got a secret, can you keep it? [open]

[aeryn melody fletus]

i'll live forever if i lose my life tonight

Twilight had just ended and the first of the evening stars were beginning to peek their way out from the inked abyss that was the night sky. The night was already growing cooler with the lack of Apollo's heating warmth, though Artemis had not yet risen over the horizon. There was a light breeze that trickled along, causing the leaves on the trees to move and sway with it, though the branches remained still. It was getting darker by the minute even as the stars began to pop out, spreading their soft light over the land. There were a few horses out in the arenas and the paddocks, some with one or two people with them. In the air, a few night birds swooped and swirled, snatching up insects and eating them down, freeing the horses and riders still out from the threat of being bitten. Bats crept out from their daily hiding places throughout the town, fluttering around in delicate dances through the darkening sky. The night was quiet thus far, the only true noises being those of equines, soft snorts, hooves stomping or clomping, jaws working to chew grass or grain. Now and then, the bark of a dog or the meow of a barn cat would disturb the sounds of the horses, adding to the symphony of musical sounds that played out in the stables. Riders called to one another in soft voices as they began to trickle back to their apartments or homes for the night, the day coming to a slow close.

Slender vixen moved with perfect strides matched the suit that huge hessian that moved alongside her. Covering her feet were a pair of Mark Todd riding boots, polished, black, up to her knee. Under them were a pair of tan breeches that outlined the sleek musculature of her legs, thighs, and butt. She wore a plain white, button up female Armani shirt, untucked and with a few buttons undone on the top. Slender fingers were encased in riding gloves, right hand holding onto the reins of a massive stallion. The steed was the purest of hues, utterly white with no other hue to his peltage. His bodice was shaped in the form of a Friesian, making him perhaps the rarest horse on the entrie campus. His heavy dial had a perfectly made bridle around it, reins connected to a German martingale meant to keep his skull tucked at the proper angle. His saddle was dressage-style, black and a huge contrast to his ivory pelt. Beneath pale strands of tresses lay a pair of glimmering ice blue oculi, matching those of his mistress. The pair made for a striking view, the girl, thin, petite, tall, the stallion, massive, alabaster, tall. The girl had a cool expression to her perfect countenance, one that said so very clearly, dont fuck with me.

They turned into the indoor arena, the woman pausing to open the gate and shut it behind them. The overhead lights were on, giving them enough light to see as though it was daytime. The slender fae reached up and dropped the beast's reins to the ground, effectively ground tying him. She then turned and quietly moved around the arena, moving jumps out of the way. The stallion was much too large to do any real jumping, though she'd now and then take him over little pop-overs. Once she had a wide area free of jumps, she moved back toward the stallion, steps placed perfectly. She moved with a cold grace that was meant to seduce and draw people to her, Inked strands of hair framed a visage the angels on high would kill for; glittering icy oculars flashing brilliantly, cutting through to the very soul of whoever looked at her. She was almost too beautiful, and it was a lie. Along the woman's wrists and body lay cuts and scars from the old times, from when she lived in Greece. Mostly she didnt think about the scars or where they came from; didnt allow herself to think back to what had been done to her or what she herself had done to get away. Those memories were locked tight within the deepest recesses of her mind.

Flicking the reins back over his dial with a smooth toss, the woman moved to the monster's side and silently swung herself into the saddle. Beneath her, the stallion danced, shifting his weight from hoof to hoof. A light laugh, the sound bell-like and a gentle whisper, escaped her vocal cords. Patting his neck with a gloved hand, the woman gathered the reins in her hands and nudged him forward. Into a smooth, flowing trot the ivory Friesian moved, carrying them around in a sixty meter circle. The stallion and girl moved as one, perfecty coordinated and in sync. The stallion was trained to Olympic level dressage, though the woman was still working toward it. Moving him into a smooth, collected canter, the woman circled the arena, keeping her eyes straight ahead. Her thoughts drifted as they moved; she had been here a week, hiding in her dorm rather than getting out and meeting people. She was nervous about school starting in a few days and she wasnt sure if she wanted to make friends or not. Drawing the stallion to a halt, she patted his neck. "Good boy, Ranjit. Nice and easy does it."

Word Count .:. 898
Muse .:. Pretty Little Liars<33
Tagged .:. Open
Notes .:. First post, lots of things that could be done off of it. Open to all :3

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[ashley stefan rainer]

Be my heart & my soul.

