Heartland is a horse farm nestled in the hills of Virginia, but it’s much more than that. Heartland is like no other place – it’s a place where the scars of the past can be healed, a place where frightened and abused horses learn to trust again.
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Joined: Jun 2008 Gender: Female Posts: 4 Location: Canada
' ' nothing really matters , « Thread Started on Jun 20, 2008, 2:54pm »
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Adrianna's eyes wandered up to the sky, slightly fascinated by the beautiful blue sky and fluffy white clouds that floated above her. At home she would never be able to see this. There was too much traffic and too many houses. The skies there were nearly black with smoke, and the clouds were so thick and harsh that they nearly rained acid. Her brow furrowed heavily as the image flooded in her head and she looked down, her fingers buried deep into her companion's thick mane. Aftershock, also lovingly called Sunny, snorted and dropped his head slightly, pulling on the reins and chewing on the bit, a sign Adrianna recognized immediately. She smiled softly despite the disgusting memories overflowed her mind and tilted her head to see the side of his right eye. He stopped and raised his head, turning to look at her as he walked.
'Come on, we've been walking the whole time.' His dark brown, almost black eyes seemed to speak to her, and it was as if Adrianna understood him. That was what you got when you spent so much time with something. You begin to come accustom to what they're thinking, even though, well, you clearly don't know what they actually are thinking. Adrianna shifted herself upon the geldings back and looked away, pretending to contemplate. As she did, she felt Sunny sigh underneath her and she laughed inwardly, but then suddenly he became tense underneath her and she knew he was waiting for her signal as her feet dangled on each side of him. Adrianna always usually rode bareback when she was on trail rides, just because it was more... natural to the horse, she figured. Plus she had a better sense of what Sunny was feeling.
The young girl gathered up her reins and brushed her heels on Sunny's belly, then clicked her tongue. Almost instantly, his ears flicked backward and forward then he pushed himself into a canter, easily hopping over fallen trees. His long legs carried them far in a short period of time, until they eventually came to a fork in the trail. Adrianna became unsure. She was new to the trails and she figured that they only had one way that took them back to the barn. Biting down onto her lip, she began to look around. Maybe someone would randomly show up.
Re: ' ' nothing really matters , « Reply #1 on Jun 22, 2008, 12:37am »
Pippa had arrived only a few hours prior and so had his aunt Mell. So far, Mell was the only one Pippa even vaguely trusted, for he was ever so slightly easier to handle by the woman. Perhaps it was her gender...or her gift of easing equines. She could so do it easily at home, but Aron was not a horse. And why not heal them together, have them heal eachother? The bond would be unbreakable.
She placed the lead in Aron's own hand, instructing him what to do on the trail. She told him what style he rode - english - and any last information he'd be needing. Not much, but there it was. With a hug - a thing Aron was completely alien to - she sent him off and left as well, knowing when Aron returned he could situate everything else. He needed to learn to take care of himself if he wasnted to live his own life in a year.
He began to enter the trail head, holding the lead at an impossibly tight grip. Nerves were taking hold and when he realized just how tight he held the rope, he let it looser, Pippa keeping a great distance between himself and the boy. With each movement Aron made, Pippa tossed his head up and sidestepped away, tail up and nostrils snorting. His feet were light, prancing and floating along the path. Aron smiled in this privacy. In fear, this horse was gorgeous. He was only touched by jealousy he could not carry this same grace.
Shhh....it is ok, Pippa.
He spoke low and soothingly, just as Mell had told him. He wouldn't try to do anything - no petting, no approaching - Pippa was to follow and there would be no scolding for the first few walks. Pippa had plenty to serve a lifetime's worth.
Walking onward, he heard hoof steps. A rider came around the bend, a confused look on her face. The sign was down, Aron noticed as he approached. Walking over to the sign - Pippa snorting at the other horse, the body every inch an alert mess - he looked at the engraved directions.
Left is to the town. Right is to the barn, if that is what you were wondering.
He surprised himself at his calmness. Pippastood still, sweat drenching his arched neck. He looked worked and well lathered, his limbs straight and square beneath him. Anyone could tell he was prepared for flight.
But he was a well trained horse. He would never pull the lead from a person unless absolutely forced to, this occassion happening a handful of times. But so far, so good. A burst of sound came hollaring from his mouth at the horse and toward the barn, letting everyone know where he was. The whinny was pretty to listen to, not a growl like some horses, but a whimsical sound. Girlish for a stallion. Just like his name...but fitting all at once.
Aron noticed the girl sitting bareback. He was surprised and impressed. He feared he'd never muster the courage to conquer such a feat. He'd require a lot of security and he was sure that Pippa would need to learn western before Aron would be able to ride Pippa's known english.
Bareback? I would have slid off standing, I am sure.
He gave a closed mouth smile, his straight teeth not shown. It was a habit now, and perhaps no one would ever see his real smile ever again. Not since his father -
he must stop thinking about him, now. It was terribly downing to the mood and instantly the bastard was but a forgotten fragment.
Joined: Jun 2008 Gender: Female Posts: 4 Location: Canada
Re: ' ' nothing really matters , « Reply #2 on Jun 22, 2008, 1:15am »
Of course Adrianna had been stupid enough not to look for a sign. She did that usually, when she was on trail rides. Most of the time Adrianna didn't even watch where she was going, she would lay back on Sunny's hind end and just look up at the sky as he wandered off anywhere he wanted to, but that was back at home. Wrinkling her nose, she figured she'd soon have to start paying attention. One of these days she'd get lost so far into the woods that they would have to send a search party after her. She sighed softly and looked ahead again, silently contemplating which way she should go. Maybe if she let Sunny's natural horsey instincts take over, then they would find their way back to the Heartland stables, but she somehow doubted it. She was very new to the place; she'd even got lost going from one side of the barn to the other. Her eyes darted down to Sunny's head as his ears began to flick back and fourth and he turned his large head to look behind them. He snorted and stomped his foot and Adrianna felt him tense slightly underneath her, but it wasn't like when he'd been anticipating her next move.
