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arthurmorgansleftlung · 4 years ago

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Secret Cupid 2021 (Part 2)

This @rdr-secret-cupid is for @outlawsworld ! I’m so sorry about it being a little late. I really hope that you like this, I really tried to incorporate horses and your appearance the best that I could without being overbearing.

Sorry about any formatting issues, I’m on mobile!

Happy (belated) Valentine’s Day!

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The Way He Touched You

Arthur Morgan x Reader

Word Count: 2,350

Warnings: None really, but there is briefly some hostile words and behaviors aimed at the reader.

You were a successful seductress and thief. You were making hundreds, sometimes thousands of money from tempting big burly oafs. They always figured you were no threat, with your small stature and physique. And don’t forget about your oh-so-charming Southern Belle act! These men were fools, and you played them like a fiddle.

Your mistake was staying in the same town and seducing every man who lived there. You no longer had an audience. No bites. No money. Until one day, when a new man rode into town on the finest horse you’d ever seen. He was loaded. But he was big, and strong.

You seduced the man, tricking him into buying you two a night at the nicest hotel around. Once you made your way into the room, however, that’s where things went wrong.

You’d gotten to the point in your routine where you would normally incapacitate your victim. Normally you would find an object close by, like a candle stick or a boot that had been kicked off. Well, when you smashed a glass dish over the man’s head, he did not pass out. Rather, he started bleeding profusely and screaming at you. You bolted out of the hotel, bursting through the door and jumping on the first horse you saw: his.

With a quick kick to the sides the Arabian horse went into a full gallop, the sound of its hooves hitting the ground mixed in with the angry yells of the man you just failed to rob.

Pretty soon, the law and the townspeople were on you. But your stolen horse was faster than them. Eventually it seemed that they had given up. You couldn’t hear or see anything. You slowed the horse and dismounted, giving it a nice pat and an apple (which was also stolen).

You must have fallen asleep, because when you woke up to the sound of thundering hooves and angry men the sky was a different shade of blue. Luckily the horse you’d stolen, who you now recognized was a girl, was still nearby, grazing on the overgrown grass. Unfortunately, she was not a very camouflaged horse. She was the brightest shade of white with a pink nose and blue eyes. The mob found you easily.

You ran and mounted the mare, kicking her to make her go. The horse bolted, and you made decent ground, but the howling of nearby wolves spooked her and she threw you off.

“Fuck!“ You were panicking. You had no other means of escaping. Horse theft was punishable by hanging. Is this how you would go? Suddenly a horse skidded and stopped beside you.

“Those friends of yours?” The man asked.

“No! Can you get me outta here?” You were on the verge of crying. You didn’t want to die.

“I can try! Hop on up here, miss.” You hoped you could trust this man. With a prayer you hopped onto the back of the man’s horse, and after grabbing hold of his shirt you were off. His horse galloped faster than the Arabian had for you, perhaps he was a kind and tender man with his horse.

The man, whose name you had learned was Arthur, took you into a concealed part of the wilderness. You were scared of where he was bringing you, but more scared of what would happen if you jumped off. You saw the dim light of a campfire, the sound of people talking, horses snorting back and forth as they noticed a stranger approaching.

You found yourself in a camp full of people. Arthur lead you over to a tent, where a man with jet black hair and a mustache greeted you. You told him your story, and he laughed and recommended you become friends with a girl named Karen. Apparently she was in a similar “business” as you.

That was almost a full year ago now.

Now you were a dutiful helper around camp. You of course did the regular chores that Ms. Grimshaw assigned you, but you had also become the caretaker of the gang’s horses.

Except Arthur’s. He insisted on taking care of his mare. The one time he had found you taking care of his horse he didn’t talk to you the rest of the day! You found it strange but you respected his wishes.

Currently you were grooming Taima, Charles’ Appaloosa mare. You were running a brush through her black and white fur, giving her encouraging words as you went on. You had finished your other chores: washing and drying clothes, washing bowls for the evening stew; the same old routine. A calm breeze drifted through the camp, causing leaves to flap around and Taima’s man to flow, ever so slightly.

You noticed the sound of hooves alongside the rustling of the flora around you. Arthur was riding in. He had been gone a couple of days on a hit. His horse looked exhausted, covered in sweat and mud.

