Post by pyrewick on Aug 9, 2011 17:18:36 GMT -8
these are all the horse basics
you should know
you should know
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adrian sato[/size][/center]
name adrian morgan sato
gender male
age nineteen
occupation stable hand
hair onyx tint; shaggy; shoulder length
eyes rich umber
height six foot two
played-by shin koyamada
likes
- the color blue,
- the smell of rain before the storm,
- the nighttime,
- violins and good music,
- oh, and his horse.
dislikes
- small, screaming children,
- people who breathe through their mouths,
- animal abuse,
- melodrama,
- and, honestly, most human beings.
interested in females, supposedly.
relationship status available to an extent.
a girl and her horse will never separate
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zerissern[/size][/center]
barn name zeris or, when he's been bad, ernie.
show name he is not, and never will be, a show horse.
gender male.
breed mutt; warmblood and saddlebred.
type
color creamy palomino.
horn color a pearlescent silver (but the tip is broken off).
size about sixteen and three.
skills he's crippled.
and away they ride
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Crass as always, the golden stallion threw his head into the reins and propelled forward. His gait was choppy – no, not even that. Choppy was beautiful in comparison. His gait was ugly and off balance. Adrian stayed calm astride the stupid, stubborn beast as he surged down the pasture. He spotted the approaching jump and gritted his teeth angrily, knowing that what was going to happen would hurt. It would hurt bad, but the unicorn needed to learn his lesson at some point. Adrian gave him his head, and Zerissern took the bit fully, stretching out his long, powerful legs to their full extent. He was almost flying.
Then there was the tiniest of sounds. A small, inaudible pop. He didn't hear it, but Adrian felt it, and he unhooked his feet from the stirrups as Zerissern whinnied in dismay. The stallion fell face-first into the earth just as his rider threw himself to the side, and rolled – rolled right into the jump, hard. They were both in the dirt gasping for air, and took their time collecting their wind. Adrian was up first, and dutifully ambled over to his friend, kneeling and placing a pacified hand on the stallion's wither. Nothing was said. Nothing needed to be said. Zerissern looked at Adrian with a sad and angry eye and, groaning, collected his feet underneath him and stood. Filth clung to his freshly washed coat. But more so, filth clung to his face in a look of grim agony. Adrian sighed bitterly, and took his stallion by the reins.
“You will never be you again, Zeris.”
They walked back to the barn, a defeated shroud hovering over their shoulders.
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