Welcome to my very first roleplay!

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Welcome to Olympus Mount Stables! Thoroughbred breeding, training, sales and racing, known well for the breed performance! Here at OMS, we have a large variety of pastures, turn-outs, breeding stalls, and plenty of arenas to please any and all who board or breed at the stables! OMS was built along the lands of White Mountains in Wyoming, though completely out of the normal for thoroughbred racing, we spend a lot of time and money on managing our gorgeous horses whether they are thoroughbred or are boarded here. OMS is owned by a 24 year old, Sylas James Olympian, who has owned the stable and most of the horses since he was 16 years old with the help of his retiring mother. He has a keen love for the breed, attempting to get to perfection. He has been known to own four champion thoroughbreds who have won world cups in the horse racing industry, but refuses to openly admit it until directly asked, he doesn't often like to gloat of his accomplishments and is completely down to earth. He focuses mainly on breeding, sales, and training of each of his horses however he also equally enjoys teaching kids to ride to become jockeys, helping their love for horses and dreams come true!

I will snag a spot!
!!Will edit later!! as I'm quite busy and need some train of thought ^^

Welcome! If you'd like we can get started, and as others join us we can help get them into the storyline!

Alright :D

-It was opening week of Olympus Mount Stables, in their newest brave efforts in breeding and showing. Though the stables had been around forever, it was only as of this month had just started out with their partnering of the company and stables all together. Sylas had taken on the lead role in ownership of the land and the horses, and had gained a couple friends along the way-

"Mytho" a soft voice spoke, softly at first, but proceeded with more focus. "Mytho, come." It spoke louder. The young golden stallion lifted his larger, built head, ears pricked forward toward the opening of the barn, his neck outstretching over the stall door. "I know you know how to open the stall, I've seen you do it." The voice spoke again, resulting a soft snort in response. The young stallion tilted his head down, slipped his tongue along the metal of the stall latch, and with the sound of a small 'click', the door swung slowly open until it thumped against the stall beside it. Once fully placed outside of the confines of his stall, Mytho stepped out onto the wood in front of him, easing his way down the barn aisle until he was standing face to face with the human who had called him out.

Sylas smirked lightly, his olive skin flush against the Sun behind him, before he lifted his hand and touched the nose of the horse who came at his ominous call. "Good boy, Mytho. I knew you could open it. What will I do with you, hmm? Sneaky boy." He spoke softly, chuckling, before he stroked the white blaze on his stallion's forehead. "Let's go get Heaven ready, hmm? Cassia is coming today, and I wouldn't want to disappoint on that dear girl being ready by the time Cassia has arrived." He spoke, before clicking the halter into place in his hands and pulling the stallion from the barn, easing him toward the hitching post a few feet away. A snort came as a response, and he chuckled again, before tying Mytho to the post and patting his rump softly. "I'll be back shortly: wait for me. Do not escape, Houdini."

The morning started out bright but yet cool, the grass was not frosted though as it had the previous days. Cassia stretched out her sore limbs but she had extra engery that morning knowing it was the opening day of OMS which means it was the beginning of racing season. She dragged a lilac hairbrush through her dirty blond wavey hair, the brush echoed in the silent house when she put it back on the white marble countertop, Cassia slipped out of the bathroom when she finished brushing her teeth, the next step was to pick her outfit. She debeated on what to wear, she knew she was riding but wanted to be nicely dressed knowing a lot of owners of some very expensive horses were going to be there and she was going to have to introduce herself being the only female jockey at the stables. Her arms reached for a white riding top and brown knee grip breeches, throwing those on. She sweeped up an apple, granola bar, and a protein shake before jogging to her truck, while walking she wrestled her arms through a matte brown fleece.

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She pulled in front of the large black gates, extending her arm to type in the 4 number code to let those black barrier open it's wide mouth. Cassia drove her sleek black truck forward driving slowly up the stone drive, looking every once and a while at the land around her even the small details: The little white rocks next to the smooth stone, the flowers blooming on the tall grass, blue skies yawning over the stable. She pulled to a stop in the employee only parking lot, she had her own parking space and she pulled up in it then put the truck in park. She hopped out, her boot bag on her small shoulder while she strided toward the stable.

Sylas lifted his head at the sound of the gates opening at an almost agonizing pace, a smile slipping across his face. He watched Mytho's ears perk up and give a soft welcoming knicker, stomping his hoof in lack of patience at the idea he would meet another human. Without hesitation, Sylas made his way to Heaven's stall, swiftly clicking the lock open and swinging the door around him, cooing softly to the mare in the stall before him. "She's here, little buddy. Are you excited?" He murmured softly, grabbing the halter from the outer wall and bringing it above his own body, allowing her to ease her head into it when she was ready. "Today is a very big day, and I think you'll do quite nicely. I've heard of her before; and I think you'll be a perfect match."

Cassia walked though the barns entrance, her footsteps were loud on the aisle. She looked around the grand stables as she had been looking forward for this day for months was it really only 9 months ago she got the contract to ride here? Cassia exhaled and went toward the locker room, once arrived she settled her things down only bringing her helment, boots, and gloves with her. She was nervous on who'd she would be riding but she hoped the horse and her would click.

Sylas took his time brushing through and grooming the mare with a potential match, making sure her coat was clean and organized, mane and tail detangled, hooves shining with gloss, and face soft with glow. After he was finished with the grooming, Sylas set down his brush set, gently nudged it to the side so it was out of Heaven's stepping range, and unclipped the lead from the clasps, before walking her carefully and gingerly toward the entrance of the barn. As soon as he stood a foot from Mytho, Sylas lifted his hand, unclamped his halter, and slipped it off his head, clicking to have the stallion follow their lead toward the pasture that sat just outside the locker room. "I guess we're ready." He murmured softly, giving heaven a soft pat on the rump before tying her to the post, brushing her out one last time and offering a treat from his pocket for good behavior.

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"Miss Cassia?" Sylas called out softly, brushing out the knees of his pants and started rubbing his hand through his hair to get the remainder of horse hair from his locks. "I believe I have the horse that might fit you best, if you're interested. Welcome to Olympus, by the way, you're our first and only female that will be starting their journey with us in the racing industry. I chose Heaven for you, she's a very sweet girl with a lot of heart and I really think she'll take you to the big leagues. She's probably one of the sweetest we have at the stables." He offered happily; eyes bright with passion, before he reached up and stopped the large shadow that cast behind him. "Mytho, please." He quipped, shaking his head, a large champagne face emerged from the outer edge of the locker room, peaking out from the outside world. Ears perked and eyes wide with wonder, Mythos pushed his chest up against Sylas' back, almost as if the human wouldn't stop his bewilderment. "Mytho, back." He spoke sternly. He sighed with ease as the larger pressure stopped. "I apologize for him, he's quite the character. Welcome."