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[vash the stampede.]

Taylor:
I pulled Obsidian out of the way and tied him to the front of the house. "My name's Taylor by the way," I said.

[mishka.]

Mackenzie Ann Truvot {Max
She nodded her head both ways, looking at the black horse and then bit her lower lip. She was testing the many possibilities in her head. "I guess that'll do for now." She turned back to Taylor. "Save the intros for later, you ready?" she looked at Kat who had already been climbing up on the trailer's side, the horse eating some oats from her flat hand. "Alright, here we go." Max opened a side door as carefully as she could and then hooked the halter on Cor Ignis. So far so good. She thought and started cooing the horse.

Amanda Katharine Truvot
Mandy stood on the trailer's side, giggling as Cor's lips tickled her hand when he grabbed oats. She stepped down when Max got in and nodded her head to Taylor, telling her to unlatch the back door so she could bring the stallion out. "I'm Amanda Katharine Truvot, by the way." She smiled. "But most people call me Mandy, Kat or Kit."

[vash the stampede.]

Taylor
I unlatched the back door, my breathing easy and steady. I knew for as long as I had been riding that horses can sense the uneasiness in your breathing and can, maybe, charge, but if your steady and strong, then you'd have a chance.

I made all that up lol}}

[mishka.]

{actually, part of its true. A horse can somewhat sense your uneasiness or tension. I've found that out the hard way quite a few times}

[vash the stampede.]

wow so what i said was true im impressed}}

[mishka.]

{somewhat, and cool, lol. I gtg to my sister's concert, might be on later or during.}

[vash the stampede.]

okay}}

[mishka.]

{back! post soon}

[HorseCraze101]

full name:
{Nuraya Kole}
nicknames:
{Raya, Ray-ray}
age:
{17}
description:
{Dark brown, curly hair, icy blue eyes, and stands roughly 5'4".}
personality:
{Quiet, shy, and very very sneaky. When it comes to it she could sneak up behind a cat and it wouldn't know it. Caring, kind. Raya is very sweet once you get past her outside layer. If she feels threatened her aggressive side shows and it's not pretty. So don't get on her bad side. But for the most part, Raya could barely hurt a fly.}
history:
{she keeps it hidden and won't tell anyone unless she knows she can trust them.}
horse:
{Tornado}
Crush
{Nobody yet}


name:
{Tornado (tor-NAH-doe)}
age:
{5}
gender:
{Male/Stallion}
up for breeding?:
{No}
breed:
{Registered Black Fresian}

[mishka.]

{that's my irl sister}
Mackenzie Ann Truvot {Max}
Max slowly turned the horse to face the back door. When it swung open, making a bunch of screeching sounds, Cor Ignis began to spook. He tried to rear and began stomping on the metal. Max wouldn't have it. She pulled on his lead rope, shouting a few commands at him, slowly quieting her voice as he did his temper. "Alright, easy boy." she cooed. "Step down, step down." she continued to repeat until the horse finally quite hesitating and took a step down from the trailer, his hooves now on the ground. With only a few more troubles, Cor Ignis finally got out of the trailer. "Alright, KitKat, come over here and hold him."

Amanda Katharine Truvot
She shook her head, afraid to handle the riled up horse. But when her sister gave her a look, she caved. Amanda grabbed hold of the lead rope, ready to let go if the horse freaked. She waited, cringing, as her sister went to grab some oats from a bag in the bed over pick up. She saw Max walk over to the girl known as Taylor. "Open your hand. It's better if he starts getting used to you now rather than him freaking as you pass by or when I'm working with him. It may ease him into this place a bit."