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The weather is slightly on the warmer side than usual as it is the preperation season before the harsh winter of the year comes, there is still snow on the ground but a decent amount of it has been churned into slushy mud.
Starts off at early morning around 8am.
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It is one of the last months you can access the more populated city before the snow is too thick on the roads leading to it.

Darren Lee Greyson | 46 | M | Penny & Lupin | Mentions: Penny
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Stepping out into the cold Darren finished pulling his leather and insulated gloves onto his hands to keep them warm, coming down from the wooden porch of his home he made his way over to the brick/stone and wooden heated barn that the horses were kept in as he had some plans with his Belgian Mare Penny to collect some wood from the forest nearby today. They needed to stock up one some wood before the winter arrived in the next few weeks/month.
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Coming out of his thoughts as he walked into the barn, greeted by the coasy warmth inside and a few nickers he made his way to Pennys stall where the mare was relaxing but stood to attention when she caught glimpse of Darren. Bringing the cart harness from the tack room darren slipped into Penny's stall and gave her a brush down before he began hoisting and affixing the tack to the mare, fiddling with the straps and all different parts of it until it fit nicely. Penny stood still calmly as he finished up adjusting the harness before the two made their way outside to attach the harness to the cart.

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Anastasia Roux Greyson | 23 | F | SF Clashing Worlds | Mentions: Darren, Clan, Lupin.
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Rising from her slumber and getting ready for the day Anne rugged herself up well in a thick coat and pants with her insulated boots and gloves to go with. Brushing and tying her hair up Anne then made her way outside after grabbing a bite to eat.
Her house was located a bit beside her father Darrens home as she walked pat it to go to the barn, spotting him taking Penny out with the cart. She greeted with a good morning and slinked away into the stable to see her boy Clan.
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On the way up to his stall she stopped outside Lupin's stall and gave him some head scratches, running her hand down the greys soft face as he gently lipped at her other hand seeing if she had any food for him. "Sorry Lupin none on me" before giving him a little kiss on the muzzle before continuing her way to Clan's stall where the tall bay stood dozing away.

Opal woke up to 150 pounds of bambi on her chest, she coughed shoving the big dog off of her. Once she caught her breath so swung her feet off her bed and walked across the room. Bambi sprawled out across her bed like it was his throne. Opal pulled on some clothes, layering a turtle neck over a tank top and jeans over a pair of leggings. As she pulled on a hoodie she walked across the trailer house, stepping downt the two large steps to the addition where her brother slept, she shover her shoulder into his door and switched on the lights without a word before going back up the stairs, and getting her breakfast of buttered bread and a coffee.

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waking up to your sister turning on the ill working electricity that sounds like a wagon rolling down a hill with a bucket of snakes in it is not the most recommended way to wake up, but that was the way Dustin woke up so he had gotten slightly used to it although it still was a terrifying noise. He rolled out of bed in a ungraceful heap of strawberry blonde curls and blankets. When he stood up he threw the blankets back on the bed in a heap before ripping a brush through his hair and pulling on layers of clothes. "Opal! Can I start the fire?!" He yelled from the addition down stairs (steps) her response was immediate "Absolutely Not!" He huffed before jogging up the stairs and shoving past opal to toast a piece of bread.

Beau woke up to being jumped on by Laredo. What a 'perfect' way to start the morning.

"Get off me, stupid."

He grumbles, still barely awake, pushing the pointer off of his chest. The dog then sat on the floor and proceeded to bang her stub tail on the floor.

"Ok, ok!"

He pushes himself out of bed, gets dressed, and goes to the kitchen to feed Laredo. Once that is done, he starts his coffee, looking into the foggy pasture where he could barely see Annie still grazing, and a couple of clients horses surronding her.

He went outside after the coffee as made and headed to the barn, where to was greeted by Annie sticking her head over a panel.

"Hey, big girl."

He murmered and rubbed her forehead, before walking into the barn to feed.

He fed the big pinto last, making sure everything was latched and giving her a few minutes to eat before grabbing his tack. Annie flicked an ear towards the door as his cousin, 15 year old Wren, came into the barn to check on her mare.

"Morning."

He calls over his shoulder, and she says it right back.

As he finished tightning both his front and back cinches, he shut the stalls door, hung his headstall on the horn, and went out of the stall to check on his current machines he's fixing up while the mare ate.

