Post by skewy on Jan 17, 2010 22:53:05 GMT -6
Hello, my name is Rachel Samantha Williams but I would rather just be known as, Rachel. I'm a 19 year old female grad student looking to go to college to become an equine vet and to find an equine vet to study under. I've came all the way from Tennessee to come to BRRA but my birth town is North Carolina. Maybe you need to know a bit more about me though.
Not an average looker alright, lots say I'm pretty d**n hot. I don't know if its the warm easy going smile or the pitite hourglass figure, all I know is something turns them on. I have beauitful Sweet strawberry blonde locks that curl and twist close to my shoulders, layered by professionals. It usually is up in a pony-tail when I'm working but out riding or in public I prefer it down and natural with the option of my cowgirl hat. I see out of beautiful blue orbs that just sparkle under the sunlight or the moonlight, when you look into them they leave you speachless. Last, I'm 5'6" and 132 pounds just a perfect weight for my height.
---My past and personality---
Such a haunting though, he's like a ghost, floating in my inner thoughts and killing my inside. I never though I would feel so destoryed inside and defeted, I had lost the only thing I loved the most, my closest friend, the thing that made my world go round. Ghost. He was my horse from my past and boy he was a good horse, I felt so carefree and wild when I rode him it was a feeling I had never felt before on any horse I rode. When he died though my sweet playful manors left and I soon became destoryed mentally and unable to put a smile on my face. I know greaving over his lost soul isn't the way to go but I can't help it, when I sleep I see him I see are many times out barrel racing and the ribbons we won, the times we ran free in the fields, and most importantly the bond we grew.
Ghost was not ordinary horse I had got him majorly abused he was just so frightened and broken but I saw something. a friend. I myself had a broken past, I had lost my mother a year before I met Ghost and I just completely isolated myself from everyone. I was to afraid to let anyone in but I knew when I saw Ghost my mother would want me to help him, because she would have done the same.
I pet a lot of work on Ghost and at first he wouldn't bond with me I couldn't get him to and I didn't know how but as days passed we grw closer slowly till one day, he stood stood at his stall head hang out waiting for me. From there on we conqured anything and everything nothing stood in are way he was the boldest horse I met. I was joyful and lively with him and the other horses I had found something to live for, horses. Before I hated horses though my mother tried hard to get me on one when I was little I just wouldn't do it and now I'm riding the crazy white stallion out in an open field bridleless and saddleless. My bond with him was just so amazing no one could believe it, not even myself.
Some issues came up when working after Ghost took a nasty spill and I wasn't sure what to do, so I went to see this local indian man, Tasunke. He was an odd man always needing to take walks and the way he worked with horses was odd I had never seen something like this but I liked his way, let the horse decide when its time to make the next step. I learned from that and now when ever I worked with a horse thats what I followed because it wasn't like we really know when the horse is ready if where not listening to what there saying.
Great thing don't last long though. I had went out to see Ghost one of those days and when I didn't see his head over his gate I knew something was wrong, I ran over but it was to late he was laying there dead. My family tried to sooth my but I didn't listen I was to damaged in my heart but I didn't give up on horses I got a new horse, a mare named Raven's Call. I was sixteen at the time, still just a baby to everyone and Raven was fourteen years old with such a broken mind, it made me almost cry. She was so afraid and even the slightly quick movement made her spook but we took babysteps to her recoverly and slowly she did, a whole year had passed and I was impressed, from a broken chicken to one of the best cow cutters I had ever seen. Her age didn't even slower her down, hell she had more go then most of the five year old on the farm.
I had shown and worked with Raven a great deal and loved it, we where a great team but I still missed Ghost, he was haunting me. I saw him when I dreamed and when I closed my eyes it was torture I was just so pissed and depressed at the same time and Raven could tell. It another day a day I knew something was coming I got the same feeling I got when I knew somethign was wrong with Ghost. I was out on a trail ride with Raven and out of know where I saw something a shadowy figure. A filly! She reared and twisted away and ran, the same look in her face when I first met Ghost and my heart skipt a beat. I caught the filly took her back and checked everywhere to see if anyone was missing a horse, no one.
I got a letter though, My acceptance into BRRA, I had forgotten about it I had applied so I could maybe work with Dr. Clarkson. I thought hard on what to do and in the end my large heart broke and I took both horses to BRRA with me. I was to sweet to leave one of them beind I couldn't do it not when both needed me.
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ooc; I'm not sure if this is any good or what you want since this is the first person I have ever done. Sorry.
Very nice app, and you can work under Dr. Clarkson =)