Posts by horsesforever

@Obey.
I'm weird, let's just say that. XD Again, sorry. :PP

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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]No words I write can ever say,
How much I miss you every day.
As time goes by,
The loneliness grows.
How much I miss you,
Nobody truly knows....
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Unlike most of the others, as she viewed while veering a glance to Banshee and Pendant, Esyae wasn’t bothered as drastically as you would have thought by the vexations that were the oh-so-hungry, as it seemed, midges. Her expansive tail flogged about along her body as the pesky nuisances attempted to feed on beneath her sleek coat, to which they had no trouble evacuating from, even though they seemed anxious to reside on the brawn of the equines. She gave a partially-satisfied snort, the pinking insides of her nostrils revealed as she flared them to do so, as most of the flies proceeded to buzz off elsewhere to annoy another herd associate. Honestly, the bites of the little pests didn’t trouble her very much, considering they weren’t as painful as most other fly’s, it was just the feel of the insects crawling along her body. It wasn’t a deep sensation, but the mare could discern their legs grazing her skin and it just bothered her, and she hated that feeling with a heavy passion; it was just another one of her weird flaws, though it was just the way she was and the way she would remain.

One glance at the tumbling legion that was the sky resulted in a penetrating, yet equally quiet, whicker, a shock of pain, or at least the surprise that insisted on the supposed ‘pain’, bringing her hazy mint-green optics to a cursory close as the intense rays that the sun gave off met her gaze head-on. She gave an overdramatic hurl of her head, her hoof thrashing at the soft earth beneath her in annoyance. It was fairly obvious that, heat usually a bother to Esyae, the mare’s eyes weren’t even close to adjusted to the deep penetration of light that the sun gave off; which resulted in an overdramatic period of ‘suffering’, perhaps just to prove a point to ‘it’, it being the sun. Seemed foolish and indulgent enough, but she could care less; it was easy to set off her temper, and the annoyance of the heat they were forced to bask in was enough to do it. She definitely preferred the fierce, frigid temperatures that they faced in the winter; and it wasn’t even full on summer yet, just spring.

Within a few long strides of a transition-free canter she took on, the dun-and-white tobiano mare was beneath the fitful shade of the few trees that dotted the peaceful, apart from the midges, landscape, taking no hesitation to quickly bask in the cool radiation that the shadowing of the trees gave off. She took a once-over of the other herd members for a long moment, eyes flickering with a sudden blaze of compassion and care, before returning her gaze yet again to watch Banshee as he pranced around in agitation still because of the flies.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]Hey-o here comes the danger up in this club
When we get started and we ain't gonna stop
We gonna turn it out till it gets too hot
Everybody sing, Hey-O
Tell'em turn it up till they can't no more
Lets get this thing shakin like a disco ball
This is your last warning, a courtesy call[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]

Esyae moved her opened outside hand back to Krutch's neck, immediately softening her grip and allowing him the slightest rein, as well as bringing her heels to a transition ever so mildly into his barrel. The Paint gelding took no hesitation in propelling into an elevated trot not even two feet from Memphis's heels, his muscles flaring beneath his coat as he strained, begging to go forward even more. Esyae quietly declined his pleads with a tighten on her grip to steady his trot and soon, her fingers spidering up the reins, pullling him to a transition-free halt. She glanced behind her to check up on JC and Shadowfax before plastering a grin unto her face and focusing back on Rose, her hands loose and prepared on the reins to leap straight back into a trot when needed.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]No words I write can ever say,
How much I miss you every day.
As time goes by,
The loneliness grows.
How much I miss you,
Nobody truly knows....
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Esyae's gaze grew inattentive and just overall uncaring after a moment, slipping hazily over to Vally's slender silhouette as the overo mare as an antsy, agitated even, slight-whinny slipped from her maw. One flash of her optics and she saw the cause of the mare's annoyed feel; Banshee. They'd seemed to have had a turbulent past, and though she wasn't one to prowl, and especially not one to dwell on things that she had no place to do so, she couldn't help but flaunt a glance to them every so often. They seemed to always somehow reveal subtle hinting of this 'past', whether it be something the average equine eye shouldn't be able to pick out from being so subtle and subdued, to what seemed full on requests/challenges to commence a quarrel. She'd never quite been able to draw the pieces together as to why the two supposedly remained in disgust of one another. Maybe it was an well-concealed dissembling, maybe they had their own authentic reasons as to do so; Esyae simply felt she would never come to conclusions on the field, though.

