and slumped his shoulders.

Taylor Briggs nodded, "No, it's fine..you just scared me." She'd turn once again, hopping upon the rail. Hands grabbed the rail tightly, fingers wrapping around it. Ankles crossed, boots hitting one another. Once adjusted, eyes again darted toward the horses; this time around, it was toward the stallion - who was obviously annoyed by the fickle colt. Her mind however, was focused on a different topic. Taylor had now begun a new stage in her life. She'd recently discovered her pregnancy, by the male, who..well..her brother had formerly dated. Although she was 15 weeks, no apparent signs had come to show - no nausea, no cravings. The only difference was her growing belly. Her left hand drooped to lay on her stomach, resting upon it. "Mm..uhm, I'm Taylor, by the way."

Infringed. Fringe huffed, tired of his feet being so uncoordinated. He stretched out on the ground, but heaved himself up when he heard the gate unlatch. He tossed his head, a greeting floating from his throat. Frifri waited but got no answering call from the big, tough looking stallion that had taken residence at the tree. Not giving up, Fring called again, alittle louder this time, but still as friendly as he could be, he didn't want to start off with a bad first impression with the young steed. He spun around to the humans, looking for some sort of comfort, but finding none in the strangers' eyes finally realizing that they were attempting a conversation. Fri turned back to the stallion, and boldly took a step.

Motley Crew shifted his weight as he impatiently regarded the scene before him. The colt had greeted him, with only Mot's signs of annoyance in reply. Now he was attempting again. As he stepped forward the stallion's muscles tensed; he eyed the equine steadfastly, ears still back. He pranced away and trumpeted a whinny as if to warn him off. Then the warmblood noticed the two humans weren't paying attention to him. This annoyed him, because the stallion was an attention sleeper. He whinned loudly as if trying to draw attention and kicked out his hind legs spiritedly while trotting in a small circle. All the same, Mot kept his distance.

Kallahan Gray glanced over at taylor before she spoke. Seeming... deep in thought, he hadn't said anything more. When she spoke her name, it flashed in his head. Sure there were millions of Taylors in the world and he may have only known one, but the it tends to be a small world, theoertically, of course. How many years ago had it been since he'd seen that Taylor, anyway? Fice, maybe six years? It couldn't be the same. He shook himself back into reality, "Kallahan, Kallahan Gray." He introduced. His eyes turned to the stallion, whom seemed to be warning the colt. The colt looked so absentminded, not aware of the situation. He sighed to himself, and adjusted his weight to the right side.

Taylor Briggs shook her head, "Wait, what did you say your name was?" Voice was curious, thoughts pondering through her head. Kallahan..Kal. Boston Latin. High School. No, it..no. "Kal..as in.." Her expression had become in disbelief. However, that would have to wait. Eyes darted to the stallion, prancing out in the pasture, seemingly begging for attention. Her tongue would click, fingers snagging a carrot out of her hoodie's pocket. "Here, you want something? Come get it." She'd continue to click, hopping off the fence. She'd ignore the male for a minute or two, pondering on the thought if that could possibly be her exe..from say, oh, high school? Those days were long gone - Taylor was in college and starting her final year. "Mm..huh." Lips would purse, eyes intent on the stallion.

Infringed. Fringey heaved a sigh, cringing away as the stallion warned him that he was dangerous. He backed away cautiously, not wanting to make any sudden moves that could show the stallion that he was challenging him, yet wanting deeply for the stud to understand that he just wanted to be friends. Fri walked to the girl, wondering if the orange thing that portruded from her hand was for him to eat?

Motley Crew was spared only a glance by the male human and some more friendly gestures from the colt. He was about to take it up a notch when the female fixated on him, holding out a treat. Eagerly Mot trotted forward, all cautiousness forgotten, but stopped as the other male drew close as well. It was instinct that made him wary and ready to defend his territory - but it was his personality that made him want to be alpha male. So he stepped forward and greedily attempted to grab the carrot from her hand. He was still ready to fight, but he had let down his guard a little.

Zique Greene's eyebrows crinkled. "As in..?" He wanted to hear the rest of her sentance. She must've known him. He thought for a few minutes, Middle school through highschool.. "Boston latin." He stated, turning to Taylor. "Taylor Briggs, right?" He asked, knowing he was right but questioned anyway. He thought back. Their relationship had lasted about 3 and a half years. When they broke up they had stopped talking. Now it's been another 5 years and they've somehow made their way back to each other. He bit his lip carefully, probably making an indent. This was major fml material.

