 07:21:59 Lilly/PON Addict| Does anyone know how trail rides run? Do they have to be full to run or do they time out and run? |
07:17:48 Ally 💜| Fires and now tornadoes 🙃 life is so greeaaaattt |
06:59:17 Unknown | Dark| My formulas finally work. Holy shit that took forever |
06:57:13 [850+brindles] Angel 06:55:04 [850+brindles] Angel| Trying to sort... keep getting distracted |
06:50:58 Athena - AAs Our chickens usually go to waste because there just isn't enough meat to make it worthwhile. We used to butcher our goats and rabbits and eat them b
but we sold them and got out of everything but poultry and cows |
06:50:24 Granny C| Home raised beef is so much better than feed lot beef. Less fat & more flavor. |
06:42:52 Min| Oh fair play. Would have been a shame if she wasn't yummy lol. When we killed our favourite rooster (Rupert xD) because the neighbours complained he ended up going to waste sadly. As did most of the lamb meat from George and Wonky |
06:36:50 Sun/Sunny| Just spent the last 2.5 hours doodling while I hung out at my bf's work. Now I kinda miss drawing 😂 |
06:36:27 Athena - AAs| not half healed. It had healed |
06:35:32 Athena - AAs Min
It had half healed when they gave her to us. According to the vet, it was broken as a calf and healed pretty quick but incorrectly so too much weight could break it again. She was almost a year old when we got her. We butchered her early at about a year and a half but yeah, she's pretty good. Makes good burgers |
06:33:24 Min| Shit, I'm surprised you kept her alive long enough to be named then! Did she at least give good meat? |
06:31:35 Athena - AAs| We were going to name them Ripped and Off because they were part of a bad trade. Ralph was given to us with a broken knee and both were much older than they were supposed to be. |
06:31:01 DD| You can have negative morale? 💀 |
06:30:06 Athena - AAs| We have beef cows lol we raise them with the intent to eat them. |
06:26:13 Athena - AAs Angels
Naw she's the dead one lol |
06:24:59 Athena - AAs| Her brother is named Alf and he's facing the butcher in January. I named them after the twins from Green Acres lol |
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Hello! And welcome! I'll get my character sheet up in a moment! Equestrian Facility (This is not EXACTLY correct, but this is a very good overview of what I'm thinking of. Mostly, just remove the trees surrounding the property and think of the riding trails leading to the beach.) ~ Mansion (WIP) ~~ Beach ~~ Horses (This will explain the many horses that take up the barn, their owner(s), stall number, and pictures :3) Winning A Showline Barn Name: Banana Gender: Gelding Age: 12 Owner: Julia Jenson (Friend of Athena) Stall Number: Right side | Stall Five ~~ A Runners Dream Barn Name: Jackie Gender: Gelding Age: 7 Owner: Owned by the Carters | Leased by Ethan (Athena's friend) Stall Number: Right side | Stall Four ~~ Winston The Ghost Barn Name: Winston Gender: Gelding Age: 21 Owner: The Carters Stall Number: Right side | Stall Two ~~ The Sky's The Dream Barn Name: Sky Gender: Mare Age: 7 Owner: Owned by the Carters | Leased by Julia Jenson (Athena's Friend) Stall Number: Left Side | Stall Three ~~ Roll A Die Barn Name: Vinni Gender: Mare Age: 5 Owner: Owned by the Carters | Leased by Rosalia Turner (Athena's dads' friends' daughter) Stall Number: Left Side | Stall Four ~~ |
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(WIP-FILLING OUT NOW) Human Full Name: Athena Carter Nickname(Optional): Athen, Thena, Sweet Girl(mom) Sexuality: Bisexual Gender: Female Age: 22 Date of Birth: 10/28/2002 Appearance: Skin - Tan with freckles lining her shoulders Build - Hair - Straight dark brown hair. A little longer then shoulder-length. She usually curls it to frame her face. She has curtain bangs that frame her face. Eyes - Crystal blue eyes, sharp shape, long eyelashes Tattoos - Tattoo on her inner thigh that she got on a whim (she does still like it), a cancer ribbon hidden behind her ear. Scars - She has a scar on her lower stomach, it was from a surgery process. Birthmarks - Freckles (i dont know if these count) Piercings - Nose piercing, ears pierced, belly button pierced Jewelry - Small gold hoop earrings, safety pin necklace (hides it in her shirt), gold jewel belly button piercing, gold nose piercing. Personality: Flirty // Competitive // Loyal // Slightly snobby // Ambivert // Party Girl // White Cat Parents/Family: Significant Other: None Crush: your character, after a while Ex's: Backstory: Interests(Optional): Riding Swimming Competing Pickleball Men Woman Dislikes(Optional): Silver Cheap tack Volleyball Baseball Football Heat Homophobes Pet Peeve(s)(Optional): Small stalls Crickets Sore losers Allergies(Optional): Other: Equine ~ Registered Name: Gyspy's Shining Champion Barn Name/Nickname: Gypsy Age: 6 Gender: Mare Breed: Dutch Warmblood Appearance: Personality: Sassy // Annoyed // Motherly // Playful // Strict // Will let you know if you do it wrong Parentage/Lineage: Sire: Just A Shining Star Dam: Champions Different And Alike Offspring(Optional): Gypsy's Dancing Legacy History(Optional): Lent/Owned: Owned Other: Wears sky blue or light pink |
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Grayson Wells Nickname: Gray
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Gender: Male
Age: 24 (April 15, 1999)
Appearance: Tall (6'3") with dark brown hair and striking blue eyes. He has a few tattoos on his arms that reflect his adventurous spirit. Usually dresses in casual, stylish clothing, favoring black and deep colors.