Ash had left his dorm after showering it was the end of the long school day. His homework was all done and he was missing his horse Winter a great deal lately,so he would take him a treat. Dressed in a pair of form fitting black skinny jeans, a white mesh almost hooded tank top, comfy knee high black leather riding boots on his cute fitting feet. Covered up in a short black leather jacket and black fingerless gloves on both slender hands he had no jewelry on at all. Taking his keys with him he locked the door behind him thinking about last semester and school having started again. Touching the black barbell going through his right eyebrow he looked around along the way to the stables. Gliding along on his never stopping long legs, they were 4ft long more like. Slipping inside the stable he went to Winter who was there waiting for him. Listening to the horse’s happy nickers he smiled and went to him. “Hey there buddy I’ve missed you to.” Unlatching the stall door, opening it he went inside and took out the king sized Snickers Bar for his favorite horse. Unwrapping the candy bar he smiled. “Here you go Winters I brought this for you.” Piecing it apart and fed Winter the treat bit by bit. "I know buddy I've not come here as much as I should I will more I promise." Rubbing the handsome pure white arabian stallion along the neck and his mane. "What do you say to a nice ride?" Hugging his nuzzling horse he went to the other wall and gave Winter a brush first then started to saddle him.

Putting the specially made tack on Winter piece by piece he finished soon and laughed as he was nudged on the lower back by his horse. "Okay Winter you're all ready to go." Holding the reins he walked Winter out of his stall, letting out a squeak when he was bitten on the rear by his horse. "Ack Winter, that's my bum there." Pouting at the horse he lifted himself into the saddle, urging Winter on and out to the indoor arena for a nice quiet ride. Seeing how beautiful the night was he walked Winter to the arena and inside, it was quite calm. Getting to the gate he leaned down and and opened it up, taking his white stallion through. He patted Winter on neck Ash hoped down and closed the gate, then spotted someone there to. Lifting himself back into the saddle he watched the girl riding another horse the tall teenager sat there in the English saddle watching.

[aeryn melody fletus]

i'll live forever if i lose my life tonight

Delicate fingers flexed on the reins, drawing the elegant stallion to a perfect, square halt. Neither girl nor stallion were breathing hard, for they have only been working for about twenty minutes at a slow canter. The woman dropped the reins onto the beast's nape, knowing he'd not move under her while she moved. Leaning down, she allowed her gloved hands to drop her stirrups another hole on either side, lengthening them to a more apropos length for dressage. Once that was complete, she slid her feet back into the irons and lifted the reins again. She was not truly used to dressage, having only just started it; she had more a body for stadium jumping. That was what she knew and loved; in Greece, she had been known as one of the top minor riders in her division, and had a trophy case full of ribbons to prove it. The highest she had been jumping in Greece was a meter and a half, almost four feet. She had been forced by her father to stop, however, once she had taken a small tumble. Teeth gritted against one another as the thought came to her. Gods forbid his little perfect daughter get injured and unable to perform correctly. Fighting down the wave of anger that had Ranjit dancing beneath her, the girl drew in a long breath from her nostrils, letting it travel down her nasal passages, settle for a moment in her lungs, then crawl back up and out her mouth.

Successfully calming herself, the woman drew the reins up to how she kept them for dressage and applied a bit of pressure to the sides of the steed. The beast moved into a collected walk, following the signals she was giving with her body. The anger was still in her heart as she put him through a mental course, and she was messing up. She gave the stallion the foot command to canter, but put pressure on the reins like she was asking him to trot. The end result was the stallion slamming to a halt and turning his boa to the right to give her a confused look through one icy orb. A sigh that was almost a sob left her maw as she leaned down to press her right cheek to the stud's neck. "I'm sorry, fella. I'm just distracted." The slender woman wrapped her arms around her ivory Friesian's neck, taking comfort in his quiet presence for a moment. Once she felt calmer, she lifted the reins again. Eyes fell upon gloved digits, noting the quakes that went through the slender fingers. It was not from anger or from fear; it took a lot for her to angry enough to shake. It was from mild nerve damage in her wrists and hands. Years of cutting at the flesh to soothe her other pains had left her hands with constant aches and shaking. She was by now used to it, but it still hurt to see them quaking.

The sound of movement and footsteps combined with hoofsteps drew the fae's attention; dial twisted upon its column and icy blues turned viciously cold. Once more, the protection that she had erected around her heart came back up. As a male on a striking alabaster Arabian appeared, the woman back her own beast up, knowing the approaching horse was a stallion. Although her Friesian was well behaved and good mannered, he was still a stallion and she knew he'd push a fight if he could. Tapping heels to sides, the woman pushed the stud into a circular trot while eyeing the new male. He was strikingly handsome, drawing her eyes automatically, with sharp cheekbones and smooth black hair. She might have been attracted to him, could have been interested in seeing more of him, but her fear of men was so strong it was almost instinctual. Too many years of hard abuse had pushed her to fear all men, no matter age, race, or colour. Drawing in a shaky breath, she moved Ranjit into a canter, ignoring the guy as well as she could. It was not out of rudeness or lack of manners; it was out of fear that sent her heart to stuttering and her eyes to glazing. She'd leave once she got the chance.

Word Count .:. 718
Muse .:. Pretty Little Liars<33..again xD
Tagged .:. Open
Notes .:. Ahh, Aeryn, you complicated bitch xD She's not ignoring him on purpose; bad past.

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[ashley stefan rainer]

Be my heart & my soul.

