this nightmare i had... {{open}}

[Takuya Sakane]

i d r o w n o u t a l l m y s e n s e w i t h

THE SOUND OF ITS BEATING

Her long tresses were tangled, and she liked it that way. She was unkept, and she appreciated not having to be manicured like she usually would during the competition season. However, he hadn't jumped her in months. She recently had a foal weaned off her, and she was relaxed in the spring sunlight. He enjoyed inhaling her scent of alfalfa and flyspray, and of fresh grass which she romped in all day. She had settled for grazing with him beside her, taking special care of him and making sure he didn't stray to far from her protective eye. He laughed quietly as she moved to coax a treat out of the pocket of his jeans.
Don't be picky, he whispered to her. I have nothing for you, my dear.
She obviously disagreed, and ended up conning him out of a peppermint he intended for his newest acquisition. the only foal that his stallion had, and even then he was an accident. Nonetheless, Takuya felt a twinge of nervous excitement grab at his stomach. He missed Impressionistic more than anyone would think he did, seeing as he never talked about the deceased stallion. For the most part, he never talked about the competition world in Japan. When he was considered for the Olympics. All of that melted away.
Where in the nine hells is everyone, anyway? He thought to himself, and then glanced back at Devilette. She grazed happily, seeming to be carefree and pleasant. If anything, Takuya was more protective over his mare than over his own life. She was everything to him, and he'd die for her. Almost reading his thoughts, she moseyed over to him, having the swagger of a seasoned broodmare. Resting her head on his shoulder, she sighed deeply and chewed the grass in her mouth. She understood more than he wanted to believe that she did. Her amber eyes pierced through his soul. She knew damn well he was lonely, bitter, and ready to strike out. He glanced around, making sure that no one was around. Of course, he couldn't be breaking barn rules where anyone could see him. So he led Dev to a secluded grove of trees and mounted her easily without a saddle and bridle.
You carry more than just a rider sometimes, my little Devilette. You carry my grief, my frustration, and the lies I've been forced to unravel all this time...Most importantly, you carry my last strand of sanity I believe I have.
Realizing he was venting to his horse, he laughed again. Bitter, this world was. Perhaps he should retire in a trailer and travel the world with his wild mare at his side. She didn't seem to mind the idea of an escape, either.
Nonetheless, TK was stuck in his own nightmare once more.

THAT'S WHAT YOU GET WHEN
(CREDITS) THIS IS BY DYLAN of CAUTION 2.0! Lyrics by Paramore - That's What You Get!
y o u l e t y o u r h e a r t w i n

[Logan Jenkins]

Logan had just fetched his mares leather halter from it's place on the wooden stall door. He also picked up the lead as he walked down to catch her. He had decided to place her in the pasture over night, as he felt she needed some fresh air. The pair had been at the stables for around a week now and both had settled in well.

Rush was the mare to always greet you at the gate. She had gotten herself in trouble for that sometimes though. At his parents barn the lesson kids would go to catch their mounts and Rush wouldn't let them into the pasture, because she wanted to get the attention. She was also known to be an escaped artist, if you tried to get another horse out she would sneak out the gate when you weren't looking, but she wouldn't dare try to jump the fence.

Logan looked around. He first saw the instructor who had been the pushing force for his mother and father to send him here. He had recently tried out for lessons from Takuya, and Logan still didn't know the results, but he was a patient guys, so that didn't bother him. "Hello," Logan gave the man a warm smile as he walked up to the fence. He hoped he wasn't bothering Takuya by being there. He just needed to get Rush and then he would leave. The forecast called for rain and so Logan wanted to get his dapple Warmblood mare in. Sure she was wearing a new blanket that had beeen gifted to her by his parents, but he still didn't want her out in the cold rain.