Better Togther V2• Horse & Rider • Semi - Literate • OPEN!

[A N C H O R L E S S]

{Sorry for not writing for a while....If someone wants to be the owner of Elle feel free to just say so I dont think Addison wants to anymore}

Penelle Forthfit (Elle)
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Mare~ Stage 4 of heat
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Age: 2
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Breed: White Arabian
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Owner: Addison
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ғoalѕ: None
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Location: Pasture
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Mood: Feeling Free, Curious
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Tags:

Elle looked at the land before her, the sun was rising in the east, wind blowing her mane about as she stood still admiring the beauty. She looked around, curious of any other horses. For she was in her pasture, but it was beginning to become lonely as she galloped around on her own. Elle made her way to the edge of the fence, looking towards the stables, there were signs of life, people and horses were making their way around, some preparing for shows, others just hanging out. Elle hoped she would become a show horse, though she was unsure about it all since she is untrained, she hoped someone would take the time to help teach her.

[Maiko Uzumaki]

Username:
gaaralover150
Name:
Blake Jayden Jaxson
Nickname?:
Jaxs
Age:
Nineteen
Gender:
Male
Discipline:
Endurance
Personality (5+lines):
With a hard head he always started fights for no good reason at all. But if his mother ever taught him anything, it was how to treat a lady. He often stayed at the stables, afraid of what was to come if he returned home. He liked reading, music, and you would rarely ever see him without his sketchpad. He was quiet and usually kept to himself at school and home, but with a past like his who could blame him?
History (5+ lines):
He never grew up with a fatherly figure and kept close to his brother, Alec. When he was 7 his "father", Brandon, returned stating that he was wrong and should have never ran off. After his light-hearted mother, Susan, accepted Brandon's apology everything seem at peace and it was....... until the summer of 6th grade. As he was returning from a pool party, he hears his mother crying in the living room. It wasn't until then that he found out that his brother would not be returning from the father son camping trip they had left for just days before. But not only was his mother affected. His father was never the same and often taken his anger out on Blake and Susan.
Strengths/weaknesses (2 for each):
Strengths:
Putting all his emotion in his drawings
Balance in the saddle
Cooking for his mother
Weaknesses:
The fear of becoming his father
Starting fights
Heights
Crush:
None
BF/GF?:
None
Horse[s]:
Zamora
Pet[s]:
None
Other:

Updated when needed
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Username:
gaaralover150
Show Name:
You Won't Forget Me
Barn Name:
Zamora
Age:
7
Breed:
Quarter
Gender:
Female
Discipline:
Endurance
Owner:
Blake
Personality (5+ lines):
She's timid and will always choose flight over fight. She knows not to challenge the boos horses to avoid conflict. Even so she does enjoy showing off and prancing around when she is out of harms way. Although she does like picking on one horse. A painted stallion, Scout, that's who. For if her master dislikes Scouts owner then its only necessary for her to mirror her masters feelings to Scout.
History:
She's a pure-breed Quarter horse; both parents are champions at something. She was born in a stable to become and Endurance champion but when the stables hit a rough patch, Zamora had to be sold. After being refused for being to skittish she met Blake, when his mother was looking to buy a companion for him. They practice and became expert partners.
Likes:
Green apples
Racing
Showing off
Dislikes:
Being cornered
Being chased
Getting into trouble
Crush:
None
Mate:
None
Offspring?:
None
Other:
Updated when needed

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- bump-

[Roseshine12]

{Ima have Crystal stop by and see Elle again x3}

Crystal Ravendale
23Yrs | Female | Angel (pet cat) | Rider-In-Training | Allie Mae (Horse) | No Crush | Tagged: Penelle "Elle" Forthfit (Horse)

Crystal was about to move into the stables to do as she had said before she saw the mare, Elle, running around her pasture. She was lonely; Crystal could tell simply by watching her as she watched the activities at the stables. She smiled gently and whistled softly to Elle. "Hey girl, it's me," she called to the wild horse gently as she approached as not to spook her. "Are we feeling a little lonely?" she cooed softly to the mare, her body shaking less than when she had spoken to Emilee. She leaned on the fence gently and smiled as she watched Elle. She had been assigned a horse already and Allie Mae she had been told was the gentle and calm type. Perhaps if she put her in here with Elle, they would get along well... but then she wouldn't have a horse for training if they were going to have her training on Allie Mae. Now she was stuck in a predicament... she sighed gently at this, not sure what to do.

[Deletingaccount]

Junior stood up and walked towards emilee nudging her gently before pricking her ears calling out loudly to any mares in the area, possibly in the stables and maybe the paddocks.