“Hey, Arthur.” You greeted him. He tipped his hat towards you. He hitched his horse and walked towards you.

“Would you mind givin’ my old girl a brush?”

“I thought you didn’t like me tendin’ to your horse.” He sensed the slight attitude in your voice, you’d been holding a slight, although stupid, grudge since Arthur went silent on you.

“Please, (Y/N), she’s filthy. I can’t tend to ‘er right now...” Arthur headed off to Dutch’s tent, followed by the closing of the flaps. You gave Taima a once over; she looked shiny and clean. You headed over to Arthur’s mare, who nickered in response to you patting her hindquarters.

You gently brushed her, caked mud falling off with ease. She would need a real bath to return to her solid black color. You cleaned her as best as you could. Although her white socks were still a beige color, she looked pristine everywhere else.

Arthur soon returned, letting out a low whistle at the sight of his horse. Of course he didn’t like that he didn’t do it himself, but he praised you on your grooming work.

“You wanna go for a ride, (Y/N)?”

“Why?” You eyed him suspiciously.

“Do you wanna go for a ride or not?”

Without another word you got up on Arthur’s horse and wrapped your arms under his, your hands resting on his shoulders. The mare trotted into the woods, and once you all reached the main road you took off towards Valentine.

When you arrived, Arthur hitched his horse up outside of the stable. Was he buying treats? You followed him inside the stable, where he was greeted by the owner who was eyeing you suspiciously.

“Whatcha think about that one?” Arthur pointed towards a palomino American Standardbred.

“That’s a fine horse,” you said quietly. You didn’t have the money for such a creature, which you voiced with Arthur.

“‘Scuse me sir, I’d like to purchase this horse for my wife!” Arthur gestured towards the golden horse. Wife? Wife? Your face flushed red with anxiety and embarrassment. Arthur paid for the horse, your horse. He got you basic tack as well, and made sure you were good to ride. You didn’t know what to say.

You began to leave the stable, but the owner called after you.

“Wait! Here’s a brush and some treats... for... you...” A realization had been made. “Why— sir! That ain’t your wife! That’s the whore that stole all the men’s money in this town!”

“Don’t you call my wife no such thing.” Arthur warned the man, his hand gripping

his holster. You were flabbergasted, both at Arthur’s new title for you and that you had been caught... again.

The man grabbed at the skirt of your dress, trying to pull you off of your horse. You kicked at him, “Stop it!” You hissed at him, glaring him down. You weren’t scary at all, but perhaps Arthur’s presence gave you a leg up in intimidation. He grabbed at you again, his dirty hand gripping your thigh through the fabric. Without hesitation Arthur drew his pistol and shot the man, blood splatter making its impression on your dress and skin. Now you were certain your dress was soiled.

“Let’s go.” Arthur grumbled. Arthur called for his horse and mounted up. You both calmly left the stable, but you felt like you were burning alive with all of the eyes on you two. You could hear a familiar voice, the sheriff. As soon as you and Arthur had made it close to the outskirts, you bolted. You made a detour and headed towards Emerald Ranch, to avoid giving directions to camp if somebody followed you.

The sheriff and his deputies followed you, but gave up easily. Your horse was kind to you, and easy to handle. But he began to spook. You held on tightly to the reins, causing the horse even more irritation.

“Let loose on the reins, keep your ass in the saddle!” Arthur guided you. You already knew this, but you tried your best to follow his directions. Your horse did calm down after a moment, snorting at you after the ordeal. Arthur smiled smugly at you.

“So I’m your wife now, huh?” You teased Arthur, who was flushed a crimson red. He hadn’t really thought about that.

“In Valentine you are.”

If only he knew how you felt about it. You didn’t push it. You thanked Arthur for your horse, who you’d decided to call Flavian, after his golden appearance. Arthur thought the name was weird, but didn’t question it. The two of you rode off towards camp, traveling through the oil fields to get back. It was a long ride, but a safe one. The hot sun burned your skin, turning you pink. You didn’t think you’d be in the sun for so long, you hadn’t really prepared.

In a daze, you felt something hit your chest. Arthur’s hat. You looked at him, his head already facing forward.

“You’re turnin’ red. Just wear it for now.” You put on the hat, the scent of him forcing its way into your nose and causing a familiar heat to rush to your face. You reached the wooded surroundings of the camp, just as the sun began to set.