Personality: Friendly and adventurous, Grayson is always eager to help others. He has a great sense of humor but can be serious when it matters. Loyal to friends and family, he has a curious and determined spirit.
Parents/Family: Raised by supportive parents, David and Clara Wells. He has one younger sister, Mia.
Significant Other: None
Crush: TBD
Ex's: A few casual relationships, none serious.
Backstory: Growing up in a small town, Grayson spent his childhood exploring nature and developing a love for animals, especially horses. After finishing college, he now is finishing his vet ned studies while working at a local riding school.
Interests: Hiking, photography, tattoo art, and volunteering at local shelters.
Dislikes: Crowded places and dishonesty.
Pet Peeve(s): People who are late
Allergies: None Equine Registered Name: SHM Baloryx
Barn Name/Nickname: Ryx
Age: 10
Gender: Gelding
Breed: Swedish Warmblood Appearance: Sleek and muscular with a an elegant head and a kind eye, he stands roughly 17HH and is a shiny black with a striking dapple Greg somatic like slashes across his shoulders and down his front legs. He has a ghost-shaped spot on his forehead as well.
Personality: Energetic and playful, Ryx loves to run and play with other horses. He has a gentle side, especially with people he trusts, and is very intuitive.
Parentage/Lineage:
Sire: RH Nobleman
Dam: SHM Ranyn
Offspring: None
Lent/Owned: Owned
Other: Known for his playful antics, he has a reputation for getting into mischief, often stealing hats from visitors. |
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☆°~Athena Carter~°☆ Athena yawned tiredly, her alarm blaring loudly. She whined in annoyance, shoving upright. She swiped her alarm, turning it off. She stood, stretching her back out with a large yawn. Athena blinked, looking around the room. Large windows lined the wall, the blinds having automatically opened a few minutes ago to wake her up. She had a perfect view of the stables and horses grazing in their pastures. Ah... the water looked beautiful this morning as well. She turned walking to her closet. She tugged off the large graphic tee she was wearing, letting it fall over onto one of the many wardrobes in her room. Athena stood in only Grey panties, looking around her huge walk-in closet. . "What to wear...?" . She murmured to herself. A pair of riding leggings caught her eyes and she nodded. Good enough. She grabbed them, tugging them onto her body and adjusting them against her hips. Then reaching for her bra and clasping it onto her body. Athena grabbed a purple, zip up riding shirt, pulling it on and zipping it up a bit. To hide her cleavage for now at least. She pulled on some white socks. She left her closet, walking to the bathroom where she put on deodorant, brushed her hair, and her teeth. She then grabbed her makeup kit, going to her makeup table, sitting down on the cushion. She turned on the curling iron qnd began to do her makeup as it heated. After she finished her makeup and her hair, she turned off her curling iron and stood, going to her door and slipping out of her room. Athena made her way down the hall, coming into the large foyer and trotting down the stairs. . "Mother, father, I'm going to go riding!" . She called into the house. The elegant voice of her mother replied. . "Alright dear, stay safe!" . She called. Athena hummed, tugging on her tennis shoes and nodding. Though, Gypsy was not always safe. She stepped out of the large mansion, beginning her walk to the barn, airpods and phone in pocket. She walked down the driveway, taking a left on the concrete path toward the large stables. She stopped infront of the stables, glancing to her right. The arena and pastures were that way. To her right, past the barn, a path led down to the beach... Which was very nice. She slid into the barn, moving to the feed room. Time to feed the horses this morning. |
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The drive to the property felt endless, the hum of the truck engine a steady backdrop to Grayson’s racing thoughts. He steals glances at Ryx in the trailer through a little monitor on the dash, his nostrils flaring as he senses the change in scenery. Beside him, his father sits grumpily in the drivers seat. David isn't much of a morning person, so Grayson is glad to know he takes after his mother in this instance. But, parents do anything for their children, and if driving an hour out of their way to ride with friends was the mission, that's what would happen. It isnt long before the road and drive disappear, and the duo parks in the large lot. He jumps out, taking in the scenery before hurrying to let Ryx out. The gelding steps out of the trailer and onto the ground with a soft thud, his hooves sinking slightly into the freshly groomed gravel. Grayson smiled, running a hand along his sleek neck, whispering soothing words as the pair settle into the scene. His father appears around the side of the trailer, already hurrying up the steps of the house to greet his friend. Grayson, on the other hand, makes his way towards the stables with Ryx in tow. He pauses at the entrance, his gaze sweeping across the sprawling grounds that lay before him. Though his family had their own slice of heaven, he had to admit the Carters had it much better.
