Grand Champion Ranch 「Always Accepting V.2」

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Lee let the mare loose in the pasture and closed the gate. "Good job, Mangle." He offered her another treat. He waited for her to take or refuse it.

Mangle threw her head happily, moving to walk back over to Lee when he held out a treat. She gently took it, crunching on it as she looked around, always liking to watch people riding their horses around, the thought entertained her a bit.

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[ oops didnt forget about this totally, anyone open?

[astro.]

ooc; my characters Carmine and her horses Number One Errorist and Cold As Stone are

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{ Jackie & her horse Scrappy are open, they are in the outdoor arena right now }

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[ Maybe Carmine and Ali (my character) could go to the outdoor to see Jackie?

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Jackie was sweating, still trying desperately to catch Scrappy. Finally she managed to grasp the rope and she grabbed tight, planting herself firm and giving it a sharp yank. She dug her heels into the ground, gritting her teeth. Only then did she notice someone watching. Oh great. She felt her embarrassment rise even more. "I'm so sorry you had to see this," she called out. Scrappy finally slowed down and came into her. "You are the craziest thing," she said to the horse, reaching to pet him. He neighed and jerked his head away, stomping his hooves on the ground and yanking his head around.

{ sure! here is my last post. she is currently struggling with her horse }

[astro.]

Is it okay if I have Carmine hop on Errorist to ride? I'll make a post on it, haha.

Carmen

The blonde girl was wearing a pair of tan breeches and black, scuffed riding boots, and a heather grey sweatshirt as she clipped the crimson red lead rope to Errorist's navy blue halter, leading the rowdy buckskin thoroughbred into the cross ties. Quickly, she brushed his clipped coat off, left for the tackroom, and came back with a navy blue saddle pad, black jumping saddle, and shiny black bridle with a figure eight nose piece. As soon as Carmen was done tacking up the bouncy stallion, she put splints on his front canons, unhooked his halter from around his neck, grabbed her helmet and a dressage whip, and headed out towards the arena. On her way, the buckskin caught a whiff of something, probably a mare in heat, and reared. Carmen yanked on the steps, pulling the horse back down. Luckily, he responded well to the pressure being applied by the strong multi-jointed bit. She had also applied a chain under his chin, for extra precaution. The rest of the walk was simple, and for easy, she mounted before arriving, rounding out the thoroughbred nicely as she walked into the arena, spotting a girl wildly chasing a horse around. She stopped Errorist, letting the blue-eyed stud watch, so he didn't spook. She kept the whip tucked back, away from his haunches, and stayed in the corner, grasping onto the white roots of his main, just in case.


Number One Errorist

The buckskin stood, uneasily watching the girl and her horse. He wanted to jump, not watch idly while someone took up his time. He snorted angrily, stomping and dancing to the side as his rider tried to calm him. She could feel her nudging him with the piece of metal in his mouth, the chain under his chin yanking him back. The older stallion remembered his younger days, a bell, a cheer, sprinting down a turf track and under the wire. His legs itched to run like that again, and he got a taste of that whenever he got to run a jumping course.


Cold As Stone

A dark, dark bay stallion stood in a large green pasture, long white legs invading the near black tone. He blue eyes lazily flicked around, white roots of his mane fading into dark bay. His older half brother, Errorist, was in the arena- Coldstone had watched him pass. Coldstone picked his head up and looked around, prancing at the scent of heat. He didn't know where it was coming from, but it smelled far away, maybe not even on the property. Either way, the thoroughbred picked up his head and plumed his tail, showing off his speed as he sprinted to one end of his paddock and back, screaming loudly.

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Ryce smiled and rubbed the back of his head. "You got him?" He asked, just checking up.

Lee smiled and left her to be happy. "Springy! Spring Trap!" Lee spoke and wandered around.

(Ok! Idk when front will get updated.)

(Uhh. Did Shadow make a mistake? 0.0 *dies* oooo please nossssss!)
(Oh, it's Carmine and Carmen. *dies* gah)

Snowflake snorted hearing all the studs make a fuss. She flicked her tail around, quiet calmly doing her best to ignore the studs, but she was much too curious. She perked her head over and offered a squeal back. Tess looked at Snowflake. "I see you seem to be in heat again. Every fall. You are one weird horse." She commented, only getting a snort back as she clipped a lead to the thoroughbred mare and lead her out.

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Mangle relaxed as she walked around her field, stretching out her legs and enjoying the nice day. She didn't have a care in the world right now.

Springtrap remained with Ruvik, following him around and flicking her tail at bugs that neared her. She was happy and content with her new friend for now, in the padlocked field away from others.

[astro.]

Is it okay if I have Carmen hop on Errorist to ride? I'll make a post on it, haha.

Carmen

The blonde girl was wearing a pair of tan breeches and black, scuffed riding boots, and a heather grey sweatshirt as she clipped the crimson red lead rope to Errorist's navy blue halter, leading the rowdy buckskin thoroughbred into the cross ties. Quickly, she brushed his clipped coat off, left for the tackroom, and came back with a navy blue saddle pad, black jumping saddle, and shiny black bridle with a figure eight nose piece. As soon as Carmen was done tacking up the bouncy stallion, she put splints on his front canons, unhooked his halter from around his neck, grabbed her helmet and a dressage whip, and headed out towards the arena. On her way, the buckskin caught a whiff of something, probably a mare in heat, and reared. Carmen yanked on the steps, pulling the horse back down. Luckily, he responded well to the pressure being applied by the strong multi-jointed bit. She had also applied a chain under his chin, for extra precaution. The rest of the walk was simple, and for easy, she mounted before arriving, rounding out the thoroughbred nicely as she walked into the arena, spotting a girl wildly chasing a horse around. She stopped Errorist, letting the blue-eyed stud watch, so he didn't spook. She kept the whip tucked back, away from his haunches, and stayed in the corner, grasping onto the white roots of his main, just in case.


Number One Errorist

The buckskin stood, uneasily watching the girl and her horse. He wanted to jump, not watch idly while someone took up his time. He snorted angrily, stomping and dancing to the side as his rider tried to calm him. She could feel her nudging him with the piece of metal in his mouth, the chain under his chin yanking him back. The older stallion remembered his younger days, a bell, a cheer, sprinting down a turf track and under the wire. His legs itched to run like that again, and he got a taste of that whenever he got to run a jumping course.

Cold As Stone

Continuing his 'stallion' fit, Coldstone, raced to the gate of his paddock, not stopping in time and crashing into it with a crack. It didn't seem to hurt him in the least, and he simply danced backwards on his thin cannons. His dark, sleek clipped coat glistened in the dull sunlight, and he tossed his mane as he stared after the white and black mare being led away by the redheaded girl. The racing-converted jumping horse nickered after her, sticking his muscular neck far out over the gate. Whisking his tail over his haunches, he shifted his weight, cocking a rear hoof as he stared at the mare. Coldstone snorted, trying to act like Errorist, but failed and ended up snorting loudly and kicking wildly. He wasn't anything like his half-brother, although he tried to be like the calm, proud thoroughbred his dam had had a year before him.