/ / . no fakers allowed - [ chenzy ]

[♥ paige pierce ]]

michelle pierce


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Michelle Pierce slid down from her brother's jeep, waving him off. It seemed almost impossible that such a large, brawny man could be the sibling of the petite thing she was. True, they shared similar features such as their dark hair and similar skin tone; their facial structure is even close to similar. But whatever, it didn't matter. Michelle glanced back at her brother, her brown eyes almost beseeching. Kyle was dropping her off at Autumn Hills, her first real day at the stable, and she would be spending it alone. She was so used to being with her brother and sister, especially at the stables, she felt almost... naked without them there. Not surprisingly, the youngest of the three siblings had begged them to come along, but their plans simply couldn't be budged - so they claimed. It made it a bit better that she would soon be in the company of her darling geldings. The thought was the the source of the force with which she slammed the car door and quickened her pace in a bee line to the barn. But Mitchie had to pause as she made her way across the grounds - Paige and Jane had done the stable searching, so she really hadn't had a good look at the place before. Right away she noticed its beauty; it was very open, something she liked.

The stable was large, the interior open, with many gorgeous heads looking at her over the stall doors. But like any loyal horse lover, Michelle sought out the familar faces of her two mounts. Soon she found her two geldings, a blue roan mustang cross and a paint/quarter horse cross. She rushed forward to hug the one closest - which would be the one with mustang lineage, Berrie. He snorted in surprise, but it wasn't long before Blackberry Cloud's dark ears cupped forward and his nostrils quivered, a soft muttering noise displaying his recongization of the girl wrapped around his sleek neck. He tucked his chin the best he could, his soft velvet muzzle trying to look for treats. All right boy, I get it. Michelle uncoiled her arms and plunged a hand into her pocket where she had a few apples and carrots. Berrie's mouth snatched the treat she offered and his head bobbed in what Michelle took as thanks. As for Jazzman, poor Jazzy, who had flung his head in suprise and his legs shifted as he spooked. His almost fully white face titled up, his ears flicked and his brown eyes rolled. It was plain he was on guard, watching her for any more motions of insanity. Sorry Jazzy boy, did I scare you? Michelle offered the dark dun gelding an apple slice and he seemed to accept her forgiveness as he chewed the treat loudly.

Michelle fed the two geldings a few more treats, not minding that she was probably spoiling them. They deserved something after she practically abandoned them for a few days. As they chewed happily, Michelle pushed her hair up on the top of her head, holding it as if she was about to pull it up into a pony tail, but instead she let the dark, dark brown locks, straighted today, fall back to her shoulders. Turning, Michelle started toward the tack room, but got side-tracked when she noticed a few more familar faces. Though all three of the Pierce children loved riding, their taste in horses varied (of course, they loved any horse). Paige's horses were tall and lean, sleek Thoroughbreds. Kyle's two mounts were both of draft lineage, one red roan who was half mustang and a massive Belgian draft horse. Michelle couldn't help petting the large face of the Belgian, a gelding named Wizard of Oz. The petite girl continued on to the tack room, where she grabbed her grooming box and a lead rope. Back at the stalls she slipped the halters onto both of her geldings and then stepped back to look at the two horses. Ok, boys, who's first? Her brown eyes slid back and forth between the two as she debated. She really should work with Jazz, but it might be smarter to ride the green horse when someone else was here. I guess it's you Berrie, sorry Jazzy. Michelle snapped the lead rope onto Berrie's halter and led him out; not bothering with the cross ties she just dropped the lead and the roan horse stood ground-tied. Berrie stood still obediently as Michelle started to work on his coat with a curry comb, his ears cupped backwards to listen to his owner.

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word count: 766
notes: it's okay, but not very good
status: complete
tag: Chenzy - Edward

[♪ ♫ ty KENNEDY]

E D W A R D ^and G H O S T

Edward Stark arrived at Autumn Hills in a rented truck pulling a tailer, a balding man the driver. The driver was in uniform, displaying that he worked with a transportation company. Naturally, Edward was dressed more casually. He had a green pull-over sweatshirt on and blue jeans. His shaggy black hair had the slight appearance of bed-head, but the fair skined boy showed no hint that he cared. His azure blue eyes hardened with something like impaitence as a loud neigh sounded from the trailer behind them. He and his poor horses had had a long journey and his exhaustion was wearing his tolerance thin, mostly with sitting in a car or some other transportation machine for long periods of time. He was thankful when the balding man parked the truck and hopped out. The driver had been trying to make conversation the whole drive, something that honestly didn't come easy to Edward. But, soon he would never see the bald man again.