The slight gust of wind that cut through the meadow was rather quite pleasing, the mare giving a throaty nicker in simple gratification, larger, well-set ears convulsing pleasantly from their nestled position atop her skull. The deeply-penetrating flush of light that the glowing orb that was the sun gave off ceased to sullen, but it hardly phased her beneath the dense coverage of the over-brush of the trees, a simply fraction of her head helping to mask her pale optics with her lengthy, full lashes that lined her lids.

After a period of nothing but sprawling gleefully in the coverage of the trees, the shade gradually chilling to suit her pleases, boredom seemed to etch its way into her stature. Her well-sloped shoulders fell the slightest, her intelligent head dragging exaggeratedly close to the profuse, vividly-colored clumps of grass beneath her. Her high-set tail seemed to droop behind her, the occasional flick evident just to assure the midges dare not come back, and her soft ears were flattened deeply into her skull. There seemed nothing to do, and everyone in the herd seemed to fitfully keep themselves in strong isolation; apart from the lone mare, who decided to speak up with a toss of her body rigidly into the air and a strong nicker, directed towards Banshee, unsurprisingly. Sure, she was a lone mare; but that didn't change the fact that most horses were drawn to the leads, both Banshee and Oak, likes the midges to the horses' brawn right about now; whether it be in need or simply wanting to chat. It quite annoyed her, considering this lone mare had no being to approach the leader of a well-developed herd, especially from her position, but she brushed it aside rather quickly. Her glance trailed back to Vally who glanced what-seemed longingly after Artex and Capricorn, as though satisfyingly-tempted to approach and engage in conversation with the two mares.

Letting an airy sigh fall from her fractioned maw, the mare continued to propel herself into; nothingness, her gaze directed beneath her and her attention slowly decreasing until she was as inattentive as before.

OOC:
I will bring in Dexel soon, sorry!

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I'll plot with you. ^~^ I'm thinking of creating a rather large third person horse roleplay, as you said, designed kind of like Black Beauty but with a more modern-themed Equestrian Centre.

Now, go ahead and elaborate onto your idea. :P

Trackingg :P
Though I didn't have the chance to post on the Plotting thread, I'm rather excited for this RP. ^~^

It very much makes sense. XD We initially come into character as the horses and just make the riders/humans/trainsers etc. secondary characters that have a larger impact on the horses but don't actually develop many ideas, thoughs, feeling from these characters even though they play a large part; just focusing on mainly bringing out the feeling in the primary characters; the horses.

Do you WANT to do a more modern style equestrian cntre? If not, we can base it more on the layout of black beauty and make it more around that age. The only thing it would affect really is the set-up and overall landscaping and setting; perhaps a bit into the way the character's dialogue is spoken and maybe the tack/clothing for both rider and horse.

Though overall it doesn't take much affect to my view of the RP, so you can decide.
What I'd like to discuss is like the broader details.
Name of the centre?
Fancy post or newbish?
Fancy-ish form?
Beginner;Semi-Advanced;Advanced?
Main breeds that could be categorized? (I don't know, just, I think TOO many different breeds would kind of jumble things up, hard to explain)
Specific rules?
Things like that.

As for the era, I think that is perfect as well as sticking to English Riding and setting the layout in England.

I like then name. ^~^
I'll definitely be using fancypost, I'd prefer it if the majority of people used it as well but it doesn't need to exactly be required or anything.
I agree that the form shouldn't be too long, but I was thinking it could be fairly lengthy such as: (Not going to be tampering with it with font/color/style etc, just a rough draft)
-picture-
Show Name:
Barn Name:
Breed:
Age:
Gender:
Height (In Hands):
Approximate Weight:
Coloring:
Discipline(s):
Event(s):
Description (Optional):
Personality:
History:
Rider(Just a name):

It doesn't have to be that long, that's just a rough draft of my idea of the form. xD

I agree with you on the level; I also think there would be a minimum of 5 lines per post at least on the actual roleplay thread. I would make it higher, being quite the advanced roleplayer, but just for the acception of mobile devices if they are used.

