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Post by lorilie on Jun 7, 2010 18:01:14 GMT -6
The Round Pen was vacant, but that was only in apperance. Upon closer look, a large, brown pelted Thoroughbred mare, seventeen point one hands, was claiming the pen as her own. But if you looked even closer, you would see the small, underweight thirteen year old in the pen with the horse, and in the pen, laying down contently, was a large dog who looked remarkably like a wolf.
The large mare snorted and trotted to the small child, blowing a hay scented breath in her face. The dark maned girl smiled and took the large muzzle in her small hands, rubbing between the horse's nostril's gently. The girl blew a breath back to the brown creature. The horse seemed to visably relax and unravel, flicking her near black banner across her haunches. The animal's dark eyes stared into the girl's own mahagony pair. The two creatures seemed one in that moment. Suddenly the girl threw her arm's around the horse's neck, and seemed to cry, from the motions of her heaving shoulders, but there was not a sound uttered.
A few moments later the dog was on his feet, snarling lowly as footsteps approached. His own dark pelt, gray bristled in anger at the prospect of the intrusion. |
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Post by Sync on Jun 7, 2010 18:43:59 GMT -6
---------------------------------------------------------- Hey Jude, Don't Make It Bad Take A Sad Song And Make It Better. ---------------------------------------------------------- His green hazel oracles had a hint of anger today. He pet his dapple Percheron Thoroughbred cross thick neck and scratched behind his ear. The gelding sighed in contentment, the human wasn't really there. He had received a strange letter from his mother this morning. He withdrew his hand from the dapple's neck and dug his hand into his pocket. Out he pulled the letter. Before he unfolded the rumpled yellow shaded paper, he opened up Bart's stall, mumbling about being back later, and then made his way down the aisle of the barn. He unfolded the ink splattered paper and began to read it all over again. He sighed when he saw the familiar scrawl of his mother.
Hullo George.
Your mother here. Things aren't so good at home-I don't know what to do- Your father and I are not speaking, but what's the difference? Benjamin is relishing in the fact that you have left, I seem to be the only one that misses you dearly. Oh, and of course Taylor. She calls me up every day from Liverpool, undoubtedly running up a huge phone bill for her poor mother. Anyway, I must come to see you soon, I need to escape for a while. I'm thinking of moving back to Liverpool..
Love, Your dear and loving mother, Rosie.
George was confused by the brief but meaningful letter. He didn't know what to think or what to do. He wanted desperately to see his mother again, but he didn't want to be burdened with his family's problems. That's why he moved. He shook his beanie topped head and sighed. He went to stuff the letter back into his pocket when he froze. A snarl reached his sensitive audits. His head turned slowly, almost in a comical way. His hands went instinctively to his face, what he always did when faced with a dog. After his mauling as a younger child, Dog's just scared the manure out of him. He had forgotten all about the letter instantly, which was now floating slowly down to the floor. His face, marred by scars caused by d**n canines began to develop a cold sweat. He parted his fingers to look for the canines owner. Uhh, Can you call hi- him bac- back please? he asked hesitantly, fear wrapped around every word. He hoped his thick Liverpoolian accent didn't cause the person to not understand him. He would walk away, but shock seemed to have glued him to the spot. His hazel oracles darted around restlessly. WORDS! 423
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Post by lorilie on Jun 7, 2010 19:27:16 GMT -6
The brown maned cranium raised from the mare's neck, her eyes almost dead. She unwrapped herself from the mare and ran to the dog, her lips still, which was unnatural. Most people would speak to a dog when calling him off, but the thirteen year old simply touched the dog's back. The wolfish creature immediatly sat relaxed, his tail wagging and his tongue lolling lazily as he watche dthe boy, now happy to see him. It was as if the dog had gone through a change, and it wasn't the same creature. Alyss Madigan now looked at George, but made no noise or acknowledgement of his presence in front of her. She simply turned and went back to the round pen, pausing briefly before she opened the gate to return inside. She patted her jeans twice, and the dog woofed to George, his banner still waving, before racing after her. Alina neighed at George as well, but she was rearing and snorting as though a wild creature. She hated all humans except for her equal in humans, Alyss. The girl ran to the horse and waved her arms to get the Thoroughbred's attention. The brown animal stopped and perked at Alyss, before trotting to her, snorting gently. The little thirteen year old ran her fingers through the slightly tangled forelock of the obviously starved creature. ~~ Outfit: www.polyvore.com/alyss_meeting/set?id=19488037 |
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Post by Sync on Jun 7, 2010 20:35:20 GMT -6
---------------------------------------------------------- Hey Jude, Don't Make It Bad Take A Sad Song And Make It Better. ---------------------------------------------------------- George gave a huff of relief as the dog subsided at the girls touch. He didn't say anything, his orbs were still slightly fearful. He noted that the dog took on a complete new personality, well it looked much more like a wolf than a dog, but he didn't trust him. He took a step back, just to be on the safe side. His gaze followed the young female who retreated back into the round pen. His eyes then went to the mare who was now rearing up at the ginger haired human. George's oracles opened in surprise. What sort of animals did this girl keep? He shook his freckled head and sighed.