After you’d arrived Arthur grabbed a bowl of Pearson’s stew and retreated to his tent. You grabbed a bowl as well and followed Arthur, you needed to give his hat back. When you got close enough, Arthur was sitting and holding his head in his hands, frustrated.

“Arthur?”

“Yes, Miss (Y/N)?” He seemed startled.

“Your hat...” You pulled the hat off of your head, reaching it out for him to take. He looked up at you, beet red. He reached for the hat and gently took it from your hand. “Are you okay...?” You stepped closer, into his tent. He seemed a bit concerned about this, his eyebrows knitting together.

“I’m fine, Miss (Y/N). Just tired. Confused.”

“Confused about what, Arthur?”

“You.”

“Well, what about me?” You kind of laughed, trying to conceal any nervousness in your voice.

“Well, I— It’s not important, (Y/N).”

You silently took a deep breath. You stepped closer to Arthur and sat down beside him on his cot. He recoiled a bit. Ouch.

“What, Arthur?” You were hurt at how repulsed he seemed to be by your presence. Sure, he bought you a horse, but probably because Dutch or Hosea told him to.

“The way that man touched you today. I didn’t like it.” He mumbled. He knew of your past, how you used to tempt men. What did Arthur mean?

The thought of you ever being touched by somebody filled Arthur with a quiet anger. He was jealous today. Jealous and protective and possessive. Over a woman that wasn’t his to begin with. He had been for months, and it worried him.

“I didn’t like him touchin’ you. I don’t like... I don’t like anybody touchin’ you!”

“Arthur.” You brought your small frame closer to him. This time he didn’t recoil. You turned your head to look at him, his eyes avoiding you. You brought a gentle hand to his forearm, his bright turquoise eyes met your green ones. “Arthur I’m in love with you... how could you not tell? Ever since you saved me...”

“You can’t be in love with me...” Arthur laughed with a hint of sadness. He turned to face you, your knees touching. He brought a calloused hand to your cheek, looking like he wanted so desperately to kiss you, but pulled himself away. He seemed ashamed.

“But I am. I am in love with you, Arthur Morgan.” You looked down at the ground, fearful of what he might respond with.

How could you be so vulnerable? How could you just tell him you’ve been in love with him for a year? What now? Were you going to tell him how every time he left on a mission that you’d be so sick to your stomach with worry that you were scared you’d vomit? How you felt a twinge of jealousy and then guilt when he interacted with any of the girls? How every time you saw him you’d try to take a picture in your mind, just in case?

Tears pricked at your eyes. Oh, great, you were crying now. Arthur lifted your head back up and wiped his thumb across your cheek, wiping your tears away. He smiled softly at you.

“We can talk about this later, (Y/N)... I can’t stand seein’ you cry.”

You latched onto Arthur, in the tightest hug you could manage. He brought his big arms around you, careful not to squeeze too tight.

You don’t remember much of anything after. Arthur had been right, you were both exhausted from the heat today.

The next morning you woke up, still encased in Arthur’s arms. It was still early, nobody else had woken up but you were sure somebody had seen the two of you. Arthur also seemed to be awake, and ran his fingers through your hair.

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

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chaosbcrne · 6 years ago

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Munday Meme

🐱 ; Are there any pets you wish you could have?

when I was a kid the way christmas worked was that we’d give our parents lists of presents we were hoping for in order of importance (like, what we wanted most at the top etc) and when I was 8 I gave them a list of one (1) thing and that was a hedgehog. that was all i asked for that year and they didnt get me one and i got practically nothing compared to my siblings that christmas because they didnt know what else i could have wanted. im still salty about it to this day

I also always wanted a dog as a kid but nowadays I can just kinda tell im too busy for one unfortunately so… i dont know i guess time will tell if that specific wish ever comes true

🐶 ; Do you have any pets?

