09:32:37 Sam Nooo I love Tony He was a butthead sometimes though |
09:31:10 Star / Sarah oooh, I loved her! and Ziva to! I think Tony was annoying most of the time |
09:30:37 Sam Kate pms are open if you need them |
09:30:34 Celeste 🌕 -HEE Click- My only breeder at the moment. I am doing KNN I have decided. Whether I use this lady solely as a recip mare or get foals from her will wildly depend lol |
09:29:58 DC/Kate =3 im staying positive today-i sent in a request to go look at an apartment that is ten minutes up the road from my office. im going solo and keeping it to myself. things at home have not gotten any better and the faact that i can afford to do this is amazing. |
09:28:53 Star / Sarah Celeste, lmao XD I know that feeling |
09:28:14 Serenity / Rain Ugh I should buy another pasture because I was stupid and planted hay in mine and now I have no space. But I hate spending money |
09:27:41 Star / Sarah o.o In netflix to! i didn't know that! I've seen four first seasons, and second and third lates seasons and some seasons between those, i havent seen the latest one ;-; |
09:26:21 Celeste 🌕 Dogs: We wanna go outside Me: it is raining and storming Them: But please? So I let them outside. Buddy ran all the way out but Jupiter slammed on the breaks before leaving the covered porch. Buddy ran back as thunder sounded lol. Have they learned their lesson? Probably not |
09:25:44 frost Hi chat. Is there anyway to know if a horse is ready for showing besides keeping up with its training? |
09:25:14 Sam It's on Netflix too I have literally been watching it everyday |
09:24:33 Star / Sarah I love it it is the best TV program in the world! |
09:21:50 Sam -HEE Click- If only I did tb though |
09:20:25 Star / Sarah Sam, I breed cute looking foals with bad ratings,without purpose -HEE Click- She was supposed to be WWW without looking cute :I She cost 370 k to me |
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The wind howled, rattling some of the loose windows. It was dark outside, past midnight, and raining. Light flashed, illuminating the room and the rumpled mess of despair curled up on the floor. A few moments later, thunder cracked and then rumbled. Gwenore's whole body shook. Her forehead was pressed against the floor, the surface damp from the tears that wouldn't stop falling. Her face was also wet, with tear tracks streaking her cheeks, and her dark brown hair was plastered to her forehead from a mix of rain, sweat, and tears. The skirts of her black dress lay in a rumbled mess out around her. Gwenore lifted her head to peer out at the darkness beyond the murky windows. Her knees hurt, her head hurt, her heart hurt. Her soul screamed from the loss. Her brother, her best friend, was gone. Gwenore's body shook as she was overtaken by silent sobs. Her mouth opened to cry out but there was no sound. Another flash of lightning brought another crack of thunder. As every second passed, Gwenore felt more and more like the weather outside. Her thoughts ripped through her like a howling wind, slowly tearing her up from the inside out. Her sadness, like rain, washed over her in sheets, drowning her other emotions, until the angry lightning struck, bringing with it a furious crack of thunder. It all raged inside her head, matching the storm beyond the four walls of the room. Gwenore focused on the rhythmic sound of raindrops on the windows, and the sobs subsided. She rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. She took a moment to cool down, and then pushed herself up into a seated position, staring at herself in the old mirror leaning against the wall. The reflection stared back at her. For a long moment, Gwenore examined herself, feeling the anger build up and turn into fury, then determination. Amber eyes- her eyes- filled with hatred, and darkened at the images rushing through her head. She would find whoever did this, and she would bring a fate worse than death down on them. She would make them suffer, and she would savour every moment of it. Gwenore stood, mind set on her goal. She ripped the dress off, the bits of her clothing falling around her. More lightning flashed as she pulled on her leathers, and then her boots. The armour, her mother's old battle armour, was kept in a small room on the other side of the house. Gwenore slipped through the narrow hallways, listening out for her father who was on a grief-stricken rampage. The door, old and not often opened, creaked on its hinges, and Gwenore sucked in a breath. But, there was no other movement in the house, so she sneaked into the room and closed the door behind her. The armour was kept in a cabinet. Having not been used for years, it was no longer shiny. Small dents and scratches covered the surface from her mother's time in battle, but in her mother's opinion there was no better armour made in the world. Several times, Gwenore had come in here to don the armour, standing in it before the long mirror and imagining what it would be like to ride into battle with it. Now, she stood before the mirror again. It was less bulky than she rememered, fitting more snugly toher frame. Picking up her sword, Gwenore practiced a few stances, going through the routine her brother had made her practice every day. It didn't restrict her movements now that she'd grown into it, and allowed for fluid, smooth, movement. In the dark, a slow and sinister smile spread across her face. Oh, what a picture she would be sitting atop her mighty steed. Gwenore could almost feel Terra's anticipation mimicking her own.
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Astro was riding her gorgeous Stallion Fire on a Starry night undercover as a guard with the king's horsemen she loved riding but wanted to be a major warrior. Her stallion threw his head as she kicked him into a full gallop her armor shining black and silver. What a adventure this is now that I'm free she thought as the wind blew through her hair
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Gwenore took one last look at herself in the mirror before she gathered the rest of her weapons- choosing two shorter daggers, a handful of small throwing daggers, and a pair of crescent moon blades- and snuck out of the room. She crept along the narrow hallway, listening out for her father. He couldn't be heard through the house, so Gwenore guessed that the alcohol had finally knocked him out. Regret at leaving him here twisted in her chest. She knew if was selfish of her- that he was grieving too and leaving him alone would make it worse- but the fury didn't allow her to linger on those thoughts. With one las glance into the darkness of the halls, she lifted her heavy cloak off the hook by the front door and slipped out. The clock was heavy, made of leather for waterproofness and wool for warmth. Gwenore had sewn a wolf pelt on the inside around the shoulders and back. She'd killed the wolf herself after she'd found it in the woods with a broken leg. She and her brother had been out hunting game for the winter when they'd come across it. She hadn't been proud of the kill; tears had streamed down her cheeks as she nocked the arrow and let it fly. Gwenore done the rest herself, cleaning it out, freezing the meat, drying the pelt. But now, the fur gave her extra warmth, and it would help to keep her dry. The weather assaulted Gwenore as she made her way to the stables. She shushed the horses(there were only three- one for each of them) and gave each of them a handful of hay to keep them quiet. Her brown mare, Terra, nickered at her softly when she slipped into the box. "Heya, girl. It's time to run now." Gwenore made quick work of saddling her horse, and in a few minutes, she was leading Terra out into the rain. The horse, however, had developed a thick skin for the weather, and wasn't phased. When Gwenore was mounted, she positioned her thick cloak over Terra's rump to keep her warm, and then urged her off. They walked for a minute, and Gwenore apologized to her mare for the lack of warm-up before urging her into a trot, then a canter. Soon, the house disappeared behind them, and so did Gwenore's thoughts for her grieving father- fury and determination washing everything else away.
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