Keefe Sencen [] M [] 16 [] Somehow Single [] Irresistible Little Devil [] M: Open

Whilst being led, Diablo suddenly reared with a loud whinny, his front hooves striking the air. "Dude! Keep it down, we're in pub-blic." Keefe laughed, soothing the huffing stallion. "I know what would help. C'mon." He jogged back towards the barn, Diablo prancing behind him. Clipping the tall stallion in the crossties, Keefe brushed him quickly, picked his hooves, and grabbed a beautiful Western saddle. With dark brown leather and swirling tooling, it was truly an intricate design of flowers, petals, hawks, and vines. Cinching the stallion up and grabbing an equally beautiful bridle, Keefe hooked up the breastcollar, which had red gemstones embedded in it and the same tooling with braided tassles. The bridle has red gemstones on the browband and tassles as well. Keefe slipped the bit in Diablo's mouth and led the stallion out. He jumped up on the prancing stallion, keeping a loose rein yet somehow holding back the ball of energy. "Reining should calm you down, eh? And maybe barrels." Keefe mused, deciding to run a couple barrel patterns first, then do some reining. Going into a giant arena where barrels were already set up, he warmed Diablo up before lining the stallion up. Leaning forward was all it took... Diablo was off like a bat outta hell. He raced to the first barrel and whipped around in record time, doing the same for the second. With immense acceleration coming out of the third, Diablo raced home, stretched out, his dappled palomino pelt glinting marvelousely. Keefe's golden hair whipped around his face from the lack of a helmet and Diablo's light tail fluttered behind him like a sail. "Good job bud! I'd say that was a 16 second run!" Keefe cheered, coming to a perfect sliding stop where Diablo tucked his rump.

Keefe Sencen [] M [] 16 [] Somehow Single [] Irresistible Little Devil [] M: Open

Keefe's face was alight with energy and happiness as his horse came to a perfect stop. Diablo snorted and pawed at the ground before hopping up in a small rear. "Shh buddy... let's go do a quick stop." The boy murmured to his horse, nudging his heels. Diablo took off forward, but Keefe kept perfect balance, completely used to it. With a slight shift of his hips the palomino stallion came to a perfect sliding stop, his haunches getting close to the ground and his long mane fluttering out ahead of him. Then, with a touch of the heel, DIablo span around and around, faster and faster, without putting a foot out of place. Stopping, Keefe grinned widely and patted the stallion's neck. Diablo snorted heavily and started prancing around the arena as if to display his amazing conformation. "Show off." Keefe laughed, letting Diablo canter around.

(In that context what would *M* mean?)

Keefe [] M [] 16 [] Somehow Single [] Irresistible Little Devil [] M: Lisa

Keefe slowed Diablo to a halt, leaning over to gently rub the stallion's neck. "See? Feeling any calmer?" The boy mumbled, glancing up as he heard a snicker. Over in the grass Lisa stood with her mare. The mare did not look the happiest about the fact Diablo was within 1,000 feet of her, which made Keefe chuckle- but he hesistated before doing something this time. Usually if he figured out a girl was watching him he would start acting like Diablo and showing off- buuut that didn't seem like it would help his totally-gonna-grow friendship with Lisa. So, instead, Keefe ignored the fact she was there and continued working Diablo, starting with the sidepasses he was planning on doing and moving to backup. The stallion got frustrated on the backup and started pawing, so Keefe made him back all the way around the arena. After that Diablo stood still and waited instructions. After a moment Keefe urged Diablo forward into a jog, wiggling the loose reins slightly. With a heavy huff Diablo put his head down until he looked ike the perfect Western Pleasure horse. "Nice job." Keefe whispered.

(I'll just put CR ((Crush)))

Keefe Sencen [] M [] 16 [] CR: Will Be Lisa [] Irresistible Little Devil [] M: Lisa

Keefe was pleased that his uppity stallion settled down enough to do this pretty jog, but that all ended quickly. Diablo perked his ears and lifted his head as they passed Rain, and then he started prancing again- acting like a Saddlebred as he lifted up his knees and swished his tail. It was a beautiful sight, but Keefe was bewildered. The boy half-halted and tried to bring the palomino stallion to a walk... to no avail. Diablo quickened his pace to a canter, circling back around to go past Rain again. "Dude, you suck." Keefe groaned when he figured it out, looping the reins over the saddle horn. When Diablo wanted something, he wouldn't stop till he got it, and Keefe couldn't stop him. With a sigh, the boy leaned back in the saddle and waited for the stallion's prancing show to be over.

That was a mistake. A minute later Diablo took off across the arena, and because Keefe was leaning back, it didn't end well. He let out a yelp of surprise and lurched backwards, his hands immediately flailing forward. Only because Keefe hada good seat did he stay on... he was a natural rider. Pulling himself back forward, this time instead of looking amused he looked rather annoyed. Instead of asking Diablo to slow down, he told the stallion to slow down. Diablo slowed to a halt with an irritated snort, pinning his ears back. "You'll be fine. Come on." Keefe snapped, swinging his leg over and getting off. Taking one of the split reins he led Diablo out of the arena, looking at the ground more than he looked where he was going. "Great job you little devil. You did marvelous at causing my ultimate embarrassment." He muttered, but he couldn't stay mad at the horse for long. Leading Diablo into the stallion barn and clipping him into the cross ties, Keefe started to untack.

Keefe Sencen [] M [] 16 [] CR: Will Be Lisa [] Irresistible Little Devil [] M: Lisa (Briefly), Open

With a low groan as he recalled recent events, Keefe fully untacked Diablo and gave the stallion a good brushing. Putting the horse in the stall and grabbing a water bucket, Keefe filled it up and hauled it back, hanging it up. Water sloshed over his shirt, drenching his hole chest and stomach. "Oh, great. Perfect. Fantastic." He snorted, grabbing a flake of hay. Of course, the hay was attracted by the wet shirt and stuck. "You made me look like a clown, and you continue to do so." He let out a long sigh, latching the stall door. "Stay alive so I can beat you in the morning." Keefe commented jokingly, hiking up to the boy dorms. He entered his dorm, which had been miraculously cleaned up by a stable hand as a favor he had called in. Still, a few balloons floated here and there and the streamers stayed put. After taking a 5 minute shower Keefe grabbed his black shirt that read: *I wish I could read your emotions so I could show everyone how irresistible you find me* and slipped it on. Finding another pair of grey sweatpants he pulled them on as well, feeling rather refreshed. His slightly damp hair curled as it fell across his forehead, darker than it usually was from the water. After grabbing his phone and shoving it in a deep pocket, Keefe decided to go to the Common room and just chillax. He entered the room, seeing that Lisa was there- but not really caring at that point. He was too tired from the long journey and still too annoyed at Diablo to want to deal with a grumpy girl. Collapsing on one of the brown leather chairs, he let his head flop back, staring at the ceiling.