As for the breeds, I agree we should stick with mainly warmblood breeds and the typical English riding breeds. Most drafts I know, excluding a few, are mainly used for English riding as well, and I know for certain Paints are very popular in English especially for Dressage, Show Jumping, and Cross Country at lower levels (I have a paint in real life that I use for lower level three-day eventing).
A rough sketch of what it could be is:

Thoroughbreds
Warmblood Breeds (Holsteiners, Hanoverians, Trakehners, Dutch Warmbloods, etc.)
Clydesdales
Friesians
Shires
Percherons
Arabians
American Paint Horses
Sport Horses

There could be a longer list, that's just the range I'd stick with. Sounds picky but just my idea. XD

As far as rules, I agree 100% with you on that.

The only thing I'd say needs a good amount of detail would be the overall introduction of the roleplay. Backstory for the setting, maybe a small plot, just an overall tour of the 'centre'.

As far as that goes, I don't think there is much else to put a lot of detail into discussing.

I've noticed that problem as well; as you've said, just add there needs to be a limitation on the minimum of sentences for Personality and History. I myself usually give quite a long description, and I definitely don't expect that, but as you said, around 4/5 lines minimum for that sounds great. :P

I definitely agree that those ponies should be added. :P My list wasn't all that detailed and I didn't put much thought into it honestly. XD But as for that, I like it. :3
Also, there could be classified shows or just classified sections in the shows for ponies? Considering ponies lack the ability to do a lot that the other horses in the list could do, I think it's only fair that if there are ponies, there could be a classification; almost like breed classification but for the majority of pony breeds.

Regarding the backstory, that's completely up to you so just tell me when you've finished and about when you're planning to post the sign up thread. :333

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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]Hey-o here comes the danger up in this club
When we get started and we ain't gonna stop
We gonna turn it out till it gets too hot
Everybody sing, Hey-O
Tell'em turn it up till they can't no more
Lets get this thing shakin like a disco ball
This is your last warning, a courtesy call[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]
All it took to get Krutch going was a mild squeeze of Esyae's calves against his sides and a bit of rein given to him, the Paint gelding tearing down the trail just on Memphis's heels at a full-on transition-free gallop. He seemed to take a leaping start, his hooves destroying the lush clumps of abundant grass that sprouted beneath them as he took off.

Esyae decided to give the gelding freedom of rein for once, not too much of course as to where he would take advantage of his gift and trek where he needed not to go, but enough to let him continue his gallop. He tore to the side after Memphis as well to propel over the log, pushing his weight into his hind legs more than necessary and snapping his forearm to nestle his barrel, resulting in a rather exaggerated leap over the log, perhaps two feet higher than the log actually lay.

Before long, Esyae tucked against Krutch's neck into a deep two-point, the pair had jetted past Memphis, though not extremely far ahead, unto the reach of their destination. She immediately gathered the rein into her grip and released her tightened grip with her lower leg on Krutch's sides, taking away the free-will the gelding had been given as quick as she'd given it to him. He responded rather obediently, transitioning his speed until he was at a still just before the meadow, a fine layer of sweat re-condensed on his lovely tobiano pelt. Esyae reached out to stroke his jugular bulge as she waited for the others at the brink of the trail's end, a warm smile etched upon her face in content. Her hair was a bit wild-looking from the ride, being down, and she had a few red lashes on her face and neck from where her pale skin had been flogged by Krutch's loose mane, but she felt more free than ever. A long gallop, partially alone, as she'd taken ahead of the others; just her and Krutch. It felt nice. Of course though, she was antsy for the others to come so they could 'practice', as she supposed they were going to do at least, ready to ride once again.

