❋ Northern Valley Equestrian Academy ❋ Open and Accepting!

[Stonefly]

|Jason Wanye|
word|Flying Grayson|

Walking at a slow pace Jason made his way towards the horse barn to double check on his gelding. Even though a few weeks have passed Jason knew of Grayson's weird quirks about being away from home. It seemed that the dapple grey gelding seemed to get homesick and his performance would be off. Walking up to Grayson's stall he reached into the stall and clicked his tongue to get his horse's attention. When Grayson lifted his head Jason smiled and reached his hand into the stall to pet him "hows my big boy? you feeling okay today?" Looking at his horse he could not help but smile, everything started out as a dream to be somewhere like this and now that he actually was here it still amazed him. Quickly Jason reached into his back pocket and pulled out a some carrot pieces and tossed it into the grain bucket before he turned around and made his way towards the tack room. He had already ridden Grayson so all he had left to do was make sure his tack was in order and cleaned. Pushing the door open Jason slipped into the room and went straight for his dark cosby saddle, grabbing the saddle soap in the process. Pulling the cotton cover from his saddle Jason began to work at cleaning his saddle, humming to the tune of Luke Bryan.

[skippy.]

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Ｈｏｒｓｅ: ; Let's Go Dancing
Ｃｒｕｓｈ；; Possibly
Ｗｈｅｒｅ；; Arena
Ｔａｇｓ；;

Katherine let out a yawn audible from down the hall, having been up since early in the day. Thankfully it was Sunday, which meant no lessons,no instruction,no jobs to do. Though the girl had still managed to get up at 5 and wander out to the stable's only to find her horse missing. Before bringing him back to the stall she had hooked him up to the cross-ties, taking the advantage of the situation and grooming the stallion before placing him back in his stall. Sure, she had taken him on a walk and taken her sweet time getting him back,but what else was she to do? Katherine hadn't even put on riding clothes,just her jeans, paddock boots and a old softball tournament shirt. She didnt know where she stood with many people, but knew she had befriended a boy named Scott,who she gave a small smile too as she put away her grooming box.

[The.Crystal.Gems]

Jasper Longmire

18/Diva/Tags; open/crush; none

Jasper sat in front of her sassy mare's stall with her black albion dressage saddle. The saddle had a lot of history to it. It was about 35 years old and it belonged to her trainer back in her home state Delaware. Both her trainer and Jasper were short and the small twist on the saddle fit them both perfectly. The pink haired girl finished wiping down the saddle with her favorite conditioner she then covered it up with its red saddle cover. Jasper carried the piece of tack into the ever so clean tack room and brought a few treats and her pink grooming supplies out. Diva let out a low nicker knowing she was about to get her favorite treat, peppermints. Jasper laughed at her horses expression. Diva was defiantly named right. At home she would act like the little devil, but as soon as you took her off property for a show she was a saint. She would immediately want to show off and made Jasper's job a lot easier. Jasper slipped on Diva's leather halter and lead her out to the cross ties. She brushed the light layer of dust of of her horses polished light dappled grey coat. "Do you want to go for a ride?" she spoke to her horse while picking out her front left hoof.

[still.believing]

Hunter R. Fallon
Practice: English - 3 Day Eventer
18 - Female - Singe/Straight
Fura: Stallion - Way: Mare
Originally From: Austin, Texas
Tags: open

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When Hunter had opened her mouth to reply was when everything tumbled down. She cursed in spanish under her breath, pushing her self off the floor. Taking Savannah's hand with a thank you and stood. "Sorry about all this mess. I just got finished cleaning tack and all that fun stuff and couldn't get my pads on the racks." Hunter explained. Now standing, the teen picked up a couple saddles and their pads. Then moved onto the conents of her tack trunk scattered across the room. "I'm usually not clumsy, I guess today isn't really my day. she chuckled.