His sneaker clad foot scuffed at the gripping gravel that crunched as he walked. He glanced down and noticed that he had dropped his letter. His hand went to his face, running down it slowly as the memories of the letter slammed into his mind. Bloody family. he muttered quietly, bending down to pick up the now dirt covered paper. He scrunched it into a ball and shoved it deeply into his pocket. He slowly rose to his full height again, his now settled orbs went back to the girl. He hadn't seen her around the academy before, and she seemed very young, and tiny. He felt a stab of protection for the girl, which was startling. He didn't even know her name. He coughed nervously and decided to introduce himself. His cheeks flushed a deep scarlet at the prospect and he swallowed hard. Hullo, I'm George Andrews. Your new here, right? he asked, his vocals just loud enough to reach her ears. If you, umm, need help finding somewhere, uh, I don't mind showing you. he offered, just because it was the polite thing to do. He secretly hoped she would say no. He was NOT people person. WORDS! 312
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Post by lorilie on Jun 7, 2010 20:43:24 GMT -6
Alyss blinked as the boy introduced himself, her orbs guarded with mistrust. George, eh? She liked the name George. She'd ridden a horse named George, and he'd been decent enough. So, she exited the arena and walked over to him, her light steps careful and placed as though the ground would swallow her if she stepped wrongly. Her eyes never left his, and her movements were like that of a fearful horse, every single little twitch of muscle ready to flee if need called upon the response.
Once close enough, she raised her hand gently, taking his, and unveiling her pen. She quickly scrawled onto his hand;
'I'm Alyss Madigan. Yes, I'm new, but I already know my way around, for the most part. Why are you afraid of Demetri?'
She dropped his hand and backed away quickly, out of hitting or slapping ranged. She knew he must have seen the scars on her hands and arms as she'd written on his palm, and she would explain if needed. Quickly, she glanced at Alina, to make sure the mare remained calm. The brown Thoroughbred was, for the most part, but her ears were still pinned at George. |
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Post by Sync on Jun 7, 2010 21:00:53 GMT -6
---------------------------------------------------------- Hey Jude, Don't Make It Bad Take A Sad Song And Make It Better. ---------------------------------------------------------- He flinched as the girl held eye contact. It scared him when people did that. Again, he flinched when she grabbed his hand but then relaxed when he saw she was just writing on it. He lifted his hand once she was done and read what she had put. He smiled at her way of communication. Probably the best way he had seen yet. He decided to address her with words as he had before. Nice to meet you Alyss. he nodded to her, a smile still in place on his expression. The question though, wiped it straight off his face. Long story cut short, I was attacked by a dog when I we twelve. he shuddered at the thought of his ordeal. His hand immediately went to trace the scars that littered his face. He had noted the scars upon the girl, but he wasn't one to pry.
His eyes went to the equine who was glaring daggers at him. What's her story? he asked, interest marring his lyrics. It was obvious the mare had been abused if her weight was anything to go by. And the obvious dislike for humans was another give away. He wasn't as intimidated by the mare as he had been by the dog, but it was obvious both creatures were very protective of their mistress. He glanced around, looking for the canine. He saw that he was still a ways away, this comforted George. WORDS! 241
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Post by lorilie on Jun 7, 2010 21:14:10 GMT -6
She approached again and wrote the words on his hand in a flash.
I cannot be sure of the full tale, but as far as I know, Alina was a racer, but a dud. She was sold, then abused, like me. She hates all humans, but me. I'm trying to fix that. I understand her though... After all, women terrify me. And I'm sorry about the dog attack, but Demetri is a huge softie. He couldn't hurt you, unless you hurt me.
