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[Scottish Girl]

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[Scottish Girl]

Form~
Name:
Andrew Bell
Age:
17
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Andrew has two personalities. Around his friends he is a dare devil, and comedian. Around his masters he is honest, quiet and hard working. It is hard to anger Andrew, but he does tend to get in trouble alot. He is known for being the best horseman in the whole country, so he will cost alot to buy. he is also very handsome, but is terrible with girls. He is usually owned by old wealthy men, so has no experience with girls.
History:
His parents were killed when he was 5 years old, in front of his eyes. He was taught about horses from an old Duke. When the duke died he was sold to a prince. The prince entered Andrew in many shows, and competitions. Eventually he earned the title of best horseman. But it hasn't been easy for Andrew. If he didn't win he would get punished. and the prince doesn't like him
Looks:

Status:
Slave
Body Markings?:
The prince had Andrew get a tattoo kind of thing. All important slaves have them so it means they cant run away

Crush:
open
Gf/Bf:
open
Other:

[summer monday]

{ f o r m }
Name:
Thalia
Age:
sixteen
Gender:
female
Personality:
Thalia is the bright girl of a dark house. She comes from a family of odd origin and people far more horrid, but she remains one of the purest people in her vicinity. Despite her dark hair are rare smiles, she is quite a friendly girl, more daring than deemed appropriate for most women. She remains calm and composed whenever possible, but if you catch her in the right freeze frame, Thalia is more beauty and less beast. She tends to keep to herself because of the girl beneath her facade, one with a taste for adventure and riding that isn't side saddle. Someone who is willing to accept her, though, will find a brilliant girl below it all.
History:
Thalia grew up in a regulated household, with a sickly mother who she rarely saw. To this day, her mother stays in her chamber, her father visits her once a day, and Thalia once a week. Her father was the guardian from the start, though not a parent. He cared less for her well being than the money he would receive from her marriage. Because of this, she became independent. With their extensive grounds, richly furnished estate, and plethora of stables, pastures, and acres of woods, she learned to keep herself entertained.
Looks:
xx | xx
Status:
nobleman's daughter
Body markings?:
none
Crush:
none
Gf/bf:
none
Other:
none

[summer monday]

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[Scottish Girl]

Andrew took down his horse into a trot as he entered through the gates, into the estate. His master, the prince rode just ahead of him on his white mare, while Andrew rode the black stallion named Thunder. he was here for a riding competition. The owner of the estate had challenged the prince, so here he was. They stopped outside the large house, and Andrew dismounted, but stayed beside his horse in case he decided to gallop away. Thunder was a large friesan, and had been trained since a foal by Andrew himself. a large man came down the front steps with a grin on his face, and shook the princes hand. Behind him was a stable boy, older then Andrew, but not as good. The man looked at Andrew,"Well, judging by the tattoo I would say this is Andrew. best horseman in the country. Well, well we shall see, I am pretty confident of mine you know," said the man. Andrew gritted his teeth and glanced down at his tattoo. It was pretty, but he hated it. He wore a t-shirt with short sleeves, which meant that it was clearly seen. Since the prince had told him to wear it he didn't complain, but now he realized why.

[summer monday]

{ t h a l i a }

Thalia watched as her father exited the estate, greeting the slave and prince. With the tattoo on his arm, it was easy to see where his loyalties lay, what his ranking was. It was still to her surprise that, despite the cruelty of slave owners across the kingdom, he was still deemed the best horseman. She rode by night, and only during the dark, when her father was asleep and the stable hands weren't there to stop her from mounting. She'd taught herself many a trick, but Thalia had never learned from an equestrian, only felt her way in the dark, both literally and figuratively. She found her father occupied in the two pawns of his competition, so she deemed it safe enough to slip out of her chamber. Cliche or not, it was the tower room, where she both had the best view and the best escape route. The trellis that led downwards from the high height was something that Thalia had mastered climbing years ago, and, even in her long, white dress, the only type of clothing her father provided her with, she was able to swing through the window, latch her heeled shoes in the nooks between the thorny vines, and start her descent downwards.

Her father, back facing towards the tower, would never notice. She didn't know if the prince or the slave would see her, though, so every so often, she turned around to make sure they weren't watching. One hand held her dress in a bundle so it wouldn't be torn, and the other supported her as she swung from rung to rung, eventually hitting the ground with a near silent thump.

[Scottish Girl]

The man and the prince walked inside, and Andrew and the other boy, his competition grinned at each other. They hugged each other, "It's been a long time Charlie," said Andrew with a laugh.The ginger haired boy grinned to,
"Not looking so good huh, heard the prince wasn't the nicest of guys," said Charlie as they sat down on the front steps. Andrew shook his head, glancing around to check that no one heard him, "Not at all," he said with a laugh. As the talked Thunder, Andrew's horse, was grazing on the green grass near the wall. He wasn't looking where he was going, and bumped into Thalia. Thunder reared up in fright, just as the man and the prince came out. Andrew was at once there, beside the large Frisian, stroking his mane. Thunder nuzzled against Andrew, still looking scared. the king came over,"Goodness Thalia, are you all right! Well, now that you are here we might as well continue with the little bet," said the man. Prince nodded, and waited until the man was talking to Charlie. The prince leaned over towards Andrew and said,"Listen here boy, either you win this, or I'll use your back skin as a rug," snarled the Prince.

[summer monday]

{ t h a l i a }

Thalia watched worriedly as the prince threatened the slave. She had never believed in such things as servants, and tried to do everything she could, to her abilities, instead of letting other people complete her own simple tasks. Obviously, the prince was not this type, and with the way he threatened Andrew, it was easy to see that he meant what he said. She bit her lip, retreating into the shadows, trying to think of a way to guarantee him a success. She didn't know how, other than to rely on the fact that he possibly was the best horseman in the kingdom; it was the only thing she could rely on, as well. Pulling her dress into her hand, she started up the trellis, perching halfway on the high frame of wood, watching from above. Interesting things rarely happened around the castle, and she was lucky to have been present for an event like this.

[Scottish Girl]

Andrew and Charlie had three events. Dressage, Show jumping and a Race. Andrew loved Dressage. he held the reins tight, and very slowly Thunder moved into the arena with his legs going high into the air as he walked. Andrew did a few other tricks, then at the end Thunder put one foot out, and bowed with his head down. The prince had a smirk on his face, and Thalia's father looked astonished. Andrew did everything excellently, and even won the race at the end. Thalia's father was gobsmacked. He and the prince walked inside, talking earnestly to each other. Andrew and Charlie had dismounted and were standing, a bit away from their horses laughing together, just like when they were children. They didn't notice Thalia, in fact they didn't notice anything apart from each toher.

[summer monday]

{ t h a l i a }

Thalia watched with an open mouth as Andrew won each event. Her feet dangled precariously, moving with the breeze, as did the roses beside her. Some left small open wounds across her forearms, and she hurried to wipe the blood away. Her father couldn't know she'd been gone. As she watched Andrew and her own stable boy talking, she felt a pang of adventure, or maybe just the girl she'd raised herself to be, bubble up inside herself, and she was scrambling down the trellis with silent ease, slipping behind the estate, and letting herself into the stables. No one was there at the moment, thanks to the fact that Charlie was speaking with the visiting slave. She found what she knew as her mare, although no one had known Thalia even set a hand on a horse in her life, and easily led her out. She mounted with nothing except reins, thankful that her dress was long enough that she was able to ride facing forward, instead of in sidesaddle.

Kicking the mare to a canter, she pulled around her home to where the boys were, halting her mare. She raised her eyebrows, just the slightest hint of a smile dangling off her lips. "You two up for a ride?"