Post by Fudge on Feb 4, 2007 4:48:02 GMT -5
This is Topaz Sunset Stables. There are lots of facilities and lots of stalls. Nice simple story ;D
Rules:
- Powerplaying is allowed
- Don't make out like you're the best, eg; I am super skinny and compete in national showjumping etc
- Own up to 4 horses only
- No-one is related to the owner, except Pip if she wants to be!
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I am Beth, a pretty 15 year old with bleach blonde hair. I am seen as a tart, but I am not, I am completely the opposite.
~ Gypsy, 7 years old, skewbald gelding, 14.2hh
~ Zoe, 11 years old, bay roan mare, 14hh
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I had arrived at the yard very early, so Gypsy (who lived out) hadn't yet been brought in. I grabbed his headcollar from outside her box and pocketed a carrot from the feed room before heading out to the paddocks, where he stayed out.
'GYYPSSSYYYY!' I yelled across the paddock, as he was further down and I couldn't see her. Besides, he only came when you yelled, even if it did break the silence of the early morning. Suddenly I heard a whinny and hoofbeats, and then thundering hoofbeats. In a mili-second he was standing in front of me, nostrils flaring.
'Hey boy.' I said, rubbing his face 'Nice to see you, too.' I palmed him the little carrot and slipped his headcollar over his head, before opening the gate of the paddock and leading him across the yard to the barn. Gypsy snorted, nuzzling my pockets for treats as we went.
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Rules:
- Powerplaying is allowed
- Don't make out like you're the best, eg; I am super skinny and compete in national showjumping etc
- Own up to 4 horses only
- No-one is related to the owner, except Pip if she wants to be!
_______________
I am Beth, a pretty 15 year old with bleach blonde hair. I am seen as a tart, but I am not, I am completely the opposite.
~ Gypsy, 7 years old, skewbald gelding, 14.2hh
~ Zoe, 11 years old, bay roan mare, 14hh
_______________
I had arrived at the yard very early, so Gypsy (who lived out) hadn't yet been brought in. I grabbed his headcollar from outside her box and pocketed a carrot from the feed room before heading out to the paddocks, where he stayed out.
'GYYPSSSYYYY!' I yelled across the paddock, as he was further down and I couldn't see her. Besides, he only came when you yelled, even if it did break the silence of the early morning. Suddenly I heard a whinny and hoofbeats, and then thundering hoofbeats. In a mili-second he was standing in front of me, nostrils flaring.
'Hey boy.' I said, rubbing his face 'Nice to see you, too.' I palmed him the little carrot and slipped his headcollar over his head, before opening the gate of the paddock and leading him across the yard to the barn. Gypsy snorted, nuzzling my pockets for treats as we went.
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