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He sighed
She muzzled him softly
"Thanks" he said
He sighed
She muzzled him softly
"Thanks" he said
~EmberHerd and Green Island Farms~ *Temporary owner*
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She muzzled him softly
"Thanks" he said
"no problem" she replied
She muzzled him softly
"Thanks" he said
"no problem" she replied
Quote:
"Thanks" he said
"no problem" she replied
He smiled
"Thanks" he said
"no problem" she replied
He smiled
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"no problem" she replied
He smiled
She smiled
"no problem" she replied
He smiled
She smiled
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Ah, sure.
Now, RP him.
Bridget turned Wind out into the pasture. She leaned against the wooden fence, brushing her hair out of her face.
Yay!!!
Suddenly, a large F-150 tore down the drive-way of Green Island Farms, kicking up dust as the tires tore into the ground. The windows were extremely tinted, so it was nearly impossible to look through them. The chassis of the truck, silver in color, shone brightly in the sunlight as it skidded to a halt. As the loud engine of the truck stopped, the driver side door popped open and the driver hopped out. A sturdy looking man, with light tan boots covered in dust, shut the door and leaned up against the car surveying the land. He stood around 6', with thick sandy blonde hair that was messily arranged on his head. His simple cotton shirt, striped with small veriticl blue lines, was crisp, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His arms were somewhat hairy, but very muscular and tan; as was the rest of his skin. He quickly pulled off his designer sun glasses, revealing two bright green eyes. He cockily smiled, like a young school boy, as he laid eyes on Bridget. He began walking towards her; he smelled of cologne and leather, like a male model. "Howdy!" He called, his voice deep and cheerful.
"Why, hello, there!" She said in her western twang, her voice flirty and feminine. She straightened the black hat that sat atop her perfect curls and smiled, revealing pearly white teeth and cherry, lipstick-free lips. She wore a button-down shirt and jean shorts. The shirt was unbuttoned, and she wore a tank-top underneath. The shorts were short, but not revoltingly so, and they were cuffed and frayed at the bottom. She wore rubber chore boots...
(I've got to go.
Shall we pick it up tomorrow?)
Ah, sure.
Now, RP him.
Bridget turned Wind out into the pasture. She leaned against the wooden fence, brushing her hair out of her face.
Yay!!!
Suddenly, a large F-150 tore down the drive-way of Green Island Farms, kicking up dust as the tires tore into the ground. The windows were extremely tinted, so it was nearly impossible to look through them. The chassis of the truck, silver in color, shone brightly in the sunlight as it skidded to a halt. As the loud engine of the truck stopped, the driver side door popped open and the driver hopped out. A sturdy looking man, with light tan boots covered in dust, shut the door and leaned up against the car surveying the land. He stood around 6', with thick sandy blonde hair that was messily arranged on his head. His simple cotton shirt, striped with small veriticl blue lines, was crisp, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His arms were somewhat hairy, but very muscular and tan; as was the rest of his skin. He quickly pulled off his designer sun glasses, revealing two bright green eyes. He cockily smiled, like a young school boy, as he laid eyes on Bridget. He began walking towards her; he smelled of cologne and leather, like a male model. "Howdy!" He called, his voice deep and cheerful.
"Why, hello, there!" She said in her western twang, her voice flirty and feminine. She straightened the black hat that sat atop her perfect curls and smiled, revealing pearly white teeth and cherry, lipstick-free lips. She wore a button-down shirt and jean shorts. The shirt was unbuttoned, and she wore a tank-top underneath. The shorts were short, but not revoltingly so, and they were cuffed and frayed at the bottom. She wore rubber chore boots...
(I've got to go.
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Frazier walked over to him/her(?). "Hello" she said, shaking her creamy red mane.
(her
)
"H-hi" she said
(were is Jaimz BTW?
)
at GIF
Vir munches on a carrot and waits for some hot mare to come by
horsie?
Frazier walked over to him/her(?). "Hello" she said, shaking her creamy red mane.
(her
"H-hi" she said
(were is Jaimz BTW?
at GIF
Vir munches on a carrot and waits for some hot mare to come by
horsie?
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His sister is in it and he said since he was coming anyways he might as well join, AND he quit his other club, his mom is real mad at him now.
AND, my welded some horse shoes together for us in the shape of a clover.