Darren Lee Greyson | 46 | M | Penny & Lupin | Mentions: Anne, Penny
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Watching as his daughter walked past and into the barn he greeted a "Good morning" back to her before lining Penny up to the wooden cart, with every cluck and change of the long reins Penny knew exactly what he was asking and moved into place. Lifting the front end of the cart into place and connecting the cart to her harnes Darren checked everything once more to make sure it was fitted correctly before checking all the tools he needed for today were in the back of the cart.
His axe, rope and all different things in he then swung up onto the front of the cart gathering his reins.
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With a click of his tongue the sound of the mares shoed hooves digging into the slushy snow could be heard as she pulled the cart into motion, the sound of the carts wheel starting to move as they started on their way. Going through the slushy snow and mud leading out onto a trail to the forest.
His breath slightly obscuring his vision as the cold air nipped at his face a little so he pulled his zipped up jacket enough to cover some of his face, Sitting still observing their surroundings along the pathway as there slowly became more trees surrounding them as they moved closer to the forest. The mares fluffy frame moved as she pulled the cart along also observing her surroundings, it was a regular path for them and sometimes they did the chore with Lupin to help pull as well if they needed more horsepower for the weight of the load depending how much wood they needed.

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Anastasia Roux Greyson | 23 | F | SF Clashing Worlds | Mentions: Clan
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Anne watched as the tall bay gelding lifted his head to meet her gaze, letting out a soft wicker of aknowledgement steping forward to accept her head pats and affection.
After giving Clan some well deserved love she went to fetch his grooming kit from the tack room, lifting the wooden box from the locker she made her way back to his stall before letting herself in. Clan searching her for any treat goodies watching as Anne grabbed a treat she'd picked up from the tack room storage and held it up for him to munch down.

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Taking each of the respective brushes out and holding it in her right hand as she moved them along his coat to free it of dust and anything from his bedding that clung to him. Clan snorted softly before shaking out, yawning to show his relaxation as Anne moved through the brushes and cleaned him up.
Moving to his behind she took his tail into her hands before brushing any knots out and bedding entangled in the dark hairs, huffing as she finished it was a bit of arm work getting his tail smooth and knot free.
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"A workout with you" she smiled, packing the grooming tools away her next focus was to tack him up for their endeavours today.

Opal-mae Lilland Duffel "Opal" | F | 23 | bambi & quin|

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Opal walked out to the barn, her feet crushing the snow as she grabbed onto the metal handle and drug the big wooden door open. The sound of horses nickering and stomping filed the barn, opal walked down the aile dragging her gloved hand across the wooden stall fronts. She stopped at bingos stall, not being able to see the little gelding she leaned over and sighed. The palomino was laying on his back leaning against the wall with his feet stuck up in the air. "Bingo how do you even do this" opla said as she jogged to the backroom to grab some extra lead ropes. Grabbing the leads she jogged back to the ponys stall, and slid the door open bingo flailed his legs "whoa, easy boy if you break your hip being stupid there's no saving you" she told him as she tossed a rope over his hind legs then another ove his fronts. He started to kick and flail again, hooking her behind her knee with a shod hind hoove before catching that shoe on the metal wood connectors on his stall and ripping it off. Opal sighed, a look of pure disappointment crossing her face. "Bingo whoa" she said again before pulling the ropes rolling the stocky pony over. He pricked his ears and limped across his stall to go get water.

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Dustin James Duffel "Dusty" | M | 13 | Bullseye & Bingo|

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Dustin jogged out to the barn still having a piece of toast in his hand, he was getting ready to launch into a story on bambi and bullseye play fighting, but then he realized opal was standing in bingos stall holding a shoe and a lead rope looking pissed and bingo was blowing bubbles in his water. "Uh- I'll go feed for you" he said slowly as he took a step away from the stall and then jogged to the feed room to make up buckets for the six horses.

Wren Carson - F - 15 - Lou & Riata - Mentions: Lou, Riata, Beau, Annie

Wren got up kinda late. And by her standards, that meant her cousin, Beau, waing her up while yelling at his dog, Laredo. Her own dog, Lou, was still stretched out the foot of her bed, long white fur making him look like a big fluffy lump. Once she heard Beau head out to the barn, she got up, got dressed, and made sure to push Lou off her bed so he didn't make a dent in it.