Alyss stepped away once more, glancing behind her. She met the wolf dog's eyes and motioned for him. He came, but before he got too close, she made him sit through hand signals. The huge creature waited and was patiently following the thirteen year old's hand commands. Alyss went over, and knelt by him. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the dog's leash, and made a makeshift muzzle for him. Her eyes, which weren't quite as emotionless and guarded then met George's and she waited expectantly, watching him with a look that plainly was waiting for him to introduce himself to the dog. |
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Post by Sync on Jun 7, 2010 22:06:02 GMT -6
---------------------------------------------------------- Hey Jude, Don't Make It Bad Take A Sad Song And Make It Better. ---------------------------------------------------------- He offered his hand for her to write now. Once she was done and had stepped away, lifted his hand to read. He nodded to the words she had scrawled over his skin and looked back up to her, noticing she had approached the dog. His frame tensed as she seemed to wave him over to the canine. His face betrayed his effort to hold back his fear and he raised his hands in refusal. Oh no. No thank you. he said as politely as he could while slowly letting his fear soak into him.
Quiet George, don't let them here you. he muttered to himself. He didn't want his brother Benjamin and his brother's friend to hear him. He passed through their neighbor's back yard, which he had to as their front door was locked and their gate to the garden was broken. One of the normal two German Shepherds greeted him as he walked through. He pet the female and paused to scratch her behind the ear as usual. He looked around for the male, who was usually the more social of the pair, and saw him lurking in the far corner of the yard. The boy wondered what was going on, the canine seemed to be stalking him. He had a crazed look upon his normally kind face and kept coming a little closer toward the ginger headed twelve year old. The boy froze in fear, beginning to shake, especially when the female began to back away as if she was afraid too. The male then sprung. He moved at an almost impossible speed, attaching his strong, gripping jaws to the youngsters face. The boy hit the ground hard, no other reaction coming from him. He tried to push at the dogs chest, but it didn't move. He squirmed and kicked but didn't gain any freedom. He heard the faint laughter from two others. He immediately knew it was his brother and the friend. Anger welled up inside him, he mustered up enough strength to wrestle off the dog. He scrambled up and sprinted into his own yard. He could feel the warm, scarlet liquid seeping from the wounds upon his face. Pain throbbed endlessly from head to toe. Laughter still reached his ears until he flew in the back door. The salty tears stung the wounds as they rolled down his face. This was the day the young boy was crushed.
He threw the memory from his mind, his brow furrowing so not to let himself to cry. Again he raised his hands to the girl, taking a few more steps back. No. he said more forcefully now. He didn't direct it toward the girl, it was more to himself. He wouldn't let himself be hurt again, even if Alyss assured him that her dog was not dangerous. He couldn't trust anything now. WORDS! 477
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Post by lorilie on Jun 7, 2010 22:15:58 GMT -6
Her brow creaaed in worry and she quickly walked the wolf away. But when she returned, his hands were raised. She tensed and backed a few steps away. She was wary again, but she was willing to trust. She took a breath and came closer, her steps placed carefully once again, the wild look in her eye fading slightly. No sound issued from her, but she was clearly on the verge of running still. When she took George's hand this time to write, she was shaking.
I'm sorry.
Then she fled back, quick, afraid his flat palm would slap her, or his fist would harm her. She retreated to safety, but stayed close. Like a filly who's bonded with her trainer, enough that she can't leave him, but she doesn't want to be too close. Alyss was an odd thing, but she couldn't help what years of abuse had done to her. Now she just stared at George, as though waiting for his response, or signals that said she would be in pain soon. Her small body shook ever so slightly, like a quivering autumn leaf. She was like her mare, skin and bones, for no matter what the social workers had done, she'd never been able to eat enough to get nourishment, for if she ate too much, she'd just throw up later.
So, now as she stood watching George, her frail body was small and fragile. She had to have known the fact, but Alyss had stood like this many times before. At least she was responding when she normally wouldn't.