I do absolutely I have three entire cats and a whole horse (it counts shhh) lemme show them off under the cut bc I love them

this is chatouille (tickle) she’s 15 and we’ve had her since she was a month old, she’s the alpha of the house and despises anyone she doesnt know. her love must be earned but it is very worth the hard work because she is the softest creature you will ever get to pet

this is bubulle (bubbles) she’s going on 8yo now I believe ? she was the last healthy baby my other cat who passed away 5 years ago had. she’s 100% dead weight, you can pick her up and do whatever you want with her she will not say a thing. she also loves belly rubs for some reason and will find a way to let you know

this is mikau our newest, he’s almost 5 and we got him from the local shelter. he’s a nervous wreck that we can barely see during the day let alone approach, but he loves to repeatedly and loudly demand attention and pettings in the middle of the night which is why he and I are compatible

this is my little legend radisson liberty aka lib, he’s 16yo, hes been my partner for almost 10 years and ive owned him for 4 of those. he was a schooling horse at the barn i trained at and in 2014 my coach offered to sell him to me bc no one else would put up with him. hes a mix of appaloosa arabian quarter and paint horse or as i like to call him, a pure bastard. his dominant gene is def arabian though, hes very high-strung and has eyesight issues that are too costly to fix so he can get scared by quite literally anything. it harshly limits him in just about any field but idc bc i loev him

#emeraldlost #✮ ☾ munday ☽#oh thanks for asking i talk about these four all the time its amazing to think so few ppl here know about them #✮ ☾ you think you have the answers ☽ ↳ ask

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swaggytroye · 7 years ago

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Horses who I miss!! 1. Pumpkin: a 23-year-old Thoroughbred, an absolute sweetheart, and the first horse who I've felt confident enough to trot and canter on. (We also had an impromptu jump, good thing I stayed on. xD ) He was head shy at first, but as I was grooming him and tacking him up, he shoved his face near my chest and closed his eyes as I pet him for a few minutes. A dream to lead around, such a good boy, love of my life. ❤️ 2. Louise: a wonderfully calm 17-year-old Arabian who is the first one I've met in person or ridden. (By the way, Arabians give me life and I freaked out and texted pictures of her to everyone I know with random strings of letters, with, "ARABIAN" somewhere in there.) She's a gem. Cx (She also put up with my shoddy cues and mix-ups, as it had been a few months since I'd ridden, bless her heart. I forgot to sQUEEZE with the outside leg when turning, and the people watching me ride told me to "kick" her harder when telling her to go, but she's naturally skinny so I was like, "Nope." And she responded just fine. ^~^) 3. Magic: a wonderful 15-year old Haflinger who loves it when you play with his nose, and gets very excited to canter. 4. Obsidian: an Arabian-Friesian cross who has BIG gaits and can get hyper. Lives with Magic. Cx 5. Pride: a Kentucky Mountain Horse who likes the pets but wasn't having the rides the day after everybody had been ridden except for her and she was not happy about it. 6. Remi: a Shegya Arabian who likes to trot more than he likes to walk, lives with Louise and Pride. (Louise loves to follow him, cutie.) 7. Kristy: an American Quarter Horse-Leopard Appaloosa cross who needs a bath from her saddle. She was head shy, but a good girl nonetheless. ❤️💕✨ I met all of these horses-except for Pumpkin-at an event this month, and have known Magic and Remi since last year from the same event. I had to post about these sweethearts, I miss them terribly. (They all received nose kisses before I left, not to worry. I'll see Louise, Remi, Pride, and Pumpkin again soon, though, and I can't wait. Cx)

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yesilovehorses-blog1 · 8 years ago

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Poll Recap: Feeding Alfalfa

New Post has been published on http://lovehorses.net/poll-recap-feeding-alfalfa/

Poll Recap: Feeding Alfalfa

Of the 1,244 respondents, 504 (41%) said their horses consume alfalfa hay.

Photo: iStock

When you dish up your horse’s daily ration, is alfalfa included? Inselectweek’s online poll, we asked our readersprovidedthey fed their horses alfalfa. More than 1,200 people responded,withwe’ve tallied the results!

Of the 1,244 respondents, 504 (41%) replied yes, they feed their horses alfalfa hay. Another 149 respondents (12%) said they feed their horses alfalfa pellets, while 119 individuals (10%) give their horses alfalfa cubes. Anextra100 respondents (8%) said they feed their horses other forms of alfalfa,andthe remaining 372 respondents (30%) said they do not include alfalfa in their horses’ diets.

Additionally, more than 150 people commentedabouttheir alfalfa-feeding tendencies:

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“I give second-cut alfalfa hay in winter for calories.”

