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Date Posted: 08:26:00 02/09/03 Sun
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Previous Post @ Legends{ Ground crumbles beneath the arabian's hooves as she charges to the gate as the sharp, clear whistle of the girl meets her ears. Tossing her fineley sculpted head she snorts and plunges her velveteen muzzle into the tender hands outstretched, containg another delectable treat. dark soft eyes gaze steaight at the human lovingly as she chews the gift eagerly.
Heather smiles, her own brown eyes matching the horses. Their precious ficker of life managing to appear for a miniscule moment, bareley long enough to cherish. It had been a while since she'd been happy, it had been a while since everything had crashed down on her too. Days had drug on as she barely managed to survive. Her heart yearned to end her own misery, yet the rich bay equine in frot of her was the sole reason she continued. Who would take care of her if she left. Besides the sweet horse, there wasn't a thing left for her in Evendale. Dom was dead, her career tarnished, her family away fighting in the seemingly endless war of the lands. Even her friends had gone. Melanie and Steven away ruling in Auba, Pam off on another circut. Nikki had her singing career. Gwen, well Gwen had everything. Her time was over here.
Her slender fingers work slowly on the girth as she reminisces with pain before swinging astride with practice, her heart pounding with fear. She didn't know where she was going or why but she was. Her heels dig into the mares tender sides launching her forward as she sits stiffly in the saddle tears streaming down her cheeks, her only console the sweet melody 'My Heart Will Go On' that rang in her ears as she was swept away from everything she knew, she loved, from all that existed to her.
Arrival{ No heavy labored breathes echo as the resiliant arabian moves along, seemingly obediant. Her only guidence her heart, for her shattered rider only sat abroad for the ride, tender hazel eyes forlorned and distant as the horse slows to a walk on her own will dipping her head to the earth as if to say they were there. she catches her breath in her throat almost choking, she wasn't sure where she was or where home was now either. Slipping from the saddle she runs up her sturrips and gazes around a shaking hand placed on Godiva's flank as if she needed help standing. Dark hair blows around her shoulders, swept up with the breeze as she stands tall, features pale from exhaustion yet still holding a beautiful hint of nobility and pride, her transulcent eyes gazing towards the horizon.
Heather Luccini
22 years
Italian
Personality to be revealed to the right person
Past: Grew up in a middle class family and made it to the ranks of nobilty because of her great talent with horses and as a preformer on the ice. Became engaged to a high social status jockey who was killed in a riding accident several months ago. Fled her home, leaving all that she had behind.
CM Godiva
Diva
Dark bay/Brown arabian mare
8 years old
Thee Romeo x Chocolat
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