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Tracking, working on forms now. :P

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Show name:
Essential Elegance
Stable name:
Esyae
Gender:
Mare/Female
Age:
6 Years
Breed:
American Paint Horse
Main event:
Show Jumping
Optional events:
Cross Country; Eventing

Personality:
Esyae is often taken at first glance to be shy, usually not one to approach others as willingly as you would expect the average mare to; all in all leading others into the illusion that she is soft-spoken and reserved. This is true, in a way, as she has her moments where she simply wants to speak to nobody and wishes to do nothing but keep to herself, introverted as can be at these points, though this is not her usual self. She comes off this way at first glance, but all you have to do is engage into a meaningful conversation with her. Contrary to what you would expect, she is fairly rather out-spoken and always open to speak her opinion and view on different matters, as well as being unsightly sarcastic and humorous at the same time; a better way to put it, she consists of mainly sarcastic humor. She’s utterly willing to compose a rebuttal to anything that she feels in unjust, and she’s quick to point out your mistakes when you decide to pick an argument with her, not being afraid to point out your flaws if you decide to point out hers; even if it’s simply pointing out your mistakes in wording, being of subtle and precise grammar. Besides that, she can be rather gratifying and caring if you offer her the same back; always one who consistently strives to please the ones she wishes to. Let’s just say, once you gain her respect and allow her to call you a ‘friend’, she’s to be the best she can be to keep her friends satisfied and happy with her. She’s definitely what you would call a push over, and will go beyond her limitations for most anything to do what one wants of her (as long as it’s reasonable of course).

History:
Esyae’s history is simple, short and sweet; she was birthed out of Delaware Devine by Forgotten Memory within the walls of a German breeding farm. She was raised from foal-hood in beyond upper-class conditions, and she was introduced to riding at the age of 3. She was originally in training as a dressage prospect, but the young filly had an edge to her long strides and took a special interest concerning jumping. Whether it be crow hopping around in the dressage ring or free-jumping rails set up in the outdoor sand arena, the spunky, thick-skulled filly was always found leaping around at some point or another; thus her previous riders decided to introduce her to Show Jumping. She excelled at this discipline from the moment she took on her first cross-rail, and though she isn’t exactly Olympic-worthy, her current owner, Aaron Kingston, is continuing to take her consistently into the show ring, and believes she has great potential in middle-classed affiliated divisions.

Crush:
May Develop
Mate:
None/Open
Offspring:
None
Family:
Delaware Devine|American Paint Horse~Dam
Forgotten Memory|American Paint Horse~Sire

Owned by: Aaron Kingston
Other: The eager, headstrong mare is currently jumping 3’3-4' with room for scope; she is 16hh.[/fancypost]

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Show name:
Remember The Alamo
Stable name:
Abraxas
Gender:
Stallion/Male
Age:
8 Years
Breed:
Trakehner
Main event:
Dressage
Optional events:
Eventing; Halter Showing

Personality:
The first impression you’d come by from the hardened-exterior of this flashy palomino stallion is that he’s quite the arrogant-natured, self-centered being. He tries to come off as rather polite, or at least averagely/mildly polite, though his words are often doused with a rough, sarcastic, even acidic tone. He’s known to be utmost above-priority and he was definitely given the consideration of so as he developed from a mere weanling, it’s just the lifestyle he’s known and the nature he’s been regarded with the majority of his life. Because of so, he’s often taken as what you would define as ‘snobbish’ or ‘conceited’, but in truth it’s just the ways he’s known to act. Most other equines shy away from him as he definitely sees himself as only worthy of the best, and though he’s far from the self-revolved being others take him as, he strives to get others to see into their best potentials; meaning basically that he’s always hard on others and quick to flash your flaws to you, simply because he feels that you need to be, what you would say, perfect. He believes every horse should live up to its untapped potential and should push themselves past limitation to be the best they possibly can, even if it means taking on more than one can handle. What can he say? He’s favored aristocracy since birth, considering it’s what he had been taught by his superiors, and aristocrats have to live up to their name. Besides his rough, haughty exterior, most likely the side of him you will be inaugurated to at first introduction, once you situate yourself to his overall egoistic attitude of course, Abraxas can meld himself from a snob to a saint in your gaze within a matter of days. He’s definitely someone you could describe as considerate, attentive, perhaps even tender. Though you may not develop the idea considering his nature and past his hardened outer shell, this stallion is quite sensitive and more or less vulnerable to his feelings. He’s easy to get hurt if you are to successfully probe his softer-side and strike interest and perhaps even a loving bond into his eyes; and he’s distinct and careful where to place his true feelings, as his hopes have been shot down more than once. He’s definitely not brisk to fully open himself up to you per say, though he’s not exactly sworn to secrecy, but once he does, just consider yourself notable, for the flaunty Trakehner stallion doesn’t take much liking to strangers and even if you are to get past his exterior; he knows just how to mask his emotions and he’s quick to do so. He’s one who will push well beyond your expectations, being the aristocratic-titled being he is, if you’ve been able to kindle interest into his heart, to please your wants and needs, and he definitely doesn’t thoroughly think before he continues on with his actions, so if he does feel for you or has even taken the slightest interest in you, don’t expect not to be told, for you will definitely know it soon; even though he may regret it in the long run.

