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Post by Kalliak C. Halo on Sept 30, 2012 23:16:07 GMT -5
It was begining to get dark out when a certain girl named Kalliak entered the stables. Kalliak was wearing a pair of stained jeans and a black v neck shirt. She hadnt been around long and already she was looking around campus looking for a horse or something to take care of in her free time. She has wandered around and watched the other humans walk in and out of this particular building. Most vampires can't tell but Kalliak is something other than just a normal vampire.
The lights were on and the stable seemed to be bustling with activity. Some horses put their heads over their doors and others munched on the hay that was just given to them. Some nickered and others snorted. Some young some old. But as she walked up the asiles some horses caught her eye. Palominos, Roans, blood bays, bays, chestnuts, whites, black, pintos, paints, browns, and a few purpleish. Some thoroughbreds, standeredbreds, arabians, appaloosas, shires, walkaloosas, poa's, quarter horses, hackneys, oldenburgs, morgans, paso finos, and many other breeds.
But one horse caught her eye. It was a blood bay. He was tall. About 18.7 hands. Which is tall for a horse. The horse had long legs and a very bloody color red pelt. His legs were black and his mane a matching color. But the rest of him was redish. Kalliak stood and read the stalls number; 17. She grabbed a soft brush and a lead rope. Kalliak opened the door to the stall and entered slowly shuting the door behind her. She reached out and touched the horse's pelt which rippled under her touch. She stepped closer and set her hand on his shoulder. He pulled his head up from the hay he was munching on and looked at Kalliak. He had a halter on, the golden plate on the side said; LINDEN. Kalliak said the name aloud and Linden flicked an ear. He nickered at her and Kalliak pet the horse. She wasn't a stranger to these horses. She has practically visited this stable for ages. Which told a fact why she didn't like horse blood. Kalliak clipped the leadrope onto the halter and slid the door to the stall open. She lead the horse out behind her and tied him to his stall while she brushed him. She noticed when she brushed his belly that not only was he a boy he was a stallion.
Kalliak set the brush down quickly and ran off to the tack room before momentarily coming back with a saddle and a saddle pad under the rack numbered 17. It was numbered under his stall door so she grabbed it and swung the black saddle pad onto his back. The western saddle quickly followed and was strapped on withen a few minutes. Kalliak put the horse back into the stall where she would leave him for a few moments while she ran off to grab a saddle pad with carrots and grain. Kalliak ran off and checked with the stable manager to make sure they knew she was taking this horse out. She ran back and put the brindle onto the horse. She led him out to the arena where she would practice and possibly meet somebody to talk to. She opened the gate and shut it before swiftly leaping on and letting the horse walk around the ring and letting her adjust to his movements. But one thing stayed in her mind. Would she ever meet someone here?
The lights were on and the stable seemed to be bustling with activity. Some horses put their heads over their doors and others munched on the hay that was just given to them. Some nickered and others snorted. Some young some old. But as she walked up the asiles some horses caught her eye. Palominos, Roans, blood bays, bays, chestnuts, whites, black, pintos, paints, browns, and a few purpleish. Some thoroughbreds, standeredbreds, arabians, appaloosas, shires, walkaloosas, poa's, quarter horses, hackneys, oldenburgs, morgans, paso finos, and many other breeds.
But one horse caught her eye. It was a blood bay. He was tall. About 18.7 hands. Which is tall for a horse. The horse had long legs and a very bloody color red pelt. His legs were black and his mane a matching color. But the rest of him was redish. Kalliak stood and read the stalls number; 17. She grabbed a soft brush and a lead rope. Kalliak opened the door to the stall and entered slowly shuting the door behind her. She reached out and touched the horse's pelt which rippled under her touch. She stepped closer and set her hand on his shoulder. He pulled his head up from the hay he was munching on and looked at Kalliak. He had a halter on, the golden plate on the side said; LINDEN. Kalliak said the name aloud and Linden flicked an ear. He nickered at her and Kalliak pet the horse. She wasn't a stranger to these horses. She has practically visited this stable for ages. Which told a fact why she didn't like horse blood. Kalliak clipped the leadrope onto the halter and slid the door to the stall open. She lead the horse out behind her and tied him to his stall while she brushed him. She noticed when she brushed his belly that not only was he a boy he was a stallion.
Kalliak set the brush down quickly and ran off to the tack room before momentarily coming back with a saddle and a saddle pad under the rack numbered 17. It was numbered under his stall door so she grabbed it and swung the black saddle pad onto his back. The western saddle quickly followed and was strapped on withen a few minutes. Kalliak put the horse back into the stall where she would leave him for a few moments while she ran off to grab a saddle pad with carrots and grain. Kalliak ran off and checked with the stable manager to make sure they knew she was taking this horse out. She ran back and put the brindle onto the horse. She led him out to the arena where she would practice and possibly meet somebody to talk to. She opened the gate and shut it before swiftly leaping on and letting the horse walk around the ring and letting her adjust to his movements. But one thing stayed in her mind. Would she ever meet someone here?