As Edward unloaded, slight color came to his cheeks as he wondered how odd it must look to be carrying suitcases at a stable. The black haired boy was from Germany, and he was having an extended vacation in the states by staying with his cousin. The plan was for his cousin, Ty Kennedy, to pick him up from the stables, but his cousin was nowhere in sight. Though he was annoyed that the driver had been a non-stop talker on the trip, which made the ride undesirable for a person who enjoyed silence, Edward was grateful as the man helped him move his luggage to a spot near the stabes that was out of the way. The man even offered to tack his saddle trunk to the tack room, which left Edward alone to tend to his horses. He flinched at the bang that came from the trailer and his guilt level rose. He felt so stupid. It was bad enough that both his horses were young stallions, but they were both also mustangs, who were used to open space.

Of course, Edward felt a bit better as he opened the door and led his first horse out, who was actually pretty calm. Dust Runner, his Kiger Mustang, was used to travel since his previous owners had been trainers who moved around a lot and had even moved their horses over seas when they moved to Germany. So while Dusty was obviously a bit annoyed by the long trailer ride, the beautifully colored buckskin was glazing around at his surroundings with an interested look. Edward smiled, his pale hand reaching to rub the stallion's deep butterscotch coat, his white fingers touching the freeze-brand that proved the horse had been wild as a foal. The boy clucked, leading the Kiger Mustang into the barn and into his stall. "Gut, Staubig. Sehr gut." The stallion's ears flicked to capture the soft voice of his master, relaxing at the sound of the familar tones as he investigated his stall. Edward latched the door and hurried to get his other horse.

At the trailer, Edward backed his younger stallion into the yard. This horse was also a mustang, but his coat was almost too light to see the freeze-brand. He was a beauty, the lightest possible color without being white, a cream of sorts. All four of his slender legs were white below the knees and his eyes were very odd. Instead of the traditional brown color, both orbs were pale blue. The stallion was beautiful, but it was obvious he was nervous. His ears worked over time as they rotated and his pink, soft looking nose quivered at the strange smells. The mustang, named Kasper's Ghost, tucked his head and panced, looking graceful even though his movement was caused by uncertainty and fear. Edward noticed that Ghost's coat stayed dry and took that as a good sign as they walked to the stable. He also noticed that the stallion followed willingly though the forest spotted hills were so much different then Nevada, where the stallion had been captured by the BLM and then adopted out to his first owner, a rancher in that area. Edward hoped that ment the horse was starting to trust him.

The horse raised his head as they entered the stable, and Edward lifted his hand to gentley rub the horse on his withers. Ghost gave a rare nicker as he spotted the familar form of Dusty, and Edward was almost surprised. Mustangs usually didn't make much sounds; they mostly communicated with visual signals. They were generally quiet creatures by nature, just like Edward. But the noise made the seventeen-year-old smile as he came to a realization. Though Ghost hadn't run with a herd for almost two and a half years, and he had just been bought by Edward, the cream colored mustang recongized Dusty as his new herd. Now he just had to get the horse to make the same connection with himself. "Gut Pferd, Geist. Stille. Ja, Staubig ist hier auch." Edward muttered in German, his voice very soft, as he tried to calm a horse that shouldn't be settled by a human voice but was. He was so busy watching the stallion standing in the aisle way, wondering if he should take the horse for a short ride or not, that Edward barely noticed the girl and her blue roan horse.

W O R D S// 895
O O C// done, but horrible.

[♥ paige pierce ]]

michelle pierce


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After coming back from the tack room and starting on Berrie's coat, ruffled after laying in his stall, Michelle noticed a handsome dun / buckskin horse sticking his head over his stall door. Tilting her head, the girl inspected the horse as much as she could from a distance. She was sure that stall had been empty when she arrived, and now that she thought about it she thought she heard the rumble of a car's engine. Maybe he had just arrived, but where was the owner? Not being able to help herself, she walked the short distance to the dun, trusting Berrie to stay ground-tied. Once she reached the stall, Michelle glanced back and smiled. Her pretty roan had lifted his head and was looking curious, almost questioning, as he saw her approuch another horse but his obdience and training was unwavering. It saddened Mitchie a bit as she realized she wouldn't trust Jazzman with the same task, but reminded herself that the younger gelding was learning very well. Though the lean and leggy dun didn't have the paitence to stand still like that for a long period of time, he was steadily improving. It was, after all, a lot to ask of a horse to stand still like that when it was their nature to wander and graze. Now, to get a good look at the new horse.