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{{Please hang in with me for Eric ;o-o

Eric V. Kane
Practice: English - Cross Country
20 - Male - Singe/Straight
Kingsman - Stallion - D. Warmblood
Originally From: Spartanburg, South Carolina
Tags: open

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Eric was in Kingsman stall, on the ground, leaning against the wall with a snore. He had spent all night trying to think through all the kinks he and Kingsman had. Writing, drawing, tossing pillows across his dorm. There was a brush in his hand, signifying that he had went into the stall for a purpose, though a had different outcome. The liver chestnut stallion lowered his head to sniff at his owner before giving a loud snort, sending all kinds of nose goodies onto Eric's camouflage shirt. The dirty blonde haired teen woke with a start, dark green eyes wide. "Gah! Sorry boy, I didn't mean to crash on you like that." exclaimed, rushing to his feet. The gelding only sighed and lowered his head. "Yeah, yeah." he muttered. He took long strokes across Kingsman back, making sure to run a hand after the area he had brushed.

[.:shiver:.]

ＴＹＢＡＬＴ 'ＴＹ' ＡＬＥＸＡＮＤＥＲ ＪＡＣＫＳＯＮ
Male | 18 | Single | Bisexual | Tagged; Mason

The incessant beeping of his alarm woke Ty. However, he laid underneath the warm security of his duvet before his second alarm went off- telling him to get off or he'll be really late. He groaned, rolling over and slamming his hand onto the alarm clock in an attempt to silence it. He missed, catching the water glass on the bedside table, sending it downwards onto the wooden floor. He swore as it shattered, covering the floor in water and glass shards. He pushed himself up onto his elbow and quieted the alarm before swing his legs carefully over the side of the bed. He eased out of bed, trying to avoid the glass, but to no avail. A sliver embedded itself into his foot and he cursed again, this time slightly more violently. He carefully pulled the glass out and picked his way over to the small ensuite bathroom attached to the bedroom. He picked up the small dustpan and brush, sweeping up the wet glass. He dumped it into the bin before getting into the shower. He showered quickly, dragging his fingers through his damp hair in an attempt to brush it. He yanked on his dark jodhpurs, a polo shirt and his long brown boots, heading downstairs to get an apple that would serve as his breakfast and a treat for Storm.

Making his way down to the barn, Ty ate the apple, enjoying the crunchy sour-yet-sweet flesh of the fruit. He was still favouring the foot that had been stabbed with the glass, but the pain was starting to subside a little. He made his way down the aisle, hearing the soft whickers of horses greeting their owners and rustles of brushes on shining coats and hooves dragging through bedding along with the grinding sound of haynets being eaten. He smiled softly to himself. Although he had only been there for two weeks or so, the barn always felt like home. He reached Storm's stable and the dapple grey came over to the door at Ty's soft click, nosing the dark haired teen in a search for treats. Ty laughed, feeding what was left of his apple to the Irish Sports Horse cross. Ty smiled at the apple froth dripping down Storm's mouth, before he disappeared into the tack room to get his grooming things and Storm's headcollar. Once he returned, he opened the stable door, making his way just inside and slipping the leather over they grey's head before leading him out of the stables to the crossties. Seeing Mason struggling to get all of the dirt off of Erik he gave him a sympathetic grin before leading Storm into the next crosstie bay. "Grey horses, eh? Grooming is a neverending job." He commented. He was just glad Storm was still quite a dark dapple grey, although he'd surely fade as he aged. Greys that were basically white were a nightmare.

[luno]

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Charlie white
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he huffed as he pulled his horse into the stables. He had always been rather stubborn being left to himself; even after a long session of training. Charlie himself didn't enjoy his horse being left alone; holding the fear of him escaping.
After a few more grunts of effort; he had successfully managed to have Leca stand still so he could close the gate. He was yet to think of a show name for his horse, mainly because he preferred the name Leca to anything, so told everyone to call him that.

[ writers block.
also, if any of you lovely people have any useful links where I could improve my little amount of knowledge on horses; please do tell me c: ]

[still.believing]

Hunter R. Fallon
Practice: English - 3 Day Eventer
18 - Female - Singe/Straight
Fura: Stallion - Way: Mare
Originally From: Austin, Texas
Tags: open

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When Hunter had opened her mouth to reply was when everything tumbled down. She cursed in spanish under her breath, pushing her self off the floor. Taking Savannah's hand with a thank you and stood. "Sorry about all this mess. I just got finished cleaning tack and all that fun stuff and couldn't get my pads on the racks." Hunter explained. Now standing, the teen picked up a couple saddles and their pads. Then moved onto the conents of her tack trunk scattered across the room. "I'm usually not clumsy, I guess today isn't really my day. she chuckled.

