Racing the Sun (open)

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Cara lay awake in her bed. Her feline was contentedly curled up in the middle of the girl's pillow sound asleep. The girl had been watching the numbers in her digital clock turn over since she had retired for the night, as sleep had teased her but had never come close enough to taking over. She gave a silent sigh as she quietly pushed the covers off her and slipped out of bed. Stepping over to her draws, she soundlessly pulled the top draw open and removed her underwear. She then took her jodhpurs and shirt out of the closet and silently padded over to the bathroom.

After a quick wash, she got dressed and left the room as soundlessly as she had left her bed, scooping up her riding boots right before she pulled the door closed and held it until it made the soft metallic click of the door closing. Keeping her boots in her hand, she scurried down the stairs and slipped her socked feet into her boots as she left the Yellow Ribbon.

After making a quick stop into White Oak, she grabbed her helmet and Phoenix's bitless bridle from the tack room. She then walked out and down to the pastures. The heat in the mare's shoulder had turned out to be nothing, as it was completely gone after the golden horse had spent the night in her stall - not happily - and had be thrilled to return to the pasture the next day. At the pasture gate, Cara took some time just watching the mare as she grazed in the half light.

Dawn was still a couple of hours away, but the moon gave the area a nice warm glow, and the girl wanted to get moving before the moon set and it turned that inky black right before the sun rose. People said that it was always darkest before dawn, not a lot of them however knew how true that saying actually was.

Vaulting over the fence, she gave a soft whistle to announce her presence and smiled as the mare lifted her head and nickered a greeting toward the girl. Walking across the dew-wet grass, the girl slipped the bridle over the mare's head before she vaulted onto Phoenix's back and using no more than her legs and her seat encouraged her to walk over to the gate.

[.Rissa.]

D.avina K.eeley

If I die young bury me in satin,,
Lay me down on a bed of roses,,
Sink me in the river at dawn,,
Send me away with the words of a love song.

Brown eyes, the color of dark choclate, stay open as the girl lay in bed. She glanced at the clock. If she was at home, she would probably be awake on her laptop. Who said she couldn't do whatever she wanted here? The girl rose from bed and slung the covers off her bare feet. The bed creaked as she moved, but her room mate didn't seem bothered by it.

The seventeen year old went into the bathroom and brushed her hair, putting it up in a pony tail, and applied light make-up to her face, knowing full well no one would probably see her. She slipped on skinny jeans and a shirt and tip-toed out the door with her boots and a sugar cube in hand.

Davina entered the White Oak barn where her new horse was housed. His white face was easily seen apart from the rest of the surroundings. If the girl hadn't known it was him, she might believe in ghosts, "Well, how about our first ride?" she asked as held the cube out. His blue eyes eyed her, probably releived the harsh sun wasn't out. The girl led him out, disturbing other sleeping horses. The cremello didn't seem spooky. In minutes he was tacked up and they were ready to ride.

She led him over to the trails, adrenaline of a new situation pumping her blood through her body. She was sure she was alone, but the still darkness let her know she wasn't by the sound of clopping hooves.

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[/size][/color][/b]ark purple rimmed the sleepless oracles of the curly headed boy. A frown pulled at his chapped, sore lips which he had been chewing on for the last five or so hours. He hadn't slept in two days, he wasn't able to. His legs swung from his bed, narrowly avoiding the head of his sleeping canine. He glanced over to his new room mate, resentment in his hazel orbs. He dropped his feet to hit the floorboards softly, almost silent as he stood. He reached into his open wardrobe to pull out a long shirt to place over his white t-shirt he already had on. Jeans covered his skinny legs and he picked up his riding boots as he left his dorm room. A quick glance in Cookie's direction told him that she was still sleeping soundly. He gave a soft smile to his female border collie and shut the door quietly. Once he was far away enough from the room so that his canine would not hear him, he gave up on being quite, not caring if he awoke someone. His foul mood increased as he passed his boyfriends dorm room, still angry at him for riding when he had not long been out of hospital, and growled under his breath. He stalked out of the dormitory building and made his way to Red Willow barn.

A palomino head swung over her stall door, her audits flickering back at the sight of her owner. Jay chuckled softly, glad to see someone was treating him like they usually did. Lovely to see you too, Sandy. he said quietly, dodging the nip she threw in his direction. He kept quiet so not to wake up Question, his other equine. I'll be back in a bit sweetheart, we are going for an early morning ride. At the word ride, her audits perked a little. She enjoyed a good gallop, which she knew he would let her do. His small frame retreated to fetch her western tack, moving as quiet as possible, glad he had not disturbed any horses that were not already awake. He paused to fuss a few he recognized, smiling at their bleary eyed expressions. Making his way back to Sandy's stall, he dumped the tack and took her from the stall. She was soon tacked up and ready to go.