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Post by Sync on Jun 7, 2010 22:30:11 GMT -6
---------------------------------------------------------- Hey Jude, Don't Make It Bad Take A Sad Song And Make It Better. ---------------------------------------------------------- It's okay. No harm done. he said quietly, though he was slightly shaken up. He noticed that the girl was shaking like a leaf and was avoiding contact as much as possible with him. I know I shouldn't really say this, because I have been through things in my past that would make me not trust things, like your dog for example, but you can trust me Alyss. I wouldn't ever hurt you. For one, I couldn't if I tried. It's just not in me. he gave her a half smile, not really expecting much of a reaction off her. It was weird how much he seemed to understand her already. Well, not literally, but some things he seemed to be able to pick up on.
The ginger headed seventeen year old didn't make an attempt to take a few steps forward, he didn't want to intimidate the girl. But, his posture relaxed, his expression less tense. His eyes went to her mare, looking the bay over. You'll have to come meet my gelding one day. He's pretty much the opposite to her. Fat as anything, extremely laid back. Takes me hours to get him going. he chuckled at the fondness in his vocals as he spoke of Bart. The equine would eat ANYTHING. George wandered past with so much as a pack of chips and the gelding would insist on having some. It was amusing for a while, but it did get annoying. WORDS! 244
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Post by lorilie on Jun 7, 2010 22:54:38 GMT -6
She blinked and began to relax after he started talking of his horse. Equines were safe ground for her. The fiery eyes softened and she came closer to him, not allowing any contact but a mere brush of their clothing as she came forward to circle him, examining his figure. She memorized him like a painting, and then one hand reached up, the right, and she stood on her toes so that she could gently trace the horrid marks on his face. Then she withdrew her hand and lifted the other, running pale fingers over the marring of skin on her wrist, forearm, and finally over the parallel marks on her hand. She shivered briefly, then looked at her horse. The mare's gaze was on her mistress, ears perked, before she stamped a hoof and flicked her tail.
Alyss looked back at George and tilted her head slightly. She wasn't sure if she should embrace him, reply, or just walk away and go to her horse.
That's when the answer was decided. She heard footsteps, and immediatly lifted her head toward them, backing away from the sound while seeming to shrink into her four foot, three inch form.
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Post by Sync on Jun 8, 2010 18:51:46 GMT -6
---------------------------------------------------------- Hey Jude, Don't Make It Bad Take A Sad Song And Make It Better. ---------------------------------------------------------- He opened his mouth to begin babbling about his horse again when he saw that she had come closer. His eyes followed her as much as they could as she circled him. His face registered shock as her hand out stretched to trace his brutal scarring. His chest sucked in a deep breath, forcing himself not to flinch as she touched him. Her hand withdrew as quickly as it appeared. His still oracles lowered to watch Alyss trace her won scars. He stayed silent as she did this. He offered no comment on how she got them, some people just didn't want to share. If she wanted to tell him, she would. He could wait, he was patient. His head pulled up then when he saw her skitter back like a spooked horse. He watched as she shrunk into herself and turned when he, himself, heard the approaching foot falls.
El's light frame skipped happily across the crunching gravel around the round pen. She had just placed her new pony, Hank, back into his stall. The red headed female looked up from watching her blue converse covered feet to notice the boy she had seen around the academy a few times. She had ridden with him a few times before, and knew he had a stubborn horse. She ran through names in her head to match with the bashful expression. George! That's who it is. she plastered a brighter smile upon her face and called out to him. Hello George! How are you on this fine day? She received a flushed cheeked embarrassed expression from the boy and decided not to press. She looked past the boy to see a tiny frame and then a large bay in the round pen. The ever friendly El' called out a greeting to the girl. Hey there! Not seen you around the academy before, I'm El' She looked over to the girl, a expectant expression pulling at her features. WORDS! 326
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Post by lorilie on Jun 9, 2010 17:30:48 GMT -6
Alyss felt a shiver creep down her spine, a single vertabrae at a time. She backed away from El', eyeing the girl warily. Inside the pen, the mare sensed her mistress' fear and snorted angerily at El' as she gnashed the empty air with powerful jaws, one delicate foreleg pawing the ground in a challenge. Alyss quivered, wishing desperately that she could be as bold as the horse, but her past simply wouldn't let her. While Alina had only suffered two or three years of starvation and abuse, Alyss had suffered ten, and the time had weaked her will and meekened her greatly. Now, her honey accented orbs were widened as terror gripped her. The smile of El' was friendly, but Alyss was in a horrid memory at the moment...