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{{Please hang in with me for Eric ;o-o

Eric V. Kane
Practice: English - Cross Country
20 - Male - Singe/Straight
Kingsman - Stallion - D. Warmblood
Originally From: Spartanburg, South Carolina
Tags: open

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Eric was in Kingsman stall, on the ground, leaning against the wall with a snore. He had spent all night trying to think through all the kinks he and Kingsman had. Writing, drawing, tossing pillows across his dorm. There was a brush in his hand, signifying that he had went into the stall for a purpose, though a had different outcome. The liver chestnut stallion lowered his head to sniff at his owner before giving a loud snort, sending all kinds of nose goodies onto Eric's camouflage shirt. The dirty blonde haired teen woke with a start, dark green eyes wide. "Gah! Sorry boy, I didn't mean to crash on you like that." exclaimed, rushing to his feet. The gelding only sighed and lowered his head. "Yeah, yeah." he muttered. He took long strokes across Kingsman back, making sure to run a hand after the area he had brushed.

[Starwalker123]

Lucy Woodhaven, Horse: To Ask Me A Question, Tags: Alone, Location: Her Horses Stall
Lucy was the youngest of the riders… at 16. Savannah, Katherine and Jason where next in age at 17. She had sort of made friends with everyone however. She had woken up far too earlier this morning. Combed her hair and dressed then slipped out to the barn to be with Rude.
Lucy sat in her horses stall on a step stool. She was reading aloud to the great bay animal form Misty Of Chincoteague. The big horse was half asleep headed resting over his master’s shoulder. Lucy turned the pages slowly to not awaken the large animal.

Jacob Woodhaven, Horse: Different Colors, Dog: Pippen, Tags: Alone, Location: Dining Hall
Jacob awoke to a loud bark, Pippen’s alarm bark. His levels must had dropped when he was asleep. The black lab stood with her head over his to the side. Jacob sat up.
“Good Pippen. ” He praised. “Bring me my medical bag.”
Pippen had been trained to fetch lots of objects as well as do a number of other tasks. Pippen jumped off the bed and went into the bathroom. She came back caring his medical bag.
“Good Dog.” He praised.
Pippen laid down next to Jacob. He got out the test kit He pricked his arm and inserted it in the machine. It beeped and Jacob looked at the number.
“Low.” He muttered.
He put the kit away and set it on his bed. Then he dressed quickly in riding clothes. He put on Pippen’s harness with the packet for his test kit putting the kit in it. Then he and Pippen walked down to the Dining Hall. He grabbed a juice and some cream of wheat. Then he took a seat at a table near the door.

[katsu,]

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Ｓｃｏｔｔ


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college freshman, 18 yrs old

horse;; ace of spades, aka ace

where;; stalls

crush;; to be announced

tagged;; katherine
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The brown haired charming male finished up brushing the dark colored stallion coat and mane. His horse was content with the cleanliness, but he wouldn't stay like that forever. Soon Scott would be right back to where he started, except he would actually be washing the stallion instead of simply brushing him. A soft sigh escaped the freshman's lips, but he wasn't going to complain. He looked into the big eyes of the horse before saying "Now i just cleaned you, try to stay clean for a little longer than a day. Not that i really have to worry though, since you don't like to get that dirty." The horse pushed Scott with his massive head, a snort following the action.

Scott heard a yawn nearby, though he was unsure of who it came from. He backed up a little and peaked around the corner, seeing Katherine passing by. He gave her a soft smile and a wave as well, then returned back to his stallion. He smiled to the horse and said "Alright bud, i'm gonna go eat something, but i'll be back." He pet the horse and then exited the stall. He had already fed Ace before he brushed him, so the horse should be perfectly fine until he returned. He passed right by Katherine and said "Have you eaten yet? If not, that's where i'm going now, if you would like to join me."

[Spiritstar3]

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