Username;; ♔Voltaire♔
Show Name: Under the Radar
Barn Name: Gale
Gender: Stallion
Age: 5
Height: 17hh
Halter: (#F7E7CE) with silver buckles
Discipline: Mounted Archery
Competition:
"So, Archery, eh? Guess I found who the culprit was."
I squint. "What do you mean?"
"Your handler must be Cupid, Gale, because I've definitely been shot by a love arrow... and all I can see is you now."
"Hah Hah, very funny Jax, now kindly screw off." That gets a laugh out of the coquettish stallion, who's eyes sparkle in unfounded amusement. I haven't fully settled in to life at Sonata Stables, the countryside a brand new point of view from the suburban life I grew accustomed to, and my irritably flirtatious neighbor isn't making the situation better in the slightest.
I grew up on a larger farm, mostly consisting of beef cattle and smaller livestock. My parents were drivers, tacked up every morning to herd the cattle into greener pastures or settle them into the barns for the night. That left me alone for the most part, kicking up dirt with my hooves and sending it right at the barn cats or raccoons that would meander into the barn for the grain. I belonged to the farmer's daughter, a small strawberry blonde obsessed with everything high-end and fashionable, opposing the mud and grime of farm labor. Needless to say, although I was hers, her father cared for me the whole time I lived there- until he couldn't sit and watch me rot anymore, donating me to a larger stables where I would then begin Mounted Archery training. I spent most of my time in the great outdoors and training on the courses they had set up for my discipline, however like everything, fads die out and my discipline became less popular compared to others. In order to manage their funds, they disbanded their Archery training and in turn everything I had worked for up until that very point. Fortunately for me, the stables had me transferred to the much larger and rural Sonata Stables, where hopefully I can continue my training in their budding Archery Training courses. Good things however come with sacrifices- I can finally continue my training, however I have to put up with this meathead in the stall next to me every single day of my existence.
Jax isn't horrible, but he isn't the best either, the stallion immediately making passes at me as soon as I was led into my stall the very first day. His pickup lines are creative, that's for certain, though they tend to fluctuate between really smooth and completely cringe. He's a wonderful conversationalist when he wants to be, and truly does look out for those he considers his closest friends- though not a day has gone by where he hasn't tried flirting with someone, even if they were promised to another. It's concerning to say the least, however it seems that this daily occurrence has always been so; and not many of his herd-mates take his antics at face value. Even if Jax is a shameless casanova, he was the very first horse to welcome me and offer his assistance whenever I deemed necessary.
"Thinking of me, brown eyes?" he jests, and it takes everything in me to not smack the lilt out of his tone. I grunt and roll my eyes much to his amusement, and I turn away from him.
"Not a chance. How about-"
"I go pick on someone my own size?" He grins.
"Do not even start with me Jax, cut it out with the short jokes."
"Suit yourself."
The prospect of living at Sonata Stables for the rest of my life is quite daunting; my lack of social skills coinciding with my tendency for self-isolation now the sharpest thorns in my side. I had never expected to find myself in the position I am presently, bantering with a rugged veteran of the fields I will soon join him in once I have settled completely- but it's far from unwelcome, and I secretly cannot wait to see where our budding friendship takes us.















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