-Heather would look up at the man in front of her- "Oh Hey" -She said then simply introduces herself- "I'm Heather Proudstorm. Pleasure to meet you, Oskar" -she gave a small smile-

He smiled back happily, “Very nice name Heather,” he smiled in a charming way. “Pleasure to meet you also. Anyways what are you thinking of the school so far?” He feet were starting to hurt from standing to long so he adjusted to a more comfortable standing positions with his hands in his pockets.

"Thanks, your name sounds cool" -She said as she was being nice- "I think it's very interesting so far" -Heather was being honest about her opinion-

He nodded, “I saw your horse while I came in, he’s very handsome,” he paused not actually knowing the hors’s gender is, “or she.” He looked at her with a questioning look.

"He's a gelding so you were correct and he would probably very much appreciate the compliment" -Heather said as she gave a kind smile once more-

Luke Hemmings | M | 18 | Blood Sport | M: Everyone, Oskar

Luke turned to the desk and got Gabriella and him self checked in. "it was nice to meet you Oskar." Luke said with a nod then him and his sister walked out. Luke and GAbriella walked to there truck and got there bags. "see you in a bit." Luke said as they walked into the building to find there dorms

Hunter Downing | 24 | Strength of Nobles "Noble"

Hunter drove down the windy road in front of him, his mind frazzled. It'd been so long since he had done something for himself, he wasn't sure if he really should. Who was going to help his father on the ranch? Who'd help his mother with her housework? And who was there for his sister?

His 1984 Ford pickup slowed for a turn onto the asphalt path. White vinyl fencing ran down the road with horses grazing in the pastures. He felt his two horse trailer shift and bounce as his 6 year-old blood bay gelding, Noble, strained to look out the window and nicker to the nearby geldings. Hunter chuckled to himself, "What a nut" as he continued down the drive.

He pulled up to the facilities, letting his truck and two horse trailer settle to a stop for enough away from the other people and trailers that were already there. Everything was so pristine. He was shocked. Was this really somewhere to train? Hell, his home had a nice arena and round pen, but nothing that was this clean. Granted, the cows will make sure to make your home "homely" with their mud and cow pies flung everywhere.

He turned the key in the ignition and stepped out of the brown pick-up. Noble was antsy in the back of the trailer, stomping and snorting like a mad man. Hunter opened the window to allow him to peek his head out. Noble shoved his muzzle against the window, throwing it against the trailer and bouncing it back closed. Hunter shook his head, laughing at the colt.

"Easy, buddy. Cool it," he murmured, opening the window once more. He ran his right hand up the colt's blaze and rubbed between his eyes. He could see Noble relax and take a breath before he untied his lead. Hunter stepped around to the back of the trailer, opening the main door and unclipping the strap behind Noble's rear. Noble gingerly stepped out of the trailer with his back feet, testing where exactly the ground was, before throwing himself out.

"Alright, alright. Let's go for a ride for a bit," Hunter stated. He stepped around to the passenger side of the pick-up and pulled his tack from the bed. He began to tack Noble up after ground tying him (which honestly was proving to be very unsuccessful as Noble pranced around him). He grabbed his bridle with a smooth o-ring snaffle and gently placed it into the colt's mouth. Once he had something to play with, Noble turned into a different horse. His body began to soften and his eyes relaxed. His feet stood still as his black tail hung loosely. Hunter patted Noble's neck before tossing his keys onto his passenger seat.

The pair sauntered over to the large sandy arena. Dressage letters were placed around the sides with the same white vinyl fencing as the pastures. Hunter walked in the gate with Noble and secured it behind him. He stepped to the colt's side, stepped into the stirrup, then swung into the saddle. Almost instantly, Noble relaxed his headset, putting himself into his "reiner" frame.

He began with a simple walk, bending Noble's body to the left and right. Lots of circles and leg yielding from a young age taught Hunter just how flexible horses could be if you were to ask in the correct way.

After working their way up through the gates as their warm up, Hunter decided to try for some rollbacks. He circled approximately 10 meters to the left, heading towards the fence at a 45 degree angle before feeling Noble drop his hind end into a stop. He backed him quickly, felt the horse's right front shoulder start to lift, and laid pressure with his left leg and rein. The colt pushed forward and around beautifully, driving himself forward with powerhouse hind end. Hunter reached down, praising him and stroking his neck.

Luke Hemmings | M | 18 | Blood Sport | M: Open

Gabriella put her bags on the ground next to her bed. She got her guitar out and played a few chords. She tapped her foot on the floor. "

Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain

I leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days

She told me in the morning

She don't feel the same about us in her bones
It seems to me that when I die
These words will be written on my stone

And I'll be gone, gone tonight
The ground beneath my feet is open wide
The way that I've been holdin' on too tight
With nothing in between

The story of my life, I take her home
I drive all night to keep her warm and time
Is frozen (the story of, the story of)
The story of my life, I give her hope
I spend her love until she's broke, inside
The story of my life (the story of, the story of)

Written on these walls are
The colors that I can't change
Leave my heart open
But it stays right here in its cage

I know that in the morning now
I see ascending light upon a hill
Although I am broken, my heart is untamed, still

And I'll be gone, gone tonight
The fire beneath my feet is burning bright
The way that I've been holdin' on so tight
With nothing in between

The story of my life, I take her home
I drive all night to keep her warm and time
Is frozen (the story of, the story of)
The story of my life, I give her hope
I spend her love until she's broke, inside
The story of my life (the story of, the story of)

And I've been waiting for this time to come around
But baby running after you is like chasing the clouds

The story of my life
I take her home
I drive all night
To keep her warm and time

Is frozen

The story of my life I give her hope (give her hope)
I spend her love until she's broke (until she's broke inside)

The story of my life (the story of, the story of)The story of my life
The story of my life (the story of, the story of)
The story of my life."

GAbriella sang as she played her guitar with it. She looked around and took a deep breath.

Luke found his room and put his stuff away. he smiled as he opened his phone to see a picture of him self and his sister and there horses. After his things where put away he walked out of the room.