"Come here, Alyss." The women said, opening her arms in what would have been an embrace, if in one hand she didn't hold a coat hanger. The girl in the corner, who looked to be about three, looked at the older female curiously, but her eyes held pain, misting the orbs. She shuffled toward the open-armed female slowly.
"Good girl." her mother whispered, her ugly lips twisted into a sadistic grin as her teeth bared. The child was now at her feet.
The coat hanger came flashing down...
Alyss fell back, and then ran to the round pen, scrambling up the side and landing safely withen the circle, then dropping to the ground and bringing her knees to her chest as she shook. Demetri padded over and licked her soft cheeks, sitting by her, and the dark brownish bay mare screamed her fury at El', though her when her fiery gaze found George, it softened slightly. |
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Post by Sync on Jun 9, 2010 18:14:14 GMT -6
---------------------------------------------------------- Hey Jude, Don't Make It Bad Take A Sad Song And Make It Better. ---------------------------------------------------------- Again, surprise ripped though him. Alyss had now thrown herself into the far side of the round pen, her mare kicking up a fuss. It seemed to be all El's fault. He looked to the redhead and walked up to her. I think you should leave. he forced himself to say. His face was flushed a deeper scarlet than before. His hand went out to push the girl but let it fall lamely to his side. He looked of his shoulder to catch Alina's furious gaze. George puffed out his chest and turned to El' again. Please El' Something about seems to have freaked them out. he said quietly before turning toward the round pen and approaching it. He came face to face with the bay and hesitated. He wasn't sure whether to enter or what. The mare seemed as if she would not let him thorough. He looked around and decided to take his chances. It's okay Alina. I won't hurt you, Or Alyss. he murmured to the mare, walking past with as much confidence as he could muster. He was then faced with another obstacle. The dog. He looked at the canine, who was sat protectively at the small girls side and he sucked in a deep breath. He moved to the opposite side of the girl to the dog, avoiding looking at it. His movements were hesitant, not sure if he really wanted to do it. He dropped to his knees, eyes now on Alyss and placed a hand on her arm. He then withdrew it, knowing it may surprise her or worry her. Hey, Alyss. I won't let her hurt you, not that she would. And I certainly won't hurt you. I wouldn't know how. he said quietly, his greenish hazel orbs sincere as he looked at her. He refused to acknowledge the dog, because if he did, he would have to sprint as fast as possible from the round pen. He felt a cold shiver run down his spine, his frame shook violently.
El', again, had been rejected today. First in the cafeteria with Jay and Melissa, now George and this new girl. What was with everyones bad mood today? She was surprised by Georges words and her mouth dropped slightly. She knew George as the quiet shy type, now here he was trying to shove her away. She turned, shaking her head in disbelief. Thanks life, what's up with you today? PMSing? she asked, chuckling at her own words. She wondered what had gotten into the strange younger girl. She guessed her past, but seriously, did El' Look like she would hurt someone? She may be outgoing and a little eccentric, but she couldn't harm a fly. She rolled her eyes and carried on skipping over the crunching gravel. Her hand went up to run through her straight layered locks. Bad day. Bad, bad day. she muttered to herself. WORDS! 485
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Post by lorilie on Jun 26, 2010 14:05:16 GMT -6
Alyss looked at George, one hand rubbing Demetri's cheek. Her eyes were wide and scared. Her heart was racing so fast it hurt. She looked at the side of the arena, beyond which El' could be heard departing. She shook until the crunch of shoes faded, and then she stood slowly, her joints creaking a bit. Alina looked at her and snuffled out a snort. With a toss of her proud head, she came to the girl at a high stepping trot. Alyss held out her arms and hugged the horse's head with a soft sigh. The mare sighed in return, and then they were happy to be one.
The bay horse was huge and gaunt when seen at a closer range. Her frame was large and powerful, legs lean and trim. She was meant for speed, but she pocessed none at the moment due to her neglected state. But that didn't mean she wasn't fiery. Alina pulled her broad head from Alyss' hold, and looked at George with her strict gaze, a look that commanded - no demanded his attention. The Thoroughbred gave him a level stare, then tossed her forelock and huffed. Alyss grinned, and then turned to George. She cocked her head, then went over and pulled a halter and lead rope from the gate. A look towards Alina brought the mare over to her side, and then they were out of the gate, Demetri running off to follow them. |
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