History:
Abraxas was born into a rather widely-known breeder, considering his bloodline consists purely of Trakehner, and as mentioned, conditioned with the upper, upper class high society. It’s wise to say the stripling was spoiled as he aged, taken into consideration that a thick portion of the heavy funds that the breeding centre was brought upon was lavished onto the colt. He was handled with the utmost respect, his access restricted mainly to of higher-known status trainers, for example: his trainer as a 2 year old was gold-winning Olympic-starred Anky van Grunsven. Even so, though the Trakehner was developed into the highest-classed training some could possibly imagine to become an Olympic-prospected Dressage champion, Abraxas fell lame with a deeply strained tendon at the age of 6. Considering the stallion had already been initiated and brought into training such as he received, he was given yet again the benefit of the doubt when he was treated with a larger-known Equine Veterinarian. Though it had seemed unlikely at the time, considering his injury was rather serious, he recuperated from his lameness and was eventually listed for sale as a ‘Professionally-trained Dressage Prospect’. His owners at the time had taken into consideration that the stallion, because his injury could flare up at any given moment, was no longer eligible as an Olympic-prospect and that they should move onto the next birthed colt by his sire. Abraxas was purchased for 10 grand by his current owner and is now being shown in intermediate to minorly advanced Dressage.
Crush:
May Develop
Mate: None/Open
Offspring:
None
Family:
Coincidental Wealth|Trakehner~Dam
Nobleman’s Wishes|Trakehner~Sire
Owned by:
Jamestin Welsh
Other:
Abraxas stands at 17hh.[/fancypost]

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Show name:
Osirian Philosophy
Stable name:
Osiris
Gender:
Stallion/Male
Age:
8 Years
Breed:
Friesian
Main event:
Eventing
Optional events:
Dressage; Halter Showing

Personality:
Orisis’s attitude and overall personality is most likely what makes him who he is in the eyes of others. He doesn’t try to come out as rude and aggressively as he supposedly does, he just tries his best to push others away. He isn’t exactly fond of the idea of others, perhaps moderately advocate to his abilities, usually the one to take immense pride in being superior to the others around him as well as being able to express himself freely out of and in the ring, perhaps even give negligence instead of giving it his all. He’s actually quite kind, though he can be over-protective and quite the flirtacious brute, and he likes being able to chat and actually enjoy what’s offered to him, though it’s not often he gets to do that. He’s known by people that know him well for being sharp, arrogant, ignorant even, always picking fights over impulsive and immature reasons. It’s not exactly a good thing, but he’s just used to fighting to find answers and solve problems, so it’s something he does often. He’s quite skilled in his technique, so even if you do fight him, he’ll either bring you to your knees or flee cunningly, whichever he finds the logical option. He’s strong, don’t say he’s not, but he knows what he can handle and what he can’t, he’s just been this way his entire life, so it comes easily to him. Besides that, he’s highly aggressive, the slightest thing pushing him past his limit, breaking point even, his temper short and insecure. He WILL go off on you, and he’s got quite the mouth on him, though he won’t if he feel it isn’t needed, perhaps simply wandering off to let out his anger on an inanimate object. Whichever, he’s still usually not one to control his anger, and most normal people avoid him because of the way he acts towards anything and anyone that annoys him. Another key trait of his is that he is almost legitimately fearless. Being mere hairs over a staggering 17.2hh with long, well-brawned legs that carry his masculine, frame promptly yet swiftly, there isn’t many he wouldn’t challenge head-on if he felt to do so. Though his sleek coat is finely thick, his larger muscles are outlined rather definitely beneath it, proving to most he has the advantage of strength. Added onto his long legs and masculine, largely-sized frame, he is equipped with the rather perfect build for a his ranking as a 3rd Level Dressage horse as well as 1st Level Jumper; granting him the right to brag, in which he will do at some points just to show off. Though he’s humble, he’s known to be one to prove his worth to others if needed, and he takes pride in doing so, willing to do most anything considering he doesn’t fear much, besides fear itself.

