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The cool, crisp December morning made Cheyenne smile as she walked from her mansion, as she would call it. She was wearing this jacket She had her silky black hair in a ponytail, her eyeliner and blue eyeshadow shimered in the early morning daylight. Good morning love! She whipsered softly approaching her Dark buckskin Thoroughbred mare, Rêve which was French for 'Dream'. She was a purebred mare imported all the way from French, she was a very good racehorse until she got a bit too old. Currently 7 years old, Cheyenne rode her perfectly groomed horse every day if she could. Her horse had this bridle and this saddle. Both presents from her father. Cheyenne kicked her mare forward, a smooth trot slowly evolving into a canter. She rode past her guesthouse used to house her weekly sleepovers with her close friends, the friends she thought were worthy enough.

She slowed her horse down and walked along the road, she wanted somebody to join her on her morning ride.

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I'm done, so people, can someone post ?

[;;lust]

Darcia snorted, pawing at the ground in annoyance even as Wrath walked into the barn, carrying the stallion's saddle and bridal. Wrath chuckled as he walked to Darcia's stall, where the huge black equine waited impatiently. He was a mutt and a rescue horse, covered in silver lines that marked his scared body. He was a Friesian // Clydesdale // Perchearon // Thoroughbred mix and it showed in his towering height, standing at almost 18hh. Wrath opened the stallions stall door and clipped a lead rope to his halter then lead him out. If Wrath hadn't been so tall this wold have been hard... Wrath tied him up and then tacked him without much problem other then the occasional kick.

As soon as he was done Wrath lead the stallion out, the black horse's head high and tail lashing at his flanks. "Not in a good mood today boy?" Wrath asked as he swung up into the saddle. Darcia kicked up his heels in a small buck before taking off at a smooth canter, muscles moving perfectly under the young stallions hide. What was the point of having a pure bred, champion when you could have a horse like Darcia who could have been amazing if he had only had a better life. Plus he had been a rescue horse so he had been only a couple hundred dollars...

Darcia tossed his head back as they approached another girl riding her mare on the street. Wrath reined in the stallion and slowed to an easy walk beside her. Darcia tensed beneath him, arching his neck elegantly so his long mane drifted around him and his forelock fell over his eyes of different hues. His left eye was a dark blue but his left was gold. Wrath had liked the stallion for that reason. "Out for a ride?" Wrath asked casually, his hair covering his green eye so he looked her though his purple one.

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Rêve -- >

She looked behind her, halting her mare and turning her more so she could get a decent look at who was speaking to her. Why yes, this is Rêve my favorite horse. I ride in Dressage with her, so, what is your name? When she spoke of her horse, a proud smile found a way onto her face. Her pure, and imported horse was envied by many of her riding instructors, she had already won a decent amount of cash in her first years of riding.

Cheyenne looked at the stallion, curious about what breed it was, and what barn it came from.

Rêve let her slightly braider, almost tangle-less blond colored tail flow with the air current. Her smooth, Palomino color reflecting the sunlight. With her head held high, in a slightly alert way. She never did well with other horses, only the geldings she had known at her home stable, way back in France. She lowered her head as her rider released the pressure on her sides and legs, giving her a bit of a break from their short ride. Reaching for a small piece of grass, she pulled her head up and chewed, her reward for good behavior.

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She reined in her mare and turned her to face them, giving Wrath no option but to rein in Darcia as well who had some issues with mares. True he was good with the mares he and his sister owned but he still hated them for whatever reason. Either way Wrath kept his distance, reining Darcia in and making sure the black stallion's neck was arched. "I'm Wrath and this is my luffie Darcia!" Wrath said happily, wrapping his arms around his equine's thick neck, arms barely reaching around. The stallion snorted and shook his head but other then that he remained still and tolerated Wrath. He didn't really care what her mare was good in, Darcia was good in stepping and jumping but he didn't say anything about that. Instead he straightened and smiled brightly at the girl. "Nice to meet you..." he trailed off, playing fill in the blanks with her. Lilith was probably waiting to be ridden then he'd have to take out Zara, Bullet and Alaia... Today was going to be a long day since Lust had decided to not help today.

He snorted, shaking his head, arching his neck and prancing, obviously restless. He needed to move, that was why he was out here after all and he wanted to run, to move... to do something! The mare was annoying... Prissy purebreds. He snorted, lifting his head and letting out a heavy breath that collected as vapor in the air around his nostrils. His dual colored eyes turned to the palomino mare as he dragged a hoof roughly through the ground, ready to go.

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Rêve -- >

I'm Cheyenne, so, do you ride often? For her, she'd ride every morning when she wasn't busy or on vacation somewhere. She could not stand being confined to her house, although it was a house many would kill for. She let the reins become a bit more loose, allowing the mare to pick some good flowers for eating.

The palomino chomped at the bit, ready to move or run around for a while. Standing still was tortue, moving, racing the other horses was her idea for a good time when she wasn't being shown.