Taylor Briggs watched the horse approach and snatch the carrot from her hand. She wasn't eager to befriend the horse quite yet, she'd been more focused on the male. "..No f**king way. Are you serious?" A laugh would echo, figure turning around. This was..too..unusual. Ignoring the horse, she'd open the gate, hand automatically swinging behind her to hold it. Now, she and male were outside the fence, looking it. "I haven't..heard from you. You didn't answer my call..." Mm, that was a long time ago. No grudge was held, though. Indeed, it was odd how they'd stop talking after the relationship of three years.

Motley Crew, with the carrot in his mouth, did not mind that the humans were now focusing on each other instead of him. He trotted a bit farther away. The air had grown cooler now and the skies darker. The stallion sensed it was going to rain, and his suspicion proved correct when a few drops of rain fell onto his head. He gleefully raised his head, but at that moment a few grooms came to lead him inside and get him out of the rain. The stallion was unwilling to abandon his freedom, but went anyway.

[chisholm]

Chisholm had not been taken into the barn yet as the night had fallen. The stable hands must have felt it was a nice night for the horses to be outside or something. Mare was fine to be left outside at night. She wasn't that skittish of the night as long as she didn't hear any strange noises. Red roan mare kept grazing along, knowing that the fences would be plenty enough protection against anything that might happen to come by. Only problem right now were those darn mosquitoes. Mare was getting bit like heck by them, and the flies were bugging her too. Tail whipped around around her rear end trying to brush away whatever she could reach with the appendage. The slight breeze must have been blowing the other way since mare didn't yet notice the stallion in the paddock next to her. He was probably close enough to see in the dark if the mare brought her head up from grazing, but scent hadn't given her a reason to do so yet.

Look at That pranced into the pasture, excited to get free of humanity. One of the hands had given him a light workout late in the afternoon to escape the August heat, but the night was apparently cool enough to turn him out in the pasture. As the lead slipped off, the brindle went immediately to the water trough, taking his fill before taking stock of his surroundings. Immediately, he noticed a mare in the nest pasture over. Trumpeting a cry, he sidled over to the fence, sticking his nose over it curiously. His striped coat shivered at the touch of a mosquito, and he slapped his stringy tail on them, flicking an ear back in an annoyed fashion. He quickly turned his attention back to the mare, though, whickering a greeting this time.

Chisholm lifted her head from the rather dry summer grasses as a whicker was heard from the next paddock. Mare gave a look over the stallion, taking in his scent, and would then return his whicker with another whicker of her own in greeting. She hadn't much interaction with other horses since she was bought by Winnie. Only in the ring did she ever have to interact. It was rather a bit lonesome to be stuck with humans at all times, or being alone anyway. She welcomed the company of the stallion's presence, and since he was in his own paddock, she didn't have to worry about any attempted testosterone things, even though she wasn't in season to provoke these actions anyway. Nakota gave a toss of her head in display towards the stallion, untrimmed mane flashing about. All was well until she felt a ping in her side from a blood sucker, in a place that her tail couldn't reach. She'd suddenly arch her head around to nip at the side where the mosquito landed. Attention would then return to the male once the itch was taken care of.

Look at That lifted his lips, flehmming, to take in the roan mare's scent to the best of his abilities. She wasn't in season, but the warmblood didn't mind showing off for her anyway, because he knew he was special. He didn't look like any other horse- he had stripes, gray ones, dribbling all over his bay body, except on his head and legs. The humans always wanted to feel them, running their hands over the ridges that they created, to make sure it wasn't some hoax, a trick. Lo snorted at the mare, nodding his head to shoo away pests who landed on his face, including his sensitive nose. He raised a black foreleg, marked with a sock, to paw at the fence, making it chink and cling, bending it inwards. The bay pranced at this discovery, pawing at it with the other leg.

Chisholm snorted as the male played with the fence like a colt who just found his legs. Muni moved her head down closer to the bending fence to get a better look at what was making all that noise. She'd be sure to stay distant enough so as not to get kicked though. Roan took one of her own legs, the only one without a white marking, and pawed at another section of the fence, making it bend the opposite way the stallion's fence was bending. If they let it go at the same time, it would probably make a lovely display. Muni would stop pawing at the music machine to give a bit of prancing around her own paddock. She'd dart around behind the tree that stood in the corner, playing hide and seek or something, then would dart back out, running along the fence close to the male and his toy, only to keep running by his head. Nakota circled out in the paddock, turning to face the stallion again after she had finished her bit of fun.

