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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on May 29, 2020 18:10:34 GMT -5
Sallie Rou Sallie is a fair young woman. Blonde hair tops her head, reaching a bit passed her shoulders. However, you will never see her wearing her hair down. She always has it pulled back into a ponytail or a tight bun so it stays out of her face. She has a soft, round face, her nose lightly speckled with freckles, and deep-set almond brown eyes underneath think eyebrows. On the left side of her face, there is a long, faded scar running from her temple to her cheek from a riding accident when she was younger. Other than that, the only other blemishes on her face is the occasional spot of acne. Sallie is a reserved girl, but friendly and polite to all. On first impressions, one wouldn’t believe that she is a very outspoken girl since she doesn’t often talk more than is need. Timid at first, the girl will wait until she has learned more about a person before speaking her mind in fear of causing unwanted trouble. However, once she has become friends with a person, she is no stranger to giving her opinion on a certain matter. She's an adventurer at heart, always loving to go places she hasn't been before, and taking any chance to return to her favorite places she's already been. She finds peace in the tranquility of trail rides around her family's farm or in the pastures. It isn't uncommon to find her sitting out in the sun watching the horses as they go about their life in her free time. I haven't made her history portion yet because I didn't know which would be better to include: Her mother dying from illness or her parents having a divorce and her mother leaving them. I'm leaning more towards the divorce, but I thought I'd get your opinion on it as well.
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✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on May 29, 2020 18:54:53 GMT -5
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✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on May 29, 2020 19:46:24 GMT -5
Ashton Alexander Lincoln “Ash” Birthday/Age: March 31 (Twenty-Four) Gender: male Hair Color: semi-long, messy, pale white-blond Eye Color: striking icy-blue Height/Weight: 6'2, 180lbs; tall and athletically built Bio: Charming and confident; observant; arrogant and self-centered; impulsive; sarcastic Other: Used to be a very talented rider and horseman, with a "magical touch" with horses, but he turned his back on all things equine when his mother died. Horse Appearance: Eight-year-old stallion; 17.2 hands tall; lean, muscular, refined; white-grey, with faint dapples; white mane and tail, with a slight blond-ish hue; striking icy-blue eyes
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✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on May 30, 2020 19:20:50 GMT -5
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on May 30, 2020 20:52:24 GMT -5
The day was perfect for a trail ride. The summer sun was shining bright in a cloudless sky, a soft breeze was rustling the trees, and the birds were in full song. Sallie took in a deep breath of fresh air, smiling. There were three other riders behind her, all taking in the scene of the forest around them and calling back and forth in conversation. She would chime in to point something out about the landscapes or answer any questions, to which she was more than happy to supply an answer to.
Currently, they were following a trail that lead to a creek on the backside of their property. There were many large rocks surrounding the banks, and it was a popular spot for her and some of her friends to spend time hanging out and playing in the water. "We'll be crossing the creek in a few minutes," she called to those following her. "If your horse doesn't seem interested in crossing, don't panic. The creek isn't deep, and none of the horses we brought today are scared of the water. They're just being difficult. Urge them on gently, and if they still won't listen, I'll come and help you lead them across. Everyone okay with that?"
]There was a chorus of confirmations and jokes about someone falling into the water, but other than that, everyone was fine with the small obstacle in their path.
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✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Jun 1, 2020 13:38:37 GMT -5
Told you my starters took forever. xD Ash officially hated mud. And his hooves. Seriously, how the hell did horses survive with frigging dinner plates for feet?
In the first twenty minutes after leaving the meadow he had woken up in, he had tripped about a dozen times, kicked twice as many rocks, and then he had fallen into a mud puddle because his hoof got caught on a root. Now he was covered belly down in fast-drying mud that smelled horrible and was more than a little uncomfortable.
Not to mention he was now complaining like a wimpy girl with dirt on her shoes. What had his life come to?
Ash couldn't remember how he had even gotten to the meadow in the first place. The last thing he could recall was a woman, unnaturally beautiful even in anger; a flash of light and searing pain; and then — nothing. The next thing he knew, he was waking up in a sunny meadow in the middle of nowhere.
And he was a horse.
How was that even possible? People did not spontaneously turn into animals. And a horse? Seriously? If this was that woman's doing… But that wasn't possible either. At least, it wasn't supposed to be. Yet here he was, walking (stumbling) through an unfamiliar forest in the body of a freaking horse.
He was heading toward the distant sound of running water. He hadn't even been aware of it until he was well underway, some horsey instinct guiding him even as his human mind complained and cursed the world. Now, as he neared the edge of the trees, a new sound reached him. It sounded like… voices? He stopped, ears going forward to listen better, but whatever or whoever it was was quiet now. Giving a snort at his annoying horsey paranoia, he kept walking until he was stepping out into the sun.