She ran her hand up and down his neck, then looked over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of an incredibly tense horse, and a young male around her age leading him. Immediately Adrianna knew why Sunny was getting so tense. He'd never liked people, especially male. Ever since he was a little baby, he would shy away from them or, if he felt as though he was trapped, he would kick and flee, not really caring who was in his way or who could be potentially hurt. "Whoa," she mumbled as he sidestepped when the boy came closer. Her thighs squeezed his sides and she grabbed onto a handful of his mane, just in case he decides it was one of those times when he needed to run away. "Oh?" she asked, raising her eyebrows and looking down and just noticing the sign. "I.. didn't.. see that," she stuttered, slightly embarrassed that the way back home had been right in front of her all along. Her lungs heaved another deep sigh and she looked away, furrowing her brows. Way to go.
Turning back, she noticed that the horse he was with was sweating and clearly petrified. He nearly made a move as his muscles were tense and his joints locked up, watching their every move. She'd seen those kind of horses before; Sunny had been one of them, but Adrianna was the only one he seemed to trust from the very beginning. Her blue-grey eyes trailed over the stallion's body and she smiled. "He's beautiful," she said, surprised by her easy-going attitude despite just being embarrassed.
She leaned forward and slid off Sunny's back, who had calmed down only a little bit after noticing that this boy was not a big threat. "It's hard on the bum if you don't know how to ride bareback properly," she grinned and tilted her head, eyes darting from the horse to the boy and back. "I'm guessing he's not a.. people horse?" She nodded her head toward the stud and raised an eyebrow. She walked away from Sunny, trusting him not to spook and take off. He's done that before, but eventually he does come back. Walking to the front of the horse she pushed her hand into her pocket and pulled out a carrot. "Hey gorgeous," she cooed, not taking a step toward him until she saw a sign of him calming down in her presence.
Re: ' ' nothing really matters , « Reply #3 on Jun 26, 2008, 12:31pm »
He smiled at her expense and he felt awful for it. But she was...cute when she realized her mistake. He also understood this feeling all too well. It was only a few years ago he stopped being embarrassed around his folks. They were the embarassment. Not him. Not him...
That's okay - we all miss things sometimes.
However, Aron taught himself not to miss things as much anymore. It was rare when he forgot to notice something - he had to growing up, else he wouldn't have survived the hell he did. But that was in the past. Perhaps his habit could be broken.
Thanks, so is your horse.
He saw her smile and he felt that maybe he should smile, too. He did, only a small grin, though. He watched her slide off over the horse's rump and he, again, was impressed. He figured this girl spent a lot of time with this horse and the two made a bond that he hoped he could make with Pippa...or anyone. He felt the tug on the lead and saw the very frightened face that Pippa was making at this girl. Not only did she slip off the back of the horse, but she was walking toward them. Aron held on tight, trying to coax the horse toward him, lightly tugging the lead, but nothing the horse felt suffocating. Pippa made a step forward, and a rush of acomplishment went through him and he couldn't help but smile.
His last owners beat him like crazy. It was mostly the man, I think, he's more afraid of men than women, but he's afraid of women, too, so maybe the wife had a hand in it, as well.
He thought about the fear Pippa had toward his harmless aunt, the one who took them both in and showed them both love. His aunt was as kind as you could get and his heart beat faster thinking about his sudden change of luck. Who knew he had family that was nothing like his family? Weird as it sounds, it made so much sense.
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Pippa stared steadily at the horse and rider across the path and his feet were planted. Though he nickered to the horse, it was a warning nicker, as if to warn the horse that, don't look now, but, there was a human on his back. He jumped at the slight movement the girl made and when the other horse shied from Aron. Pippa, already a mess, tossed his head and hopped back a few paces, until the lead was tight on his face. The halter was pressing on his poll, and he leaned only a tad to relieve this pressure. Watching these people move made his heart race like NASCAR and it was almost possible he would keel over at that very moment.
Panting hard, his breath was short and choppy - like he had just come from a good run as he watched both the people converse. Nothing seemed suspicious, but neither did a lofty ride on the trail until he decided to smell the deep mudd and ponder whether he could get stuck or not.
The girl had a soothing voice and she approached quietly and harmlessly which made him ease up a tad. The lead pulled him in toward Aron - who at this point - was confident and kind as well. So far. People had thorns, he knew, so to be cautious was always the top of the list. He gave in, however, taking a step in, his auds flashing back and forth, not sure if he should sprint or fight when the time came.
Hey gorgeous.
she said to him, sweetly, a coat of thick sugar on her words. He forgot himself for a second, tipping his nose in toward her to greet her. She was so sweet, so kind, and her voice - it sounded like Alicia. He missed her. And as much as people think horses don't wonder, Pippa did. And the thing he wondered most: when was Alicia going to rescue him from this life? Where did she go?
Remembering the fear he had been fed, he popped his dial up and snorted at the girl, backing up again, kicking out with his front legs slightly, nothing but to make them back away - not to hurt them. He didn't want to hurt people...not unless these particular humans decided to hurt him. It was only his last owner he had to hurt to save himself...