hot headed {ivy}

[Mira Deslauriers]

i m a t a p a y p h o n e t r y i n g t o g o h o m e
all of my change i spent on you.

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where have the times gone, baby it's all wrong.

Mira's paddock boots echoed on the gravel, as she made her way down to the pasture to grab Trueman. His leather halter was hanging off of her shoulder, because she didn't like when her horse wore a halter in the paddock. It was always a pet peeve of hers. The lime green lead rope that was attached to the halter swung back and forth to the rhythm of her steps. She could see Trueman's dark bay coat in the large field, his fur a contrast to the vibrant green grass that was growing. She smiled instantly when she saw him. Half running the last part, she reached the gate, where Trueman lifted his head high when he spotted his owner. "Trueman! Here!" His whinny cascaded through the field, as he galloped his way down towards her. Sliding in front of the fence, Mira hopped over- which she technically wasn't allowed to do- and slipped his halter on. She was so thankful that he was an easy catcher. Unlatching the gate, she carefully led her horse through, securing it behind her. Mira reached up to pat Trueman's thick neck, as they made their way back towards the barn.

Trueman was very fidgety, tossing his mane and doing a little funny dance with his legs. Mira knew he could get a bit hot-headed, but he had never really done anything too extreme. "Trueman, woah. Cool it buddy. Relax." His head-tossing continued. "What is going on with him today

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" She thought, continuing to lead her gelding towards the barn. They were almost home, when a large squeal erupted from Trueman, making him jerk back on the lead line. The chain that was wrapped around his nose tightened slightly, causing him to back up, wide-eyed and tail high. Mora let the rope slip through her fingers to the knot at the end, slowly walking towards her flighty horse. She hoped she could control him enough to get him back, because when he was hot, he was hot.

where are the plans we made for two

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tag: ivy/kaneeeeee
word count: 350
notes: soreh it sucks D:

a l l t h e s e f a i r y t a l e s a r e f u l l o f s h i t.
one more fucking love song i'll be sick.

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[kane]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] IVY BRANDT "Your seat is a verb, and your reins are adjectives to add beauty and shape." the petite female guided herself down the isle of horses. a small yawn escaped her lungs as she looked to the floor of the barn, landing her eyes on the german shepard that tagged along right in front of her. smiling lightly, she looked back to the row of stalls, finally landing on the one she was searching for. there stood the ebony gelding just finishing up the last of his breakfast. another smile tugged at her features as she leaded on the stall door, reaching in to the animal and tangling her fingers with his soft coat. he wore a black blanket that had a large white logo on the right side of it. the logo symbolized a champion cutting horse - the only thing was he didn't win it. it was just ivy's blanket and his other stable blanket was filthy. ivy remained leaning on the stall door until roo was finished the remaining hay in the feeder simply because she was in no rush and was still waking up. once the equine finished up, ivy entered the barn, leaving the stall open behind her and she walked up to the brute. laying a soft, gentle hand on his neck the equine took a deep sigh of relaxation. she offered the black rope halter and roo carefully tucked into the halter. he held his head low, awaiting the next task he was to be given. a small giggle escaped ivy as she gave another stroke along his neck, pushing the long mane aside. ivy guided the gelding out of the stall and began working toward the tack room. no one was really in the barn, so she just dropped the long twelve foot lead line in front of roo's front feet and expected the gelding to stand. his tiara dropped in curiosity as his ear perked toward the rummaging happening within the tack department. finally, ivy escaped the room with her english saddle and headstall, half chaps, and his bright sapphire brushes. she placed the saddle on the ground while she gave a quick, but thorough grooming of the animal then began saddling. there wasn't much time into saddling when it came to english. all she owned was a used english saddle, the pad and a headstall. she left the headstall on the ground as she worked on the half chaps. she was wearing black jodhpurs and very used ariat riding boots. on top, she wore and over sized red pull over hoodie that swallowed her, but with the weather, she was still a bit chilly, once she began working she should be warming up comfortably. the small female quickly french braided her hair without a mirror, and it was half decently done, considering it took less than five minutes. it was a trick that grew from showing for years. she held her headstall and helmet on one arm and held the long parelli lead line in the other hand. { c'mon mr. man } she said lightly as she began to head out toward the arena. as she broke into the chilly air, she could hear a very troubling sound. the sound of gravel moving against horse shoes, as if one was panicking or prancing. "Trueman, woah. Cool it buddy. Relax." the sound of a female cursing her horse entered her mind. she didn't quicken her speed, nor did roo get energetic, so she believed it was an emergency. as they rounded the corner she saw a large bay equine basically bullying the young female leading it. ivy frowned lightly as she looked back at roo, who's ears were pushed forward, his attention locked on the hot headed animal in front of him. roo's pace increased, but he slowed once he reached ivy's shoulder. her nape arched in excitement as he saw the other animal. { he's a little frisky this morning... } ivy said lightly as she paused her path to the arena as the ansy animal pranced into the path. roo stopped immediately as ivy did and calmly watched, his tiara held a little higher, but he didn't more. ivy was tempted to offer the girl some help, but she believed that she would probably get offended, as if she couldn't handle her own horse, so ivy left it at that, and things would go from there. Tags: mira deslauriers | Words: 729 | Credit: [url=http://z10.invisionfree.com/CAUTIONTOTHEWIND/index.php STAFF POSITIONS showuser=47906]156zcm

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[Mira Deslauriers]

i m a t a p a y p h o n e t r y i n g t o g o h o m e
all of my change i spent on you.

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where have the times gone, baby it's all wrong.

Mira didn't know what to do, because it was getting to the point where Trueman could get dangerous. She knew there were other equines nearby, which were potentially in the reach of her bay gelding. Mira made an unpleasant sound, almost growling at her horse, that's when she heard the voice. "he's a little frisky this morning..."

[/i] She tried turning her body so that she could see the girl behind the voice without getting run over. Trueman's tail was held high, like an Arabian, of which he had no relation to them what so ever. "Just a little bit...but I'd advise you watch your back when he's like this though...it could get ba-" Her sentence got cut off, because at that moment her bay gelding decided it would be the best time to rear. He lifted his snout, reaching so high that he could've fallen back. Mira knew she should have let go of the rope, but it would be even more dangerous if she did. When Trueman's hooves were back on the ground, he bared his teeth and lunged at Mira's arm. Wide-eyed, she jumped out of the way just before his teeth had a chance to chomp down. She was getting really fed up, so she yanked the chain around his nose, the chain tightening rapidly.

Mira slowly walked towards her horse, gathering more rope as she went. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the girl and her horse staring at them, her mount's ears and crown high above his withers. They both look surprised, but she was lucky that no one else was near them to witness Trueman's actions. All she wanted was to get him inside the barn so she could have a simple dressage practice. "Trueman...all I want is for you inside so we can go dressage. Isn't that simple enough

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" Trueman thought otherwise. He was puffing so hard you could start to see the pink inside his black muzzle. He had caused himself to work up a sweat around the underside of his neck and belly. Mira really didn't know what to do at this point- her equine was never this hot.[/size][/blockquote]

where are the plans we made for two

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tag: ivy/kaneeeeee
word count: 379
notes: wow i have no muse

a l l t h e s e f a i r y t a l e s a r e f u l l o f s h i t.
one more fucking love song i'll be sick.

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kateybear of caution 2.0