Wild Rose Ranch RP

Marceline
 Lark growled back at the dog, more so as self-defense rather than protecting Marce.
 "Hey, calm down," the girl hissed, tapping the dog's head as a way to distract her.
 "It's fine," she responded, looking up at the girl who was responsible for the other dog.
 As Storm opened the huge barn doors, Marceline pushed her way to the front to get a good look. Most of the horses looked well-fed, clean, and quite fancy if she was being honest with herself. The only stall that stood out from the rest was a seemingly empty one at the far end. A scruffy horse then ambled up and stuck his head out. The horse looked around and then disappeared from sight again, swishing its tail as it turned around.

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Landyn

Landyn rolled his eyes and mumbled a "Fine" before he followed the rest towards the stables. Sadie dashed in front of him, causing Landyn to stumble over her and ultimately land with his face hitting the hard ground. "Ouch," he said as he held a hand over his now scuffed up face that was throbbing with pain. Little specks of blood stained where his face had hit the ground just under his left eye though it quickly dried and scabbed over and Landyn gave it little thought. He did, however, know that there would be bruise in its place later. When he looked up, his gaze met that of the canine that had caused him to fall. "Bad dog," he scolded, though the canine just wagged her tail and gave him a canine like grin. He shook his head, taking the hand off of his face and standing to his feet, paying little attention to what Storm was addressing. His eyes scanned the stalls, some with equines eagerly looking at them and others hiding away in their stall. He saw one in particular looking directly at him. It looked to Landyn that the large creature was much older in age and wasn't all that friendly looking for when they made eye contact, the equine pinned its ears and gave a short snort before backing away and hiding. "Someone must be in a mood," he mumbled.

Ivy
Ivy looked into the barn.  A bright chestnut horse peeked his head out of the stall, tossing his head and whinnying. It had a big blaze all the way down the muzzle and a medium length, darker chestnut mane. His big brown eyes held a hint of mischief and attitude in them. 

Last edited on 2018-02-01 at 09:10:58 by Bandit

Laura- Laura kept questioning the 2 social workers in the car. "Where am I going? You cant take me! What about my animals?" Tears streamed down her face as she cuddled her black and brown patched cat in her arms. "What is happening? Where will I live now, where will patches (the cat) live!?" She was only 15 and was homeless for 6 months now. Running from the Social Security workers the past 6 months, she had 'adopted ' a 'few' animals. The cat snuggled up against the crying girls hold body. The 2 people din not answer the whole way. The girl shivered and looked out the window crying as the rain pounded down.

Storm
"alrighty" she said, going to the first stall on the right. she entered and slipped the halter onto the horse's head. "Katie, this is your horse. his registered name is The Black Tie Affair, but just call him Major" she swiftly tied him up and went to the next stall. "Hazel, here's yours. this Apache's Sunset, or Apache. " she entered the next stall and slipped the halter on that horse as well. "River, here's Midnight Blue. just call him Blue though. this is your's, Ivy" she said of the next horse. "meet Pheonix." she crossed over to the horse next to her mare. "Alex, this is Whipperwill, or Whip. he's your boy." she said, patting the bay roan gelding. "Landyn, here's your boy. this is Bojack, AKA Bo." she said. she moved to the next. "Marce, here's Buzzard. he's your's." she moved on to the next. "Billy, this is Rebellion, or Reb. she's your gal. and Olivia" she said. "This is Jasper." she moved to the center of the aisle. "alright, you guys all get used with your mounts, their brushes outside their stalls. We'll saddle them up after you've brushed them and just do a little ride before supper, and than you guys can go back to your bunks. also, just so ya'll know, you will be eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner up at the ranch house with me. don't go outside at night, ya'll might be tough and street wise, but you've never faced off against a bear, or cougar, and out the bohoonies they're pretty common. I lost a calf to a cougar last week, and I don't want it's next victim to be one of you guys." she warned severely, face solemn.

Billy
he waited outside the stall as Storm said about the meals, and the no going out at night rule. He shuddered as she said about the cougar killing one of her calves. yep that settled it. no going out at night! he didn't wanna become cat food! he entered into Reb's stall and slowly held out his hand to the tall blue roan, Orca sitting politely at his feet. "hey girl" he muttered as she sniffed him and than nickered. he got a brush and carefully started brushing her.

Ivy
Ivy's horse was the chestnut one that had caught her eye. She approached his stall and he cocked his head at her curiously. "Hey Pheonix," Ivy said. "I'm Ivy." The gelding seemed to nod at her, whinnying and sniffing her. Ivy entered his stall and started brushing. After a few seconds, Pheonix stepped to the side. Ivy followed him, continuing to groom him. Then Pheonix backed up a few steps. He looked at Ivy with an angelic expression as she sighed in exasperation.
This continued for a few minutes. Pheonix was a tall horse, and Ivy could just barely reach the top of his back, but with him skipping around, things were a bit difficult. "Pheonix. Stand still," she said with a small laugh. He tossed his head and snorted, pawing the ground, as if to say, What? I am standing still!

Storm
she grinned watching Pheonix. she'd chosen the big chestnut because of his attitude, she was hoping he'd help Ivy come out of her shell. she quietly went to the stall. "great job, Ivy"


(just a note, you can choose the colors of all your horses tack, but it all gotta be Western, and they're all in hackmoores, not bridles with bits :) )

Ivy
Ivy jumped a little when she heard Storm behind her. "Oh. Hi." Pheonix nudged her arm with his nose as she turned around. Ivy looked back at him, raising an eyebrow. Pheonix just looked in the other direction, trying to appear innocent. "He's a handful, that's for sure," Ivy said, patting the chestnut.

Storm
"tell me bout it. i'm the one that had train him for riding! i'm still sore" she said shooting the gelding a pretend furious glare.

Ivy
Pheonix snorted in derision. He looked at them like You know you love me. "Oh goodness. That must have been fun," Ivy said jokingly. "Since I've finally finished brushing him, what should I do next?" 
Dexter sat obediently outside the stall, trying to get Storm to pet him.

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Marceline
 Marc reached out and touched the horse's neck, pulling back when he sidestepped away from her. She caught a glimpse of the brand that rested on his neck. She didn't quite understand what the combination of symbols meant, but she knew enough about livestock to know that in many cases, a brand signified ownership. The teen was shaken out of her thoughts by Buzzard, who had stepped closer to her and was sniffing her shirt.

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Storm
she patted Dexter as she replied. "yah, that was a LOT of fun alright. You can start saddling. i'll help ya." she said with a grin. "you can take up the saddle pad there, and put it on him, the writing towards the back"

Ivy 
Ivy nodded and grabbed the before-mentioned saddle pad. It was a striped one, with different shades of blue on it. She shook her head at Dexter. "You're too cute for your own good," she told the dog, letting Pheonix sniff the saddle pad before putting in on his back.

Marceline
 Eventually, Buzzard let her brush him, but he kept an eye on her at all times. Marce didn't mind, since she didn't exactly blame him. His brand intrigued her more as the minutes ticked by, so she finally decided to call Storm over. Instead of saying anything, she just pointed at the brand.

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Storm
"alright, and then you put the saddle on. just wait one sec, i'll just see what Marce wants and than come show how the rest of the stuff goes. your doin good Ivy" she said with a smile before heading towards Buzzard's stall. "what up?" she asked Marce.