The early morning sun hangs low in the sky, casting a golden glow that filters through the tall oak trees lining the property. The familiar scent of fresh hay hits his nose, mingling with the earthy aroma of horse sweat. He can hear the distant sounds of horses whinnying, the familiar to and fro of stable life. Though not busy, it still had the same nostalgic feeling he loved. He rests a hand reassuringly on the neck of his gelding, who now fidgets with his lead rope. He allows the horse to stretch his nose out and smell the air as Grayson looks around. Ryx nudges him with his nose, the gelding's big brown eyes full curiosity. Grayson offers a pat, tugging him along towards the entrance. They had been through so much together—triumphs and setbacks alike. He searches around for Athena. She was supposed to be the daughter, a fellow equestrian. Though the pair were familiar, almost friends mostly through the conpetive circuits, he had to admit he didn't know much about her at all. He wanders the barn, Ryx plodding happily beside him, as he explores. |
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☆°~Athena Carter~°☆ Athena finished dumping the last bucket of grain into the last horse, Oliver's, food trough. Se stepped back, humming quietly to herself while she walked back to the feed room. She set the grain scoop back on the shelf then backed out of the feed room, closing the door behind her. She then began to the tackroom, but was interrupted when she heard hooves against the barn concrete. Athena paused, glacing down the aisle. Ah. That must be Grayson. She approached him. "Hello, Grayson. Nice seeing you here again." She said, her voice rich and polite. "Your Stall will be this one." She commented, pointing toward a Stall near the middle of the barn. "Let me know if you have any questions." She said with a flirtatious smile. She turned, tugging her hair into a tight ponytail and entering the tack room. She went to Gypsy's tack, grabbing her sky blue pad, English saddle, and English bridle. Athena set the saddle on her hip, walking out of the tackroom and toward one of the many crosstie sections in the aisle. She set the saddle pad and saddle on the saddle rack, hanging up the bridle on the bridle hook before glancing behind her. Fuck. She's gotta go get Gyps. She walked toward the mares Stall, grabbing her sky blue halter hat had her barn name on the side. Athena opened the Stall door, stepping inside the Stall. She began toward the mares connected pasture, sneakers plodding against the grass as she walked out toward a beautiful buckskin mare who was grazing in the distance. Gypsy's head parked up as she nared, the mare trotting over. Athena smiled slightly, hooking the halter around her head and clicking to her gently. She complied, following after her as the brunette gently led her back to the barn. They got back to the barn, Athena leading Gypsy out to her chosen cross-ties. She hung the mares lead rope next to the bridle and walked back to Gypsies stall. She closed it, latching it then walking back to the buckskin. She patted her mares butt, sighing. "Ready for our cross country practice today, girl?Athena asked quietly. Gypsy pawned at the ground once before stopping. She hummed. "Agreeable." She murmured, going to grab her brushes for the mare. (Sorry it's short, I can lengthen it tomorrow probably) |
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Grayson stands in the barn aisle, taking a deep breath of the familiar scents and sounds, the strangeness of being in a new barn with hee ruled and new expectations. Though he’s visited the Carters often, each time feels like a new adventure. He greets Athena in return, offering a warm handshake and a kind smile, "Thank you. I'm super excited, you guys have the best place around." He glances at the stall assigned to him, noting its prime location near the center of the barn. It feels welcoming, a place where he can watch the hustle and bustle around him while also having a little sanctuary for himself and his horse. He steps forward, pushing open the sturdy door and peering inside. The straw is fresh, and he can already envision how it will feel to spend time here. He leads the gelding in, Ryx immediately dropping his head to shuffle the hay and explore the spacious stall. He chuckles softly, removing the shipping boots and blanket to reveal the gelding's striking coat and unbuckles the halter for the horse to have his own time. Grayson returns to the truck and trailer, retrieving his saddle and gear from the built in tack area and back seat of the dually.. He carefully carries the items, feeling the weight of the saddle settle comfortably on his hip as he makes his way back through the elegant barn and to the tack room. The tack room is a treasure trove of memories, each piece of equipment holding a story. He knows how much care the Carters put into their horses and their gear, and he admires the meticulous organization and stunning aura of the place. Everything is cleaned and polished, so it's easy to find in bold engraving the number on the locker that matches his horse's stall number. A couple more trips and everything is officially unloaded, from tack to feed snd grooming. Though it's a longer stay, it is temporary just until their own property is back up and running. As he walks back to his stall, feed bucket and grooming box in hand, he can’t help but feel a twinge of nervousness. He wants to make a good impression, to prove that he’s worthy of the trust they’ve placed in him to ride here. Setting the bucket in the stall, he glances down the aisle, taking in the other horses as he fights off the gelding pushing his head towards the bucket. With a determined nod, Grayson begins to groom his horse. He retrieves brushes from his tack box, each stroke bringing a sense of calm. It's rhytmic, calming, and he enjoys the quiet the barn provides. Once he finishes grooming, he slips from the stall to return his stuff to the locker. There is a familiarity to the routine, even if he isn't at home. He stops back by the geldings stall, peeking to make sure everything is fine before wandering off to explore the grounds. |
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