04-06-2018, 03:08 AM
[div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"]it started simple. it started with sunlit fields and warm summers. the golden light of the sun, illuminating the farm and turning the grass a dusky gold.
there was the dust of the air, the subtle buzz of bees and insects and the liveliness of the earth around them. she knew of the sweat to coat her brow, and the feeling of tossing a heavy saddle upon an equine's back, leg swung forward to mount.
there was the joy of riding. the adrenaline humming through her bones. the excitement, in her veins. it wasn't just the riding. in a way, she'd grown connected to the beast underneath her. that's what it always would be; a mindless beast. to her family, to other outsiders, maybe. but never to her. this one was special.
her name was nancy.
it was a palomino. a gentle, live thing, with hair the color of sunlight and a fine mane seemingly woven from snow's fibers.
she'd ride it every morning, slip out into the stillness of the barn. greet her old friend with snacks and gentle whispered litanies of affection. then she'd slip on the equipment, and lead her out.
she remembers the sounds, the clash of hooves against the floorboards, and a gentle whinny released from parted lips. once she rode out to the fields, her mind was gone from there.
taboa felt like she was soaring, racing the wind, black hair fanned out from behind her like a cape. there was the steady thump of palpitating hooves in the background; a tempo to their conjoined bodies. the wind rushed and whipped past her vessel, lapping at the fluttering wings of her jacket. the air was cool and crisp, and the sun rose even higher into the sky still, a volcanic ball of gas amongst darkened trees
when they slowed to a stop, she was spent and satisfied, body tingling with a pleasant energy. she loosened the reins,
reached down with nimble fingers and patted a thick tan hide. "good girl." she huffed, sliding from the saddle in an elegant, practiced motion.
all of the equine's tack was quickly discarded, slipped off of the mare's back and hefted into taboa's strong but lithe arms,
showing more than enough hints of muscle from all of her years of hard work on the farm.
"you'll be good, yes? i'll leave you to yourself." with a final pat, taboa left the mare within the pasture's field to graze.
-
the loud ring of a gunshot echoing through the air startled taboa out of her daze. she's been tending to the hens in that moment, mind wandering to other places. she'd jump, and confusion had flooded her bones. then concern. then the slightest hint of fear. that gunshot had been far too close to the farm's vicinity for her liking. in fact, it almost sounded as if it had been coming...
from the pastures.
with that sudden, frightful realization, taboa jumped to her feet in a sudden burst of speed and sprinted out of the door with an emergency that would have left even the quickest of people amazed.
she was running. running faster than she had ever been in a long, long while. her feet pounded against the grass, and her veins thrummed with something akin to fear and adrenaline.
there was the dust of the air, the subtle buzz of bees and insects and the liveliness of the earth around them. she knew of the sweat to coat her brow, and the feeling of tossing a heavy saddle upon an equine's back, leg swung forward to mount.
there was the joy of riding. the adrenaline humming through her bones. the excitement, in her veins. it wasn't just the riding. in a way, she'd grown connected to the beast underneath her. that's what it always would be; a mindless beast. to her family, to other outsiders, maybe. but never to her. this one was special.
her name was nancy.
it was a palomino. a gentle, live thing, with hair the color of sunlight and a fine mane seemingly woven from snow's fibers.
she'd ride it every morning, slip out into the stillness of the barn. greet her old friend with snacks and gentle whispered litanies of affection. then she'd slip on the equipment, and lead her out.
she remembers the sounds, the clash of hooves against the floorboards, and a gentle whinny released from parted lips. once she rode out to the fields, her mind was gone from there.
taboa felt like she was soaring, racing the wind, black hair fanned out from behind her like a cape. there was the steady thump of palpitating hooves in the background; a tempo to their conjoined bodies. the wind rushed and whipped past her vessel, lapping at the fluttering wings of her jacket. the air was cool and crisp, and the sun rose even higher into the sky still, a volcanic ball of gas amongst darkened trees
when they slowed to a stop, she was spent and satisfied, body tingling with a pleasant energy. she loosened the reins,
reached down with nimble fingers and patted a thick tan hide. "good girl." she huffed, sliding from the saddle in an elegant, practiced motion.
all of the equine's tack was quickly discarded, slipped off of the mare's back and hefted into taboa's strong but lithe arms,
showing more than enough hints of muscle from all of her years of hard work on the farm.
"you'll be good, yes? i'll leave you to yourself." with a final pat, taboa left the mare within the pasture's field to graze.
-
the loud ring of a gunshot echoing through the air startled taboa out of her daze. she's been tending to the hens in that moment, mind wandering to other places. she'd jump, and confusion had flooded her bones. then concern. then the slightest hint of fear. that gunshot had been far too close to the farm's vicinity for her liking. in fact, it almost sounded as if it had been coming...
from the pastures.
with that sudden, frightful realization, taboa jumped to her feet in a sudden burst of speed and sprinted out of the door with an emergency that would have left even the quickest of people amazed.
she was running. running faster than she had ever been in a long, long while. her feet pounded against the grass, and her veins thrummed with something akin to fear and adrenaline.
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YOU'LL GET PUT OUT IF YOU DON'T GET A LITTLE WILD
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