Ash had made sure his room was spotlessly cleaned and everything put away. He wasn't a messy person and wouldn't keep Winter's stall like that either, cleaning up the stall before he even did anything else. Taking Winter out he gave him a brush and took him back into his own stall. Cleaning his hooves carefully he patted his favorite horse on the back after he was all done. Not leaving the tack out Ash soon cleaned every piece until he could see his face in the silver pieces. Happy with how the saddle, bridle and everything else looked. With Winter all saddled up and out in the night air, he listened to the happy horse noises. Patting Winter again on the neck he rubbed his mane, speaking to him in German.

Inside the arena he had his iPOD earplugs in his ears listening to some music. Softly humming to himself he smiled watching his stallion's ears move hearing him. Seeing the girl watching him and backing up her horse he kept Winter where he was. Winter watched the other stallion intently and didn't make a fuss, he was a good boy. Watching her again checking him out he smiled and stopped the music. Tucking his iPOD into his pocket for safe keeping. Ash was a hottie but didn't really think much about how he looked but always kept himself well taken care of. Moving his long and slender fingers through his mass of jet black hair, it was short and to the middle of his neck. Ash looked like he was a walking and talking statue but it was something he was used to, being told he was alien like.

Chewing on his bottom lip he watched her Ash urged Winter on to walk him around. Staying way back there he slowly walked his horse. Speaking to him again in German he promised to bring him some more treats the next time. Never tugging on the reins since Winter was always well behaved and never bolted with him or from him either. Wondering who the girl and the horse both were since he had only seen them both maybe once or twice before but hadn't ever met either. His thoughts drifted to home and how his parents and his older brother Ashes were. He hoped his elder brother would come to school there with him. Watching where he was going he didn't want to run into anything, that was the last thing he needed.

[aeryn melody fletus]

can you hear me now?

For some time, she was able to lose herself in the smooth feeling of the massive beast nestled beneath her thighs. The scent of leather, warm and luchious, the warm breath of horse, and the sound of his hooves striking the earth sod, was what she allowed herself to feel and smell. The easy movement of the stallion beneath her was something she was used to; she had rode many horses in Greece, but none of them connected so perfectly to her as this one did. When she had first climbed upon the hessian's broad back in Spain, she had felt the tingling sensation that almost all riders knew: This was the one. She had felt that feeling once before, on a strong, limber Hanovarian whom had been injured while jumping a course. A shudder wracked her slender chassis as she remembered that dreadful day. The jump should have been simple; a three foot oxer with a foot and a half spread, cake walk for the girl and her stallion, who were used to doing oxers up to four feet with two foot spreads. But she had badly misjudged the amount of distance needed for them to take off correctly and the Hano's hind legs had caught in the spread. They had both gone down and snapped both their right legs. Aeryn's injury, of course, was easily fixed with surgery, but the horse's was not. Although she had begged her father to spare the animal's life and try a surgery to save him, the man had ordered the stallion put down. That all but ended the girl's riding career in her homeland.

Wrenching herself from her memories with an arrogant toss of her elegant dial, the woman pushed the horse into a canter once again, keeping the reins loose enough that he had his head, but taut enough to know that the other hessian was off limits. She doubted that her stud would try anything, but stallions as a rule were unpredictable and she would rather be safe than sorry. Her thoughts drifted to the male, wondering who he was. She'd seen him around in the couple of days she had been here, but other than that had no real idea who he was. Aeryn was too shy a person to try and approach anyone, much less a male. The terrifiying memories of her past were always on the edges of her mentality and with one so close to her, she could feel the waves attempting to wash over her pysche. Dental bars came together with a low clack, grinding into one another even though she knew better. The tenseness traveled through the muscles in her jaw, up the temporal manidbular joint and to her temple, where a throb began to build. Fighting back the urge to swear softly, she drew the beast to a walk and let him drop his huge countenance down, loosening her grip on the reins and staring out silently.

Auditorial canals caught the sound of the male's low voice, speaking in fluent German to his Arabian. Curious now that she had heard him speak, she turned to look at him, continuing to steer Ranjit beneath her using her legs. She was fluent in many languages, German being one of them and thus, she was able to understand him. Tilting her dial, she allowed her stallion to meander in their direction, plastering a fake smile upon her heavenly countenance. The smile was good enough that few would know it to be fake, but it did not reach the icy gleam that played in her ice blue oculi. Tucking a few strands of inky hair behind a peirced aud, the woman halted her stallion a few yards from them. Her heart throbbed within the semi-circle of ribs that held it in place and protected it; fear so ingrained in her mind it was almost an instinct made her want to wheel the stallion on his heels and gallop the opposite direction. Instead, the woman veiled her fear and worries and allowed articulatory cords to vibrate and produce articulations. "Hello, I'm Aeryn." Her voice was low pitched and heavy with its Greek accent, but understandable and smooth. It was a voice meant to seduce, as was everything about her.

Word Count .:. 710
Muse .:. Various musics
Tagged .:. Ash
Notes .:. Gods, I'm sorry for the wait. I dont think it will take as long to reply again next time. So sorry

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