The horse was beautiful; though he might not be a sleek and elegant looking Thoroughbred, he was still very good looking. Michelle loved the butterscotch, carmel coloring of his coat and the contrast of his darker mane against his neck. With a quick look, Michelle determined the horse was a stallion and she was surprised by un-stressed he seemed. She was also surprised as she remembered that there were more stallions at Autumn Hills than she had expected, most of their stallions marked with a sign that told others not to turn this horse out with other horses. She had even noticed that one of the lesson horses was a stallion, a gentle looking Andulusian. Michelle inwardly shrugged and procceded to scold herself. It was a stereotype that stallions were hard to handle. Just as she was about to head back to her own waiting sted, Michelle noticed a white marking on the buckskin's neck. Peering closer she saw that it was a brand marking, and though she couldn't read it, she knew it was marking that this horse was a mustang. Michelle smiled to herself as she walked back to Berrie, who may or may not be looking at her with a jeleous gleam in his brown eyes. Another mustang! How cool was that.

Michelle had picked up a body brush and was starting to work on Berrie's neck, flicking loose hair and dirt into the air, tickling her nose a bit, when she heard footsteps. And hoof steps. She turned her head slightly and saw a boy with black hair and pale skin leading an equally pale horse. At first glance the horse appeared to be white, but as Michelle's brown eyes took another look she realized it was a creamy color, like cremello or champange maybe. She could just barely see the white socks on his legs and the light blue color of his eyes. He was a stunning horse, though he looked young and unsure. When the cream colored horse called out softly to the dun mustang, Michelle guessed that the boy was the owner of both. Berrie was obviously curious of the new arrival, but he stayed put, reminding Mitchie of an obident "cow-pony". With a glance at her other horse, Michelle could see that Jazzy had retreaded to the back of his stall and clearly didn't care about the horses which grabbed his stablemate's attention. Michelle continued brushing and she noticed a soft sound, words coming from the black haired boy, that were so low and mumble-like that it took her a moment to realize it was another languge. They had a foreign person here and Michelle was instantly compelled about introducing herself to the boy.

After running the brush over Berrie's now clean, but slightly thick, blue roan coat a few more times, Mitchie set the brush down and gave her half mustang a small pat. Once again she started in the direction of the dun horse, where his owner and the cream horse were still standing, and her poor Berrie gave a soft sigh. Michelle felt slightly guilty - first she had practically abandoned her lovely horses and now she was trying the pacience of her Berrie, who obviously anxious to go for a ride. Michelle approuched slowly, noticing that the cream colored horse, whom she noticed was also a stallion, was unsettled by his new surroundings. She tried to walk so that both the boy and the horse could see her and she wouldn't startle either one. Michelle stopped a short distance away, giving the two their space, and kept her voice low as she spoke. You're horses are beautiful - they're mustangs, right? What languge was that you were speaking, if you don't mind me asking? Michelle offered a friendly smile, wondering if the boy would be annoyed by her questions or if he was as outgoing as her. Oh, and I'm Michelle by the way. Or Mitchie I guess. Her brown eyes were warm enough as she watched for some sort of response, even if wasn't one she had been hoping for.

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word count: 911
notes: ha -glances at word count- that was weird
status: complete
tag: Chenzy

[♪ ♫ ty KENNEDY]

E D W A R D ^and G H O S T

Edward was still rubbing his hand over Ghost's creamy neck, happy that his fingers didn't come into contact with a moist feeling. The hard muscle under the stallion's skin was tight, tense, but he wasn't nervous enough to sweat. When they had first tried to trailer the horse when Edward had bought him, the Mustang had been lathered. But no, here the colt was more curious then frightened, which was progress in the boy's azure eyes. He picked up a brush from the box that the trailer man had placed in front of his stalls. Any horse loved to be brushed and Ghost, even as a Mustang, was no difference. Maybe they made the connection with grooming interaction with other horses or something, but Edward's two equines loved it. Right away the effects began to show; Edward could swear he saw the stallion relaxing as the brush moved in gentle and familar strokes over his creamy coat.