After she ate some breakfest, she headed out to feed her mare, Riata. She slipped on her boots, let Lou out infront of her, and walked to the barn, gravel crunching under her feet. The big Pyrenees went straight to where they kept their smaller ruminents, some milk goats and sheep, along with their dairy cattle. Once in the barn, she spotted Beau finishing up feeding his huge mare, Annie. Her greeted her with a

"Morning"

And she responds with her own

"Morning"

She then heads to her mare's stall. The tobaino stuck her head over the door as she heard Wren approach her stall, nostrils fluttering in a silent nicker. Beau then calls over his shoulder,

"Give her her balancer first, not hay yet, then work her. And roundpen her first. She's been chasing some of your dads mares off of the round bale in the back."

"Okay."

And she heads to the feed room to get Riata's grain ready.

Emily Woodstock | 30 F | Mentions : Yarra and Destiny

Emily was a early riser than most in the town, usually out in the forest before the break of dawn. Catching the sun rise above the mountains but it was getting harder as Emily was getting older but this was all she knew being out in the woods in the nature and wouldn't change it for the world.

As the morning matured, Emily begun her usual looting the forest for natural remedies which she usually makes for health care in the town, harvesting wild berries and flowers but as winter was quickly arriving, it was getting harder to find.

Emily crossed her arms as she balanced herself on Destiny as they walked down a rocky trail, trusting the mare to not wondering from the path, tipping her hat down towards her face as she took a deep breath in "my my my... I think we'll be having a big winter this time aye whatcha think?" She asked with a bit of a disappointed tone.

Sounds of twigs snapping at a rapid pace surrounded the horse and rider, neither seemed fussed about it "now Yarra... Mate... For a dingo. You are pretty loud aye" Emily chuckled as a light red dingo ran out of the bush and in front of them, howling softly as he trots a little further from them.

Opal-mae Lilland Duffel "Opal" | F | 23 | bambi & quin|

mentions: bingo bambi quin

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Opal tied bingo to the rail as she stepped into quins stall to get the murgese mare saddled up. "Sorry quin, we're gonna need to take a trip to Darren and see if he'll tack a new shoe onto bingo" she told the mare while running a soft brush over her back. There was no time for tail brushing or hoove oil, opal just knocked the dust off of her and picked her front feet before grabbing the saddle pad. Quin pinned her ears as opal set the pad on her back obviously not wanting to be ridden. "Sorry gal, you'll have to wait to finish your pellets until we get back" opal told her as she threw on the heavy ranch saddle and started tightening the cinches. When the saddle was on opal grabbed her cathedral from off the wall, slipping it over the mares rope halter and the spade bit into her mouth. She then led quin out of the stall, untied the limping bingo and walked both of the horses out of the barn with a slight limp of her own from where bingo kicked her. She mounted up and dallied bingos lead off on her saddle horn, giving quin a tap with her heels and starting off at a walk down the dirt road. Bambi had trotted sownt the stairs to join the group, her red dappled coat so fluffy the cold didnt bother her at all. "Heel bambi" opal told her firmly as a man in a cart clattered by them, cursing and throwing up his hands "damn civilians, hell feel real bad he was a dick when he needs a particularly mean colt started" she told herself as Darrens barn started to come into view.

(oml real quick ghost i actually just gasped i didnt think anyone on here knew what spades were T.T I know what they are bc im gonna start my filly in a hackamore and hopefully she'll earn the spade :) and my dad was actually was taught by and rode buckaroo's horses in his 20's! lol)

When Annie had had enough feed to get her guts moving, Beau went to grab his wade from the tackroom. The saddle was sitting with his pad and blanket ontop, and the mare's current setup (to transition into the two-rein, a 3/8 bosal) hanging off of the horn, the thick mule hide horn wrap worn. He carried it to her stall, and put it on the door while he ran a curry over her body.

He then threw the pad on, then the thick cotton blanket, and finally he swung the saddle up. Annie huffed slightly as it landed on her back, and he patted her on the shoulder before dropping his breastcollar, and both cinches. He let down his latigo last.

Once the breastcollar, front cinch, and back cinch were tightened, he took her getup off the horn, he slipped the hackmore on her head, then slipped the spade carefully in her mouth (since she's still getting used to the bit.) and then putting his mecate and romals over her head, the mecate tail in his hand as he leads her out of the stall.

"Where are you going?"

He heard Wren call from her mare's stall.

"Town."
He called over his shoulder.

"For what?"

"Looking for some parts and possibly vaccines for the new horses coming in next week."

"Ohhh. Ok."

He rolls his eyes and goes out of the barn, where he hops on her and heads for the road.