Look at That lessened the force he put put into kicking the fence when the mare dipped her head to look at what the stallion was doing, but only kicked harder when the roan started at it with her own section of the fence, making his part quiver strongly with a positively dreadful ringing sound. Throwing his head back and giving it his wild eyes, he looked for the mare, only to find she had dissappeared- behind the tree. Whickering like a weanling colt for its momma, he pranced the fenceline, then bolted when she came out of her hiding, racing her to the corner. Turning on a dime in his corner, the stallion galloped back, this time with some bucks thrown in for good measure.

Chisholm seemed to have stirred up some ruckus with her new partner in crime as the two chimed their fences together. With the racing to the corner, the stallion would have obviously won considering his breed against a wild bred Nakota from a reserve. Mare whinnied as the two seemed to be making their own show on their respective side of the fence. Munik tossed her head to show off her mane again as the male did some bucking in the same kind of manner. Roan turned in her spot as she galloped around still. Turning to face the fence again. She'd paw at the stallion's section now from her side of the fence, possibly instigating him or something. The same chime was heard as the sturdy hooves of the Nakota gave the fence a good kicking. Aim was fair, right in the middle of the two posts, which would cause the loudest bit of noise.

Look at That pranced about a bit more, enjoying the chance to show off for another horse, especially a mare. He had even forgotten the pesky mosquitoes, tail repelling the pests on autopilot. Noticing the mare returning to their noise maker, the brindle claimed the section over, following her lead at pawing at the middle of the fence. Together they could make a delightful cacophony of banging, keeping up all that were trying to sleep around them. However, Lo soon grew tired of making a ruckus, having a short attention span and sensitive ears. As the striped stallion was in a decidedly destructive mood right now, he turned to his water trough, giving it a good kick, and enjoying the water splash out into his pasture, making a good patch of mud.

Chisholm watched as the stallion pranced around, and then ceased with her ruckus when he did. It was growing rather boring, and was starting to ring in her ears. Munik's mind got away from her as a mosquito landed smack dab along her neck. Boy was that annoying. Even with the instant toss of her head, the bug had managed to draw a bit of blood. Soon enough the spot grew itchy as a bump began to grow. The unreachable spot was annoying as hell. Girl was smart though. She quickly figured out a solution when her front hoof could not quite reach the high up. Mare trotted over to the tree in the corner as she rub her neck up and down the scratchy bark of the truck until itch was better. Attention was taken though, as footsteps were heard coming closer. Sure enough, it was a stable hand, here to take her in for the night. Mare fleeted over to the fence once more to give a farewell nicker to her new friend. Then, copper legs would carry her back to the stable hand to lead her to the barn.

[agnes1923]

Regretful woke early in the morning, getting up carefully, and wandering off to find a stream. Shortly, the mare did, and washed off the scabbed wounds, making sure no dirt or grass would interfere with healing. She'd graze near the stream, whickering.


Saera woke slowly, batting her eyes in attempt to clear them of sleep. It took a while for her to remember last night's ruckus, and when she did she quickly propped herself up to see where Regretful had gone. Her heart rate returned to normal when she spotted her in the water, and with a heavy sigh she meandered toward it as well. Managing not to startle the mare, Saera washed her face in the stream and examined her reflexion. Ah, great. Her hair had un-straightened in the night, and was now curling majorly at the hairline. She decided to wash it when they returned, and for now tie it up. She left her bangs down, however, which pleasantly remained tame during the night.


Regretful watched her, nostrils flaring slightly, snorting. She'd trot past her, splashing her in the stream. She'd then skid, sending water flying, she'd look back, tossing head.


Saera had an idea to start splashing the horse playfully, but thought she'd take it wrong. Instead, she shook off the water and stuck her tongue out. She grinned and skipped across the grass in the opposite direction, her tail looking quite strange tucked into her jeans pocket.


Regretful watched her. She'd bolt after her, nudging her with muzzle gently, before skidding in front of her. Ears flicker, she'd outreach neck, and snort again.


Saera skipped around her, hopping over a narrow stretch of stream. Her arms were like wings as she danced across the meadow, and, as she came upon a small hill, she rolled down it carelessly. There were no rocks on the bottom, and so she lay peacefully.


Regretful trotted after her, neck still slightly outstretched, watching this "creature" and it's strange behavior. She'd stand next to the laying figure, head tilting.


Saera plucked a summer flower from the meadow and blew it from her palm. It floated up to the dappled mustang, and the feline watched to see how she would react.


Regretful nipped at it, it landed on her nose. The mare tried to look at her, tossing her head, and sidestepping, trying to view this object. Finally, it flew off, and she watched it, head tilted.