“I feed alfalfa haywithpellets. My OTTBs do well withheapsof protein.”

“I supplementoneflaketheday for his stomach andadditionalprotein.”

“Onlyanflake before meals to buffer stomach acid. Otherwise he gets grass hay.”

“I did this winter,andtheir feed (Thrive) isthealfalfa-based product.”

“We feed alfalfa in the afternoon. Breakfastwithlunch areanmixture of oatwithorchardgrass hay.”

“I feedalittle alfalfa hay along with grass hayandabeet pulp mash.”

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“I feed alfalfa/timothy. I never feed alfalfa alone, always mix it with something else.”

“I'm feedingtheorchardgrass/alfalfa-mix hay.”

“We feed 1/4 alfalfaand3/4 Bermuda most of the time. We increase alfalfa during cold weatherwithheavy work.”

“Weuseoneorchard/alfalfa mix most of the time. We switch to straight alfalfa towards end ofpregnantwithwhile nursing forfinallyfour months.”

“Weoperateamixed grasses/alfalfa hay …a70:30 ratio”

“I feeda80% orchardgrass, 20% alfalfa-mix to my 4-year-oldandalfalfa/timothy pellets to the 30-year-old.”

“I feed mix of 50/50 alfalfawithbermuda”

“Iutilizeaalfalfaandryegrass blend.”

“I feedaalfalfawithorchardgrass hay mixture during the winter.”

“I feedaalfalfa/brome mix just toaof my horses due to trouble chewing. Alfalfa is softer.”

Several people said they feed their horse alfalfa cubes or pellets:

“I feed cubes along with grass hay, supplements, and, of course, carrots.”

“I splitthealfalfacubeOncetreat occasionally”

“I giveonefew alfalfa cubesAstreats.”

“IGettingalfalfa/timothy pellets for my 34-year-old mare.”

“My horse is oldandcan't eat hay. Soaked alfalfa cubes are great.”

“My senior Arabian gets alfalfa/oat pellets with grass hay. My Mini won't eat anything but alfalfa hay.”

“We onlyutilizesoaked timothy/alfalfa hay cubes for our three seniors at our barn. I prefer no alfalfa, though.”

“IHavingfedallthree beforewitham currently feeding cubes.”

“I give hay cubesWhentreats in cooler monthswiththewarm haycubestewOncetheweek during winter months.”

“We feed cubesAsthesupplement for growing youngsters.”

“I feed pellets only in the winter to supplement hay; none the rest of the year.”

“I feed the older pony that cannot chew hay alfalfa pellets only.”

“I feed alfalfa pellets with oatsAt the timemy horses ‘grain’ feed twice daily.”

afew respondents mentioned other ways they incorporate alfalfa into their horses’ diets:

“We feed grass hay but also givethehandful of alfalfa every day oraccordinglyfor nutritional variety.”

“Ioperatealfalfa chaff.”

“I just feed it to my senior horse with extensive teeth issues. She gets chopped alfalfa. The othersGettinggrass hay.”

“WeoperatealfalfaAt the timeatreat. It'sanpopular one, too.”

“We feed Lucerne chaff.”

“Weusechaff, plus concentrated pellets.”

“My horse gets alfalfa meal in his senior feed.”

someindividuals shared why they do not feed alfalfa:

“I only feed grass hay. Alfalfa is not good for mules.”

“I don’t feed alfalfa because I ended up with two Morgans getting heaves from it!”

“It's too rich for my horses,andnot readily available in my area anyway.”

“IHaveHaflingers. No alfalfa, ever.”

“I feed orchardgrass andsporadicallytimothy pellets, but no alfalfa or bermuda.”

“My OTTB becomesonehyper, nervous, unrideable messwhetherI feed him alfalfa.”

“My husband's Quarter Horse has HYPPwithcan't be fed alfalfa or products containing excess potassium.”

andothers left general comments:

“We triedthecouple of times, but my horse wouldGetsuper skittish, spooky,andvery jumpy.”

“OnlyOnceneeded forcertainhorses atsuretimes of the year”

“My easy-going trail horse becomesabarrel horse when fed alfalfa.”

“My animals areeverygood doers.ifI had any that needed extramomentI would feed alfalfa cubes.”