A creek ran through the small clearing. Ash tripped once more as he came out of the forest. He straightened up and stood stock still for a moment, ears pinned as he silently fumed. Mental swearing was not nearly as satisfying as shouting it out loud. He let out an angry snort, but it wasn't the same thing.
Neither was stomping. One would think four dinner plate sized feet would make for good stomping, but no. It just made him feel stupid. Hooves were also shit for traction. He slipped two steps onto the rocky bank and almost did a face-plant into the creek. He saved himself from that, but his front hooves slid into the water and splashed him, soaking his face and mane. His head shot up, ears once more pinned. His tail was lashing too, which was a sensation he was still getting used to.
It was official. Being a horse sucked.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 7, 2020 19:36:59 GMT -5
They were nearly to the creek when Sallie's horse suddenly let out a nicker. Many of the horses did this whenever they saw another horse. She turned in the saddle to the others. "I think some of the other horses are down here,"she called. "If your horses try to follow them, just gently steer them back on track. They shouldn't give too much trouble."
There were several calls of confirmation from the group, and, satisfied that they knew what to expect, Sallie turned back to face forward. A moment later, a loud splash could be heard. Either something feel into the water, or the horse's were having a fun time. She reached the small bend in the trail, the creek in front of them, and she pulled her horse to a halt.
There was a horse in the water alright, but it was not one of the farm's. They didn't own a dappled grey grey. Solid grey, yes, but not dappled. "What the hell?" She muttered, staring at the horse for a moment, not wanting to spook the animal by talking too loudly.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 9, 2020 8:36:03 GMT -5
The other riders caught up to her, confused. "Why did we stop?" Asked the middle aged woman behind her. Is there something wrong?"
"No, not wrong, per say," Sallie answered and nodded to the horse. "That one isn't ours. I don't know where he came from."
"He must have jumped a fence or something," the woman offered. "Wherever he came from, he certainly got into a mess, didn't he?"
"Yeah. Look, I'm going to try and see if we can bring him back with us. Is that okay with everyone?"
When all had given consent, seeming to be interested in this turn of events, Sallie nodded and carefully lowered herself from the saddle. From one of the saddle bags, she took out an extra lead line. Then slowly began to walk forward. She move one step at a time, counting to ten before taking the next step.
"Hey there, buddy," she cooed gently, keeping her voice low. She wasn't sure what condition the horse was in, but judging by the pinned ears, he wasn't happy. So she took her time.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 9, 2020 19:21:23 GMT -5
The moment the horse snorted, Sallie stopped. There was no point in continuing for the horse had turned and fled away from them as fast as he could. "Well. That went well," she muttered. With a sigh, she walked back to her horse. "We should get going," she called to the others.
"What about the horse?"
"I'll tell Dad about him," she said, putting away the lead rope and climbing back into the saddle. "We'll ride back out to try and find him. It's not like he's in much danger. If he finds the other horses, then he'll be okay. We'll leave him alone for the moment, let him settle down." Gently, the young woman kicked her horse into a walk to finish the trail ride.
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✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Jun 9, 2020 19:45:23 GMT -5
Ash didn't go far from the river, mostly because after only a few dozen feet he realized he wasn't tripping or stumbling about as he had before, despite moving more than twice as fast. It madd him stop, and pause to consider what that meant. He turned around to walk back toward the stream — and immediately tripped over a root.
If horses could growl... Ash tossed his mane and stomped his foot. How had he moved so gracefully a moment ago, and now he was back to bumbling about like a lopsided idiot? Grumbling internally to himself, Ash returned to the river.
The strangers were gone, but Ash found if he listened, he could still hear the faint sound of voices down one trail across the stream. Tail swishing, he walked into the water (being extra careful not to slip this time) and finished washing away the mud. It wasn't a perfect cleaning, but it was better than before.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 14, 2020 10:37:30 GMT -5
The group returned to the barn ten minutes later. There wasn't a need to rush, but the guest she was leading were excited with the idea of a strange horse needing a rescue. The wanted to wait around and see this horse and make sure he was okay, possibly help look his owner. Or perhaps they just wanted a cool story to tell others about their experience here. Whatever the reason, they were the ones who suggested they hurry to the barn and find her father.
When they reached the barn, Sallie dismounted and went to help the others as well. They were walking the horses back to the open doors of the barn when she spotted her father co mom Ingrid to meet them. James Rou wasn't the tallest man, but he was a stout man. Solidly built, he walked with a gait that was testimony to his life in a saddle. Black hair cut short was beginning to turn grey around his temples, but his brown eyes were still bright and warm.
"You all made it back sooner than I was expecting. Everything go alright?" He asked.
"It was until we got to the creek," Sallie said. "There was a stray horse there. I don't know where he came from, but I couldn't get close enough to put a lead on him."
