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[Onzyy]

M.ax C.arter

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Don’t give up
It’s just the weight of the world

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Max stepped into the large, airy barns leading his chestnut mare and grey gelding. They had just been shipped in from the New York stud and from what the guy had told him, Bird had been a bit of trouble, but nothing a slight sedative couldn’t fix. Being warmbloods, somehow Bird had ended up with the same sire as his uncle’s horse, Graveyard Attack, and both had inherited that spirit and tenacity , though Bird wasn’t as bad as Smacks. There now three Zenith’s in the barn at the moment, and they were all three well bred individuals. It was his two, and his uncle’s black mare.
Max settled in the two horses without a fuss. It was such a beautiful day outside, and no one was going to stop him from riding, but he would ride his mare, as she was calmer and he just wanted a relaxed training session. “Max, is that you? I know I recognised that hair from somewhere.” Max whirled around to see that it was his Uncle Chuck. “Yes, parents finally got me transferred here.” He gave his uncle a hug and turned back to the horses. His life in New York had been all but uneventful. New York was never uneventful. Well, being gay, was hard enough, but the homophobes made it even harder for Max.

He was wearing breeches, long boots and a riding shirt. Max was turned out neatly, and made a good impression on people. “Can I interest you in a ride Uncle?” he asked, knowing how Chuck hated being called that, a mischievous grin on his face. “Stop calling me that,” Chuck growled, “and no, you can’t. There is a certain farrier that I want to win over.” Chuck walked off, and left the boy in peace. He would have to tell Max that he had a cousin at the Academy as well, by the name of Melissa Whitcombe. Max just shook his head. His uncle would never change. Women were merely targets for his uncle, easily won over, and easily disposed of.

Max wondered if he would ever find a cowboy to torture, or some good looking male English rider at the Academy. He slipped into Bird’s stall and took to the grey coat with a curry comb, whistling an old lullaby. The work calmed his nerves, and made him relax. Though why he was nervous, he didn’t know, there was nothing to be nervous for, or was there?

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Don’t give up
Everybody needs to be loved

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Status: Complete
Words: 411
Tags: Anyone
Outfit: Coming
Lyrics: You are loved—Josh Groban
Notes: Will anyone join?

[lorilie]

The arabian filly was up to her usual naughty self. Being that she was nibbling at the bandages on Melissa's head that were wrapped around it still to keep her wound from getting dirty, not because she was still suffering from her concussion. Her wrist was almost healed as well, which was good. It had taken longer than she'd thought.

As of now, Melissa was brushing her filly, rubbing down the dark coat. The striped face peered at her as she finished, and a nicker was emitted from the deep barrel of a chest as she was unhooked from the crossties.
"You silly thing. We're only going to your stall." Melissa told her, not noticing Chuck pass behind her. She ruffled the filly's sliky forelock, and Sham tossed her delicate face in the air playfully.

The fourteen year old noticed Max down the aisle, and smiled at him as she passed with Sham. It was obvious he was new, so she greeted him with. "Good morning, friend! Welcome to Blue Ridge."
Sham offered her own welcome by gently nudging Max's shoulder and snorting a greeting and politely asking for snacks.
"Come on girl, he's got nothing for you!"

[Onzyy]

Max played with Bird’s forelock, straightening it, then plaiting it, moving it and doing all things weird. Yes, he was bored, and yes, he didn’t want to go back to the dorm. He hadn’t had a chance to really settle in. He didn’t have a dog or pet that could help in that process. When he heard the voice behind, he turned around and gave the girl a smile. She was only a few years younger than him by the looks of it.

He gave her a theatrical bow, as he was a natural born performer, and greeted her. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Yes, I am new here and thank you for the welcome. My name is Max Carter, newly arrived since yesterday.” Bird muzzled his way into the conversation, and demanded his fair share of attention. “This creature here is Zenith Flying Eagle and the one next to him is my mare Zenith Mayhem”

[lorilie]

"A pleasure, Sir Carter." she replied, her own dramatic flair worming into her stance, voice, and the general converstation. "I am Melissa Stormy Indigo Whitcombe. Although, my full name usually wears out the tongue pretty quickly, so, Melissa or any kind of nickname will suit just fine."

She was silent through the introduction of his horses, and smiled at their characteristic personalities and friendly nature.
"Delighted, Zenith Flying Eagle and Zenith Mayhem." She told them with sincerity in her tone, with was, as always, accented by the English lift in her voice.

"This is Shamrock." she told the trio, laying a hand on the filly's arched Arabian neck. Smooth audits came forward as though the horse was introducing herself. "Sham, I trust you heard these fine horses and their polite handler introducing themselves?" She asked. A hazel eye blinked at her, but the little chestnut offered no further answer. "Good girl. So, Max where did you move from?" She asked, her eyesresting on him as the sunlight gently lit the array of colors crowding around the pupil.

[Onzyy]

M.ax C.arter

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Don’t give up
It’s just the weight of the world

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Pleasure to meet you Lady Melissa and Miss Shamrock. Max produced a carrot out of now where and offered it to Shamrock. He wondered why his uncle looked so stressed when they spoke earlier, but put it out of his mind. This wasn't the time or place to dwell on problems not his own.

I hail from the town of Manhattan. On the upper east side to be exact. And you fair lady? Where do you hail from. Speaking about his home caused Max great sadness. It was wonderful there, well until his problems started, but he was also glad that he had met someone here. Better knowing one person, than no one at all was his theory.

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Don’t give up
Everybody needs to be loved

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Status: Complete
Tags: Anyone
Outfit: Coming
Lyrics: You are loved—Josh Groban
Notes: Max is my charrie, but I love him.