Post by ADRIAN GABRIEL FEILDS on Feb 26, 2011 12:18:23 GMT -5
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[/b][/color][/font] ADRIAN GABRIEL FEILDS*
kinda looks like: Aaron Bruckner[/font]
TONIGHT I'M FINDING A WAY[/color][/font]
to make the things that you say[/font]
+Age: 21
+Student or Riding Instructor: Student
+Riding Level: Advanced
+Gender: Male
+Sexuality: Straight
+Student or Riding Instructor: Student
+Riding Level: Advanced
+Gender: Male
+Sexuality: Straight
JUST A LITTLE LESS OBVOIUS[/color][/font]
i confess, tonight i'm dressed up in gold[/font]
Adrian was born October 1 in Germany. His family was a small name in the equestrian community, competing in smaller shows but winning a great many. When he was six he started riding for fun, just messing around with the old mare that the family owned. His mother noticed his love for riding and made up her mind. A trainer was brought in, more expensive horses were purchased a couple years later, and dreams of becoming apart of the most competitive equestrian team in the world were put into place.
At 11 he was moved to a boarding school similar to Gemara to focus on his riding completely. His parents pushed him into it though he was unsure about moving away. But he did as was told and went. People started to notice his riding ability. He focused completely on dressage. Though he never competed in anything, just practiced and trained almost constantly. The plan was that he would get to his full potential then compete, the theory was that he would always win and have a record free of losing.
At 13 his family moved to the United States. They still continued to push him to become a better rider, but this time with a new method at it, the American method. The pressure began to wear on the boy though. They expected so much and barely gave him what he wanted. When he became 18 he wanted to give up horse riding forever and even considered running away. But he knew that he couldn't let his parents down. Instead he decided to move away from them at the age of 21. He choose Gemara because it was close by and only had good things said about it. Finally he could control what he wanted to do and not have his parents breathing down his neck.
YOU'VE GOT ME MESSED UP AND SO[/color][/font]
you talk like you're famous, you're shameless[/font]
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to be female and i've blown out many candles. if you want to contact me, no
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Head pulsed and every sound seemed to be increased by ten fold. A sick feeling washed over the girl as she had finally stepped out of her bed around noon. Feelings like this weren't unusual to her anymore. She'd made a habit of her alcohol binges back in at her old boarding school. It appeared that this place would be no different. Chloe knew that it was her fault though. She had thought she could handle it and she couldn't, she should have just sat back and been a good girl for once. Now three days later, she was still locking herself up in her apartment.
Even though she felt as if she was going to vomit, she still remembered her horse, Dakota, and felt extremely guilty that she hadn't visited him in three days. She pulled the covers over her head and moaned "Shit, shit shit." Body rolled back and forth in the bed, as she tried to find the strength to pick herself up out of bed. That inspiration would finally come at 8 PM. With her hair pulled back into a loose pony tail, a black beater pulled on, and some skinny jeans tucked into black Ariat boots, she pulled her gelding from his stall. Hands rubbed her eyes and she looked at her beautiful boy. He had always given her strength, just the way he looked at her made her love him even more. He was her rock, without him, she would have no one. The big bay was inspiring and she wished he were a stallion sometimes so that she could have another one of him, but there would never be another Dakota, not ever again.
"Hey purdy boy." She cooed in his ear as she hooked him into the rope outside of his stall. Boots clunked against the ground as she strode to the tack room and grabbed his blanket and saddle. Weak arms carried the heavy Western saddle and she heaved it onto his back. She barely even cinched it, knowing he was the type to hold his breath, and if she didn't tighten it before she got on, she would find herself on the underside of a horse.
Finally she was ready to go, she tightened the cinch and swung her small body on top of the equine. It felt different being in the saddle. The eerie quiet of the night even felt, peaceful. She sighed, a deep long breath releasing, her eyes closed as she took in the feel of the gelding underneath her. Her lips smooched a short sound and off he went at a walk. A few laps around and she clicked her tongue and he picked up a fast jog. "Hey speedy." She said quietly as she lifted her hand, pulling ever so lightly on the bit to slow the working gelding. His ear twitched back at her, letting her know he was listening, but he then picked up speed after only one lap. This was Dakota's flaw. He liked to be a race horse, not a western pleasure horse.
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Even though she felt as if she was going to vomit, she still remembered her horse, Dakota, and felt extremely guilty that she hadn't visited him in three days. She pulled the covers over her head and moaned "Shit, shit shit." Body rolled back and forth in the bed, as she tried to find the strength to pick herself up out of bed. That inspiration would finally come at 8 PM. With her hair pulled back into a loose pony tail, a black beater pulled on, and some skinny jeans tucked into black Ariat boots, she pulled her gelding from his stall. Hands rubbed her eyes and she looked at her beautiful boy. He had always given her strength, just the way he looked at her made her love him even more. He was her rock, without him, she would have no one. The big bay was inspiring and she wished he were a stallion sometimes so that she could have another one of him, but there would never be another Dakota, not ever again.
"Hey purdy boy." She cooed in his ear as she hooked him into the rope outside of his stall. Boots clunked against the ground as she strode to the tack room and grabbed his blanket and saddle. Weak arms carried the heavy Western saddle and she heaved it onto his back. She barely even cinched it, knowing he was the type to hold his breath, and if she didn't tighten it before she got on, she would find herself on the underside of a horse.
Finally she was ready to go, she tightened the cinch and swung her small body on top of the equine. It felt different being in the saddle. The eerie quiet of the night even felt, peaceful. She sighed, a deep long breath releasing, her eyes closed as she took in the feel of the gelding underneath her. Her lips smooched a short sound and off he went at a walk. A few laps around and she clicked her tongue and he picked up a fast jog. "Hey speedy." She said quietly as she lifted her hand, pulling ever so lightly on the bit to slow the working gelding. His ear twitched back at her, letting her know he was listening, but he then picked up speed after only one lap. This was Dakota's flaw. He liked to be a race horse, not a western pleasure horse.
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