YOU'VE GOT THAT ONE THING! jkjk. closed. evan.

[madison rae conrad]

find some COLOR in this BLACK and WHITE world

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madison broke into a sprint when she came near the boarder's barn. her boots clashed against the cement flooring as she peeked through the bars, waiting for moon's stall to pop up.

there. that gray, munching on his hay while he slept. madison chuckled as she went inside his stall. she scratched his forehead, causing him to jerk awake. she gave him a kiss on his broad forehead before she ran to her tack box to get her grooming kit. she pulled out the zebra bag, lugging it back with her into her horse's stall. she fumbled around in the bag for her curry comb, eventually bringing it out. she moved it in circles across the gelding's coat, dust flying everywhere. she then took the dandy brush, swiping it all over, flicking off the loose dust. the process went on. soft brush, mane and tail, then finally the hooves. she made sure to dodge the frog.

satisfied with her work, she pulled out her black close-contact saddle, then paired it with her baby blue saddle pad and polo wraps, placing it over her arm while she had her bridle over her other arm.

madison brought the saddle up to moon's back, laying it down. she secured the girth, just so it was tight enough to keep it on until she tightened it before she got on. she then proceeded with her procedure. she lifted the reins over his head, and placed them on his neck while she removed his halter and placed on his bridle. she fed him the copper-roller bit, then patted his neck.

madison led the warmblood cross out to the cross-country course with a grin plastered across her face. she and moon absolutely loved cross-country. her eyes scanned the area and then she realized there was no mounting block. then she noticed a guy getting ready to get on his horse. he was cute. but to the point.

"erm, could you give me a leg-up?" madison shouted, her face flushing bright red as she asked for help.

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HOLY CRAP 498 WORDS. but whateva whateva. wheee cute couple! at least, they would be.

TEMPLATE CREDIT TO LASKA AT ATF and CAUTION 2.0

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[evan kenan porter]

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[atrb=background,http://i.imm.io/otIM.jpeg] [style= padding-right:12px; padding-left:12px;]Evan Porter stood with a puzzled look beside his horse, staring at the massive gelding like it was some sort of alien. He blinked, trying to come up with a reason for his astonishment. Drop The Bass was the most stubborn horse he knew. If he didn't want to ride, you'd probably give up on trying to get him to ride anyway. He wouldn't move. You could put on his tack and everything, and he'd let you, but once you got to the track, Bass would not move a single muscle in any direction besides back to the barn. But that wasn't the case today. Surprisingly. The horse had been cooperative and hadn't done anything to resist being tacked up or being led out to the course. He just stood there, anxiously raking a front hoof on the ground as if to ask Ev to just get on and go. For once he actually wanted to go riding- and by that, the "he" meant both Bass and Evan. The blonde-haired boy never wanted anything to do with horses, but his little sister had dragged the whole family to this one academy as her last chance at an education. Therefore, he was going to have to deal with it. Just as he was going to mount his horse and get going, he heard a voice-- female, that was for sure-- call to him from somewhere off to the right. He glanced over, and he was right. A girl. Around his age, and what you could call "pretty." He wouldn't know. He had never had a girlfriend before so his standards were pretty much all over the place. Anyway. The girl was asking for help, and he pressed his lips into a line and gave her a little nod. He quickly tied Bass to a post and patted the gelding's neck, walking casually over to the stranger. He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked up at the girls horse. "Nice horse ya got here," He said dryly, his voice flat and rather monotone. He looked back down at her. At first he hadn't noticed it, but now, he realized how short she was. Ev was a good 8 inches taller than her, and he had to take a step back to avoid having to look down on her. And she was light, too. Well, for a guy like Evan, it was easy to say she was light. He easily lifted her off the ground by her waist to help her get on the horse, and took another step back once she was on to avoid any awkward thank-yous. Thinking he did his part, he strolled away, and mounted his own horse, glancing at her once more. Before he rode off, he narrowed his eyes and broke the silence. "I'm Evan." He said simply, then tugged the reins and started on the course.

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