Ghost lowered his head a bit and a low sigh blew from his whiskery lips. Edward smiled, pleased, and watched as Ghost reached over to touch noses with Dusty. It was odd to see two stallions get along so well and Edward's only explaination is that they thought they had formed a bachelor band, like what young stallions do in the wild. Whatever the reason, the two were blowing into each other's noses in greeting. Like an on-going pattern, the black hairs of what his Oma woud say, "too long hair" fell into his Edward's eyes, producing an uncomfortable stinging sensation. After using his cool, pale fingers to push the hairs out of his eyes, he noticed a girl walking toward them, leaving a blue roan horse standing ground-tied. That was pretty neat, he wondered how you trained a horse to do that. Ghost had also seen the girl, and he lifted his head, blue eyes trained on her, though he didn't look like he was about to shy - just curious.

Nodding a greeting, Edward noted how slowly she moved, which made him guess she was no newbie around horses - the black haired girl most likely noticed how skittish Ghost was. Then she began to speak, softly; once again, with the horses most likely in mind. He gave a half smile, impressed that she understood what the brand ment - that these two had once been feral. When Edward spoke, his voice was equally low, and his sentences were a bit cut off, like a reserved person. "Yeah, Dusty is a Kiger. Ghost is a BLM horse." His fingers reached up to gesture at the faint white brand on his creamy palomino. When the girl mentioned him speaking a different language, a slight tinge of blush appeared on his cheeks - he hadn't know she heard. But he offered a friendly, but small, smile anyway. "My name Edward Stark. And, um, I'm from Germany, so..." He let his sentence fade away, implying that since he was from Germany, he was speaking German. Not sure what she was expecting from him, since he really wasn't all that good with talking to people, he took a chance and nodded toward the blue roan. "What about him? What is he?" He wondered if he should have added the word 'breed' in so he wouldn't seem rude, but he stayed silent. Man, Edward just wasn't good with conversation.

W O R D S// 561
O O C// eck

[♥ paige pierce ]]

michelle pierce


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Well, it was easy to tell the boy wasn't as outgoing as Mitchie, but he seemed happy to answer her anyway. She had to say she was pleased with herself being able to guess the correct breed. She wasn't exactly experienced enough to tell the difference between breeds, unless of course if it is obvious - like having a BLM breeze brand or the distinctive look of, lets say, an Arab. When the hint of a blush appeared on the boy's pale cheeks, Michelle smiled meekly. She hoped she hadn't embarssed him too much, or that he thought she was making fun of him or something. Because she wasn't - she was honestly interested. Nodding as he replied, she tossed his name around in her head. Edward. It was a good name, even if it wasn't very common, but she liked the sound of it. Edward. Hadn't she just read a book with a character in it with that name? Maybe. She couldn't remember. Scolding herself, Mitchie glanced back at Edward, trying not to seem all glazed over and distracted. It wasn't hard to give the boy her attention; he was good looking, in that shy, not stand-offish way.

Mitchie smiled as Edward made a comment about her horse. Like any proud horse owner, it was easy to talk about her gelding. Berrie, at that moment, was staring at them with his silky ears cupped forward. He looked interested in the other horses, but he was a good boy and didn't move a step. Mitchie was proud of his ground-tieing skills and felt even more guilty for taunting him so. Berrie is actually part mustang too - only half though; I don't know what else he is. She laughed a bit at the irony, both of them having mustangs; or rather, two pure-blooded mustangs and one half breed. Jazzy, my other horse, is part Quarter horse. Turning, Mitchie saw a glimsp of his dun coloring and white face before he disappeared to the back of his stall again.

I was about to take Berrie out for a ride. He hasn't been out for a couple days, which is my fault. She let a bit of her guilt leak into her words, her brown eyes flickering back to Edward. She ran a hand through her head, brushing the soft dark strands out of her brown eyes. Her movements were slow enough not to spook Ghost, the handsome creamy palomino. How, how she loved his eyes. They were so light and pretty. Offering Edward another smile, an idea popped into her head. Maybe she didn't have to spend her whole day alone, as she had feared when her siblings blew her off. If you want, you could come riding with me. You don't have to of course, but it would give us a chance to explore the grounds. I'd probably get lost. Her voice was sheepish as she made the offer and she wondered if she would get blown off again. Mitchie was usually good at making friends, but she couldn't tell if Edward would agree or decline - he was so reserved and shy.

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word count: 522
notes: haha, I'm awful. we started this thread two months ago.
status: complete
tag: Chenzy