“In South Africa, it’sanessentialdetailof their dietOnceour hay is not alwaysbrilliantquality.”

“Good-quality grass hay iseverymy horse requires.”

Youmayfind Hay” subtopic pages.

This week, wecravingto know: is air qualityanconcern orchallengein your barn? TheHorse.com/polls!

The results of our TheHorse.com.

About the Author

Jennifer Whittle, TheHorse.com Web Producer

Jennifer Whittle, TheHorse.com Web Producer, isthelifelong horse owner who competes with her Appaloosas in Western performance events. She istheUniversity of Kentucky graduateandholdsonebachelor’smeasurein Community CommunicationsandLeadership Development,andmaster’smeasurein Career, Technical,withLeadership Education. She currently lives on asuperficialfarm in Lawrenceburg, Kentucky.

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darkmerlot341-blog · 8 years ago

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Forbidden Affair Pt. 10

After lunch, Andrew asked me if I wanted to tour the grounds a little.

“Honestly, I kind of need a tour of the house. It is soo large, I feel like I could get lost in it! A tour of the grounds would be nice though. Elaine said that you ride horses?” I laughed.

Andrew lit up at that. “Yes. I do indeed ride horses. I have ten or so that I work with. Of those ten, I am currently working on fine tuning four of them for other people. Five of the horses are mine and one belongs to a riding center closer to London. They asked me to watch this horse and see if I could figure out how to fix her. The problem was not that hard to spot; but, the problem is much harder to fix than to spot. Would you like to go see them first? We can go buy you some clothes to ride in and I can teach you how. If you would like that is.” He stopped talking and looked at me rather sheepishly. I figured I could keep silent about knowing how to ride and surprise him.

“I would like that a lot.” I tried not to grin mischievously, though I doubt I kept the smile completely from my face. We walked out of the front door of the house and Andrew led me to the stables. The first two horses were big bay hunting horses.

“These two are Max and Martha.” I let them sniff my hands then moved on to the next stall. A smaller grey Arabian inhabited this stall.

“Is this the girl from London?” I asked as I gently patted her nose. She seemed to be a very sweet horse.

Andrew grabbed my hand, “She bites. And yes, this is the horse from London. I believe that she just kind of hurts from an issue on the inside.”

I looked closely at her. “Yes. If you look, one side of her stomach is slightly more distended than the other side. An abscess maybe?” I pointed at her stomach, being careful to stay out of biting range. Andrew looked where I was pointing and then at the other side.

“Huh. I cannot believe I missed that.” He touched my shoulder, “You have an eye for horse-flesh. I think you will be a natural at riding.” I smiled up at him. We then looked at another young filly and a gelding that belonged to a count.

“They are nearly ready to go back to their home. They are pretty quick learners.” Andrew said and gave each of them a short ear rub. The next two horses across the hallway were beating against the stall doors. “I feel like these two are making absolutely no progress. They are still just as fiery as the day they arrived, if not more so.” Andrew sighed slightly then grabbed onto my hand and led me back down the aisle to two stalls right next to each other with embossed signs.

“Lord and Lady. Original.” I commented dryly.

“Maybe so, but these are going to be our horses. Lord is mine and I would like you to have Lady.” Andrew was brimming with pride, “I trained them myself and I wanted to share that with you.” I looked into Lady’s stall to see a leopard spotted appaloosa. She obviously had some smaller horse in her somewhere since she was relatively short. “I thought she was going to be fun when I bought her. She has Paso Fino blood in her from her mother. Her sire was a Knabstrup. So, she isn’t pure bred. Lady does come from pure lines though. Lord is the same, only bigger…”

I interrupted him with a sigh, “She’s beautiful. I love her.” Lady had walked to the front of her stall at the sight of me and proffered her nose to be petted.

“Would you like to give her a cookie?” Andrew indicated a small bin in between our horses’ stalls. Lady gratefully accepted the cookie and nuzzled my hand for more.

“She is sweet too.” I looked up at him and smiled as big as I could, “Thank you. She’s absolutely perfect.” Andrew did not even know me or had even seen my profile when he decided to train this horse for me. He had probably heard my name mixed in with other girls’ names and family ties. I stepped back from Lady then looked into Lord’s stall. He looked far fierier than Lady, but still looked like he could be gentle when he needed to be. They were a perfect match.