You got it all, he better like wait for you or imma slap him.
His sister is in it and he said since he was coming anyways he might as well join, AND he quit his other club, his mom is real mad at him now.
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Yay!!!
Suddenly, a large F-150 tore down the drive-way of Green Island Farms, kicking up dust as the tires tore into the ground. The windows were extremely tinted, so it was nearly impossible to look through them. The chassis of the truck, silver in color, shone brightly in the sunlight as it skidded to a halt. As the loud engine of the truck stopped, the driver side door popped open and the driver hopped out. A sturdy looking man, with light tan boots covered in dust, shut the door and leaned up against the car surveying the land. He stood around 6', with thick sandy blonde hair that was messily arranged on his head. His simple cotton shirt, striped with small veriticl blue lines, was crisp, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His arms were somewhat hairy, but very muscular and tan; as was the rest of his skin. He quickly pulled off his designer sun glasses, revealing two bright green eyes. He cockily smiled, like a young school boy, as he laid eyes on Bridget. He began walking towards her; he smelled of cologne and leather, like a male model. "Howdy!" He called, his voice deep and cheerful.
"Why, hello, there!" She said in her western twang, her voice flirty and feminine. She straightened the black hat that sat atop her perfect curls and smiled, revealing pearly white teeth and cherry, lipstick-free lips. She wore a button-down shirt and jean shorts. The shirt was unbuttoned, and she wore a tank-top underneath. The shorts were short, but not revoltingly so, and they were cuffed and frayed at the bottom. She wore rubber chore boots...
(I've got to go.
Shall we pick it up tomorrow?)
((Sounds good to me!
))
"Hey there," He said charmingly, leaning up against the fence as well. "I'm looking for a Jude Degraw, have you seen her 'round here?" He asked. His light colored shirt was buttoned down as well, down at least three bottons and revealing some of his chest.
-.- I hate it when guys do that.
Yay!!!
Suddenly, a large F-150 tore down the drive-way of Green Island Farms, kicking up dust as the tires tore into the ground. The windows were extremely tinted, so it was nearly impossible to look through them. The chassis of the truck, silver in color, shone brightly in the sunlight as it skidded to a halt. As the loud engine of the truck stopped, the driver side door popped open and the driver hopped out. A sturdy looking man, with light tan boots covered in dust, shut the door and leaned up against the car surveying the land. He stood around 6', with thick sandy blonde hair that was messily arranged on his head. His simple cotton shirt, striped with small veriticl blue lines, was crisp, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His arms were somewhat hairy, but very muscular and tan; as was the rest of his skin. He quickly pulled off his designer sun glasses, revealing two bright green eyes. He cockily smiled, like a young school boy, as he laid eyes on Bridget. He began walking towards her; he smelled of cologne and leather, like a male model. "Howdy!" He called, his voice deep and cheerful.
"Why, hello, there!" She said in her western twang, her voice flirty and feminine. She straightened the black hat that sat atop her perfect curls and smiled, revealing pearly white teeth and cherry, lipstick-free lips. She wore a button-down shirt and jean shorts. The shirt was unbuttoned, and she wore a tank-top underneath. The shorts were short, but not revoltingly so, and they were cuffed and frayed at the bottom. She wore rubber chore boots...
(I've got to go.
((Sounds good to me!
"Hey there," He said charmingly, leaning up against the fence as well. "I'm looking for a Jude Degraw, have you seen her 'round here?" He asked. His light colored shirt was buttoned down as well, down at least three bottons and revealing some of his chest.
-.- I hate it when guys do that.
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(her
)
"H-hi" she said
(were is Jaimz BTW?
)
at GIF
Vir munches on a carrot and waits for some hot mare to come by
horsie?
"I don't believe I've met you before" she replied.
(her
"H-hi" she said
(were is Jaimz BTW?
at GIF
Vir munches on a carrot and waits for some hot mare to come by
horsie?
"I don't believe I've met you before" she replied.
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horsie?
"I don't believe I've met you before" she replied.
"i-i am D-denlen" she slightly stuttered
GIF
Cleo gets down with her work and plops into a chair "dumb alarm clock" she mutters
horsie?
"I don't believe I've met you before" she replied.
"i-i am D-denlen" she slightly stuttered
GIF
Cleo gets down with her work and plops into a chair "dumb alarm clock" she mutters
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