by landofmakebelieve » Wed Nov 05, 2014 2:23 pm
(Any of them could meet any of mine if you want.)
Klaus simply rolled his eyes and turned away. He couldn't care less if it was casual conversing or flirting, no brute was to talk to Rebekah, unless of course they were the alpha, beta or delta.
Rebekah finished off what she wanted of the rabbit and sat up. Squinting against the morning sun, the tan fae sighed softly, longingly watching a pup scamper around.
Elijah got rid of the remaining bones of he and his sister's breakfast. The black brute yawned and stretched, sqeezing his brown eyes shut. Then he opened them and gazed around camp.

hello, bonjour
please call me believe
herro der mes amis, i am believe. proud canadian, ottb loving, colt breaking, nfr dreaming. pictured on the left is my racetrack reject, landofmakebelieve, aka molly, moo, shmoo, whatever name comes to mind x] molly is a 10 year old canadian bred thoroughbred mare, and standing at about 16.2hh, we look a little wonky when we chase cans, but la dee da that's alright. molly and i tried several disciplines. i tried desperately to get her to catch on to dressage, but unfortunately, she still has the race bred mind and is all go. however, together we found a discipline which we could both enjoy; western gaming. this summer we started travelling to barrel races locally. our current record on a standard size pattern is 17.314 and we are improving with every run. and to all the low budget barrel racers out there such as myself, a word of advise; chin up darling. you may not have a million dollar mount under your butt, but you and your crossbred, rejected, hard headed, rescue baby can do it. you know why? cause those girls sitting in their custom circle y's, upon shiny, top of the line mounts are full of themselves. they think there's no way they can lose. they get cocky. stay humble, believe in yourself, in your horse, and most importantly ride your little heart out.