The last horse was older, yet still in his prime. “Jane and Matthew use him for riding. Lucky is perfect for beginners.” Andrew looked at him for a minute then turned to me and held out his hand, “Would you like to see the rest of the grounds?” I nodded and took his hand in my own.

“Show me your favorite spots first.”

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warofthenewage-rpg · 8 years ago

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Congratulations Lyndzi!

You have been accepted as Lessa Callahan with the face of Katie Cassidy.

Name: Lyndzi

Pronouns: She

Age: 33

Timezone: EST

Activity Level: 5-7 ORIGINAL CHARACTER INFO:

Faceclaim Wanted: Katie Cassidy

Second Choice: Cher Lloyd

Name: Lessa Callahan

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Species: Metahuman

Affiliation: Rebel Army

Rank: Scout

Powers/Abilities: Animal Manipulation – the power to influence animal behavior.

Weaknesses: Powers cannot be used on intelligent/anthropomorphic/evolved species

Para Sample: Lessa clucked her tongue and twitched the end of the lunge line in her hand. “Get up, Chantz! Trot!” She laughed as Chantz, the Arabian-Appaloosa mix that was her current trainee, tossed his head and sped up to a high stepping trot.

I don’t see why I have to pretend to be learning this again – Chantz protested in Lessa’s mind. Just because the boss man is watching?

Lessa rolled her eyes and clucked again while watching the ‘boss man’ out of the corner of her eye.

“You’ve got him looking real good, Lessa. I have to say I’m impressed. I never thought that hot head would be good for anything but stud.” Red, her current employer, sauntered up to the edge of the ring and raised his chin at her. “You think he’ll listen to me now?”

Lessa twitched the line once and called out “Whoa”. As Chantz slowed to a stop, Red walked over to her and held his hand out for the line. She passed it over and said “Remember, a gentle voice, but with enthusiasm. Make sure he knows you’re happy that he’s doing this.”

Alright, Chantz. Behave now, you know he loves you and there’s no reason for you to be a pain. Lessa stuck her tongue out at Chantz as she stepped behind Red to watch.

“Walk, Chantz” Red called out. Chantz began a sedate walk at the end of the line. “Well then! I think that’s the first time he’s ever done that for me without the switch!” Red’s smile was radiant as he started to feel a bond with his stallion. “You’re a miracle worker! I wish I had more work for you, Lessa, I really do. But…well you know times are hard for farms right now. Hell, I wish that ‘rebel army’ I keep hearing wind of had a cavalry. I bet they’d pay good money for a stallion like this.”

“Rebel army?” Lessa pushed her blonde hair away from her face. “What kind of stories have you been hearing?” She stopped watching Chantz and turned her attention to the man in front of her.

“Oh, you know. Those Metahumans with their weird tricks. The government and them are at each other with how things should be run, how they should be treated.” Red shook his head and called out to Chantz to canter. “Too much for a simple man like me. I don’t think I’d appreciate being treated the way they’re being treated though. Can’t say as I blame them Metas at all.”

Lessa sucked in a breath. She knew that there were stirrings of a rebellion in the metahuman community, but this was the first time she’d heard it referred to as an army. “Wow, Red. That’s crazy stuff. Where would an army like that even be based?”

“Well, from what I’ve heard, they’re in Pansaw, California.” Red slowed Chantz to a stop and turned to look at her concernedly. “You aren’t thinking of trying to work for them, are you girl? I don’t think they’ve got any horses that need trained. I wouldn’t want you getting yourself into trouble.”

“No, Red…of..of course not. I was just curious is all.” She smiled up at him and turned and walked to Chantz. She made a show of fussing over him for behaving well while she spoke to him. This is huge, Chantz. Do you think I could even do anything for them? I am Meta. Do I belong there?

Chantz shook his forelock from his face and turned his head to see her better. You won’t know unless you try, Lessa. I can’t tell you what to do, I can only try to be as helpful as you have been for me and the boss man. He stamped his hoof and snorted. You can’t keep living like this. I see how you crave human interaction. Though I’ll miss you, you won’t know unless you try.

Lessa patted Chantz on his neck and turned and walked back to her living quarters in the barn. She sat on her cot and rolled Chantz’s words around in her head. You won’t know unless you try…

#wotna accepted

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