Her father's brows furrowed a bit in confusion. "Well, that's new. Was he hurt?"
"Not that I could tell. He was muddy, but he ran away with no issues."
James nodded. "We'll go look for him, but first, let's get these horses looked after."
The next twenty minutes was spent removing tack and lightly grooming the horses, save Sallie's. She would be riding her horse when she went out with her father, so she just made sure he had a cool drink of water while he rested. With the others cared for and turned out into a paddock, she waited for her father to saddle his horse. When he was ready, the two set out towards the creek, going to track this horse from the spot he was last seen.
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✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Jun 14, 2020 12:34:47 GMT -5
After getting off as much mud as he could without soap and a good scrubbing, Ash crossed the stream and stepped out on the far side. He found a patch of sunlight and stood in it, letting the warm spring sun dry his coat. He ignored the fact that he was standing like a horse: with his head lowered and relaxed, and one leg bent and resting on the tip of his hoof. His ears never stopped moving, a slow rotation the only sign of prey instincts constantly on the lookout for danger. He ignored that too.
Instead, he closed his eyes and looked inward, trying to piece together what happened to land him in a horse's body and stranded in the middle of nowhere. So he thought back to the first thing he could remember:
I'm surrounded by morons.
He shouldn't have been surprised; the bar was quite packed despite it being only seven on a Wednesday. Everyone was already in one state or another of drunkenness, and the super drunk ones were getting really loud and rowdy. Oh, and there was some football rerun on every TV in the place, which was getting the not-so-drunk guys shouting orders and obscenities at each other and the players.
Dumbasses.
"If you don't like this place, why did you bring me here?"
Ash's eyes flew open and his head popped up. For just a second, the horse was in control as the sounds of approaching hoof beats reached his ears. Then Ash let out an impatient snort and shook his head. He closed his eyes again and tried to return to the memory, but all he got was flashes. The horse was too riled up to let him relax and allow the human mind to wander. Damn it.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 14, 2020 12:59:36 GMT -5
"Which way did you say he ran?"James asked, scanning the banks of the creek. He would have checked for hoof prints, but there were already too many on the ground to determine which ones belong to the lost horse.
"That way," Sallie answered and pointed in the direction the horse had ran.
"I'll go and see if I can find a trail. You follow the creek. If he was here, he might have been looking for water. He might have just went farther down to a different spot. If you spot him, text me. Don't try to approach him."
"Got it," Sallie responded.
The two crossed the creek and went their separate ways. Sallie kept her eyes moving, searching the woods around her for any sign the anything had been this way. Hoofprints were harder to spot on the dry ground, but there could be other signs left behind. She thought she saw evidence of some weeds that had been trampled when she caught sight of a tail swishing through the trees. Adjusting her focus, she could see the grey horse from before. Quickly, she texted her father and urged her horse closer to the clearing. She didn't get too close though. Stopping well inside the treeline, she just watched the horse as he rested.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 14, 2020 13:36:16 GMT -5
The horse lover in her wanted nothing more than to get done and try to convince him that she was a friend. However, Sallie knew that if she did that he would run again. If he was hurt, she didn't want him to make it worse because of her. So she stayed put. There was a chance that he knew she was here, but he didn't show any signs of being afraid.
It wasn't long before her father joined her. "So this is the runaway?" He whispered, leaning in his saddle to get a better look at the horse.
"Yep. What are we going to do?"
James was quiet for a moment. "First, we need to see if he's friendly. Stay put." With that, he had urged his horse forward so he was just on the edge of the clearing. There, he stopped.
"Hey there, bud," he said in a calm, conversational manner. "You look like you've had a rough day."
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 14, 2020 14:06:29 GMT -5
Slowly, James reached into one of the bags of his saddle and produced an apple. He held it out for the horse to see. "It's not much, but it's yours if you want it, " he said, then tossed it to the ground a few feet to the horse's left. If this horse had belonged to someone, then he would recognize a treat. Now, there was a chance he had been mistreated and skidding of humans, but there was no signs on malnutrition that he could see. Even if he couldn't get the horse to him, then maybe he could get it calmed down enough for him to go to it. That was the plan anyway.
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✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Jun 14, 2020 14:30:56 GMT -5
Ash watched the apple arch through the air, and was surprised when he felt the urge to catch it. Even when he had hands, he hadn't played ball in ages. Now, of course, he couldn't catch it, not unless he wanted to make like a dog and use his mouth. That would be a sight. Instead, Ash just watched it land, then turned his gaze back to the man. His tail swished as he considered his options. He sure as hell didn't want to be caught and dragged back to this guy's farm by his face, but it might be a good idea to go with them to their barn, if only so he could get a sense of where he was. Surely he wasn't that far from home? Question was: How was he going to do this without ending up with a rope around his neck?
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