[A N C H O R L E S S]

{sorry I haven't posted, been dealing with extreme back pain and right now our internet is not working. I will be at my moms later tonight and will be able to RP}

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J A S O N
{ || Male || 22 years || A Lark's Song ||Mood; Content || Location; barn || }
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Jason picked up his tack and began walking into barn, looking for the tack room. He looked around, before seeing someone(Scarlett) walk by. "Excuse me miss, would yo mind showing me to the tack room? I can't seem to find it." He said, a bit akwardly. He was never really one to anticiate conversation, he was the type of person who often waited to be spoken to before he would speak. He blinked "I'm new here and I am not very good at directions." He said, truthfully.

Lark snorted, ears erect and alert. She had severe seperation anxiety from Jason and she felt very vulnerable when he left her alone. She swished her tail anxiously. She looked around, the whites of her eyes showing and side stepped closer to the trailer, letting out a shrill whinny, a sure sign of her discomfort. "Jason... Hurry back, don't like this place..." She murmured to herself, continuing to swish her tail.

-@gaaralover150: Accepted! Welcome! -

[A N C H O R L E S S]

{sorry for the late response!}

Penelle Forthfit (Elle)
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Mare~ Stage 4 of heat
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Age: 2
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Breed: White Arabian
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Owner: Addison
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ғoalѕ: None
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Location: Pasture
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Mood: Feeling Free, Curious
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Tags:

Elle peered over to Crystal as she made her way to the fencing. She bobbed her head, her nerves growing as she was unsure of the girl for a moment, Elle then remembered her sweet smell and calm voice. Her muscles lost al tension as she stumbled her way over to crystal. She stopped a good 3 feet from the fence as she glanced at the girl, flicking her tail at any fly that invaded her bubble. Elle reached her muzzle out, nudging the girls face playfully as she then raised her head in the air smiling at the sky. She new Crystal was the one for her, but now she needed to show her why she was the one.

[Roseshine12]

Crystal Ravendale
23Yrs | Female | Angel (pet cat) | Rider-In-Training | Allie Mae (Horse) | No Crush | Tagged: Penelle "Elle" Forthfit (Horse)

Crystal smiled gently and giggled some as the mare nudged her face in a playful way. "I guess that means we're friends already," she smiled softly and reached up gently to the mare, petting her mane. "Did you know your name is Elle?" she cooed to the mare, rubbing her cheek before once more running her fingers through the mare's mane. "I would give you a friend so you're not so lonely but I kind of need her for my training later," she murmured, talking to the mare despite the fact she couldn't actually respond in kind. She even spoke as if the horse was not a horse but a person who was just mute and didn't know sign language. She had an odd relationship with animals to some but to her, it was completely normal to see them as people and family.

{It's fine }

[99Problems.]

((I'm here, haha!))

JUNE

June realized she completely disregarded her Niece Emilee's disability, turing to face the girl. Running a hand through her hair first, she thought of what she was going to say before actually signing it. Mouthing along with her hands, she wanted to make this as easy as possible for the girl. Feeling the new horse nudge her shoulder, June turned around after completing the last word, rubbing the horse on the forehead. She knew the stallion must have been not only exhausted from the long ride, but agitated at the new scents and sounds of the barn.
Handing Emilee the lead, she motioned for her to follow her towards an empty paddock not too far from where they were. Opening the gate, she let her Niece lead the horse through and let him take off towards whatever spot in the paddock he wanted. Securing the gate closed, June rested her hands on her his, her lack of sleep from the night before finally hitting her. She saw Emilee's eyes drift over her, and forced a smile to come to her face. "I'm okay." She mouthed it well enough so Emilee wouldn't have any difficulty interpreting.

BRANTLEY

Rolling his eyes, Brantley took the toy in hand, leaving his heavy belt of tools around his waist. Walking towards the front of the barn, Brant flung the toy in a neighboring pasture, disturbing a group of ducks that constantly traveled from pond to pond on the property. Watching Ronan direct his attention towards the feathered animals, Brantley hollered at the dog, waving his arms. "No! No! Bad dog!
Brantley slid under the fence and took Ronan by the collar, not scared of the rottie. He lead him away from the traumatized ducks, keeping his tone sharp to scrutinize him. "We've talked about this before, boy. I've had it with you and ducks." Reaching down by the barn, Brantley produced a chain, clipping it to Ronan's collar. He wouldn't keep him like this for the whole day, but maybe an hour. It was a doggie time out.
Wiping his forearm across his forehead, Brantley sighed loudly, needing a cold beer by now.

MILLER

Miller found himself wandering around the front of the barn, the young Colt brave for his age. He grew up with Brantley being his surrogate mother, and some of that tough guy attitude must have brushed off on him. Picking at the dollar weeds around the fence posts, Miller was pretty preoccupied. He looked up every now and then at distant noises but paid to attention.