His small frame heaved easily up into the saddle, Sandy walking on without encouragement. He turned her out onto the trails, his features furrowing when he got a little further into the ride and saw another rider. He cursed rather loudly to himself and was tempted to turn his mare back. He had wanted to be alone, to sulk in peace. But, this rider seemed to be in no hurry, he would soon be close behind her. Jay cursed that he hadn't "gay-ed" himself up, that was usually enough to keep people away from him. The boy had toned down a lot lately, he knew it had to change. Sandy, eager to speed up, pulled on her reins and pranced a little. Jay sighed and kicked her into a trot. They were fast approaching the female rider and her ghost like equine. Excuse me. he called out in his clear, curt, Australian accent. Do you mind moving over a little to let us past? he asked, his vocals straining to be polite. It was obvious his mood wasn't the greatest, his face was like thunder. He glared at the female unintentionally, his hazel oracles hostile and unapproachable.
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LYRICS;; Highway to Hell, AC/DC[/font]
TAG;; Cara et Rissa [=[/font]
OUTFIT;; CLICK?![/font]
WORD COUNT;; five-eight-eight[/font]
MUSE;; Rather good for not role playing in seven weeks[/font]
OTHER;; can't believe it has been so long since the three of us have rp'ed together C:[/font][/ul]

TEMPLATE MADE BY La-La-Lia FROM CAUTION 2.0 !

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As they approached the closed gate, Cara played with the idea of asking the willing mare to canter and jump the gate - which the girl knew the mare would do easily, even in this light, without even thinking about it. Shaking her helmeted head, she kept the mare at a quiet walk and halted her at the gate where she leaned down and opened it before asking the mare to back up do that she could throw the gate open and they could exit the pasture. Once they were through, the girl didn't stop the mare to close the gate as the pasture was now empty and any horse that got loose was more likely to run into the lush green pasture than follow the trail that had well trodden grass.

Leaving the path that led to the pastures, the young rider turned her mare toward the trails and then onto one of the more advanced trails. Not only did this trail run higher than the novice trails, but it was also one where she was less likely to be joined by other riders - not that a lot of people would be up at this time of the morning, or so she hoped.

They silently made their way down the trail, she liked the way that the mare's unshod hooves made hardly any sound on the damp path that they were following. She kept the small horse at a gentle walk as they followed the moon dappled path, leaving the reins pretty slack so that Phoenix not only had her head, but also had the ability to pick the safest path as she could see a lot better than her rider.

Cara sat lightly on the mare's back, her booted feet hanging easily by the mare's sides. Her mind both on the trail and far away in Arizona. The rest of her psychology would have their graduation ceremony today. Why wasn't she there? Easy enough, she was fifteen and didn't want to get noticed by any hotshot journalist who would think of a young teen with a degree could make a great story. She knew that she was smart, way smarter than she allowed other students to see, but she wasn't foolish. And getting her face smeared all over newspapers and magazines would be stupid. She'd had enough of seeing and reading about herself in magazines.

She heaved a sigh and gave a musical laugh when the mare she was riding did the same. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around the mare's neck, burying her face into Phoenix's silvery mane that was free of tangles. "I'm so glad that I've got you." She whispered as she sat up again, the mare was the only one who knew the truth of her past. A laugh left her again as the mare nodded her head as well. It was like Phoenix was agreeing with her, but the girl knew that this was the golden mare's way of letting her rider know she wanted to go faster.

She sat deep as the mare's hindquarters swung out and her ears flattened. A sure sign that they were no longer alone.

[.Rissa.]

D.avina K.eeley


The sharp knife of a short life, well ,,
I’ve had just enough time.

The cremello's eyes took in more light than an average horse, so granted, he could see better in the dark. The sunny days were more likely to hurt his eyes, and spook him. It was no wonder he was a picky horse when it came to competitions. Davina's dainty hands worked on tightening the girth. The gelding shifted uneasily as a person approached, making the girl also uneasy.

She could defend herself, if it came down to that. His voice entered her ears and sent unrestfull chills down her spine. Through the shadows, she saw his silouhette, and could make out thin lines of his lips. He wasn't the character anyone wanted to meet in the dark. She quickly glanced down the path, "Go ahead," her voice was defensive. Davina used her hands and side-stepped her gelding over, wishing she was standing on the other side of him to him between her and this man. Of course, the same could be said about suspicions for herself. Why would she be out this time of night? Her brown orbs dared herself to watch him.

Once he passed, she turned back to Erling, knowing he needed a better name than that. She checked the girth has a habit, it was good. She pulled down her irons and climbed in the saddle. The gelding shifted at first, and took a few steps back, "Easy, easy," the girl cooed as she collected a tight rein. The cremello flickered his ears back on her once the bit tightened in his mouth. At the moment, she was in control, and he knew it. She squeezed her legs, a bit too hard for the animal's liking, and he immediatley went into a trot. His mouth working on the bit. Davina slowed him up, "Settle," she demanded. She wondered just how good of a dressage horse he really was.

So put on your best boys and I’ll wear my pearls,,
What I never did is done.

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Notes: I know =)