History:
Osiris, though it may come as a revelation to most, was taken in as a rescue by his current owner. Birthed on a feeble section of land deep within the heart of Wyoming, he was raised from foal-hood into a violent, abusive residence. His previous owners were often drunken and rarely paid him much attention, far from what you would call actual horse-owners, and were known to lash at him forwardly as a mere colt with their thicker leather whips and various chain whips; though his sleek black coat has continued to creep over them, you can still catch a glimpse of the long, fleshy scars lining his barrel and croup. He was soon taken into custody by the ASPCA, following with the arrest of the previous owners, and nurtured into health; as he had been neglected to be fed, watered, properly nourished, trimmed, just attended to overall. He was listed into adoption and soon taken in by his current owner (A profitable Dressage instructor) at the age of 4. Despite the fact that he’d been mentally and physically abused as he developed, he was quite the easy-natured and obedient horse. With proper nourishing and appropriate training, considering the Friesian stallion was willing and fervent to assimilate, he was introduced to riding, English as his owner prefers it, and schooled into Dressage. The stallion is currently in training for a brief period more before he starts to show novice-level Dressage, though it has been mentioned that he could excel much further into levels even though he hasn’t even been introduced to his first genuine show.

Crush:
May Develop
Mate:
None/Open
Offspring:
None
Family:
None Known

Owned by:
North VanSheeran
Other:
None[/fancypost]

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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]Hey-o here comes the danger up in this club
When we get started and we ain't gonna stop
We gonna turn it out till it gets too hot
Everybody sing, Hey-O
Tell'em turn it up till they can't no more
Lets get this thing shakin like a disco ball
This is your last warning, a courtesy call[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]
Esyae gave a slight thumbs up to JC as he approached before focusing her attention on Krutch yet again. His deep bay tobiano coat has since cooled, the fine layer of sweat once caking it now clinging dryly to his pelt. She raised herself up in her seat, her heels falling down even tighter in the stirrups to keep balance, and leaned forward with a mild strain to stroke Krutch's cheek, assuring the gelding that they would be off soon enough with a few murmurs closley placed into his twitching white ear.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]Hey-o here comes the danger up in this club
When we get started and we ain't gonna stop
We gonna turn it out till it gets too hot
Everybody sing, Hey-O
Tell'em turn it up till they can't no more
Lets get this thing shakin like a disco ball
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Esyae gave a mild chuckle beneath her breath, directed to both JC and Krutch. The paint gelding pranced beneath her, antsy and ready to move yet again, pawing at the air with a rather high-pitched whicker. It was loud and perhaps screechy, but Esyae gave him a simple stroke on the neck, enjoying the sound of the eager Krutch as he bounced around flauntily, almost the seemings of a Dressage horse. She looked over to inspect Caviar's horses almost involuntarily, her gaze slipped over the equine's brawny build with a tender smile as she waited for Rose.

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Esyae kept Krutch at bay quietly and soundly just at Memphis's heels, keeping to her seat lightened in the sleek black general-purpose saddle as she listened to Rose continue on. She took a half once-over to the tack room/emergency shelter, eyeing over the small wooden structure and letting her gaze follow the depth of the building as the basement descended.

She nodded without a word to the instructor as she waited for her to continue, kneading her fingers deeply against Krutch's withers to occupy herself as she waited.

The glistening Paint took in the scenery with yet another shrill-sounding whinny, deepening it a bit with his throaty voice that Esyae admired so much, his chocolatey optics bright with awe and joy.

OOC:
Ahhhh, that last line had so little muse but I have no time. XD

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