purest forms of life {open}

[Beau]

Despite the cold chill and weather, Beau dressed in a black dress shirt and pin-striped trousers. He wasn't obviously going to stay outside for very long- the lack of knowledge for dressing better was well obvious. He'd managed to think smart, however. His bare hands held the Indian Marwari, who had been covered by a thick blanket made by fine materials to keep the thin-coated horse warm. An emblem on the side of it showed Hunting Hill's logo, one that had been temporarily designed by Beau. It was a black olde-style gryphon, wings outspread and claws extended. It looked more like a lion with wings to him.

The Marwari whuffled its distaste with Beau. It wasn't raining yet, but once it started, Beau would make sure he was outside to lead the horses to their warm stalls for the night. Clutching Aus's nylon halter tightly, he opened the paddock's gate. It was the dirt-covered paddock, its land eroded till it was tightly packed and grass-free. It would suit the native horse better than grass for now, Beau had thought. Unclipping its halter, the horse slowly walked into the paddock, head held alert and exotic ears perked. Obviously, it wasn't the turn-out Aus disliked, it was the weather.

Once the Marwari had gotten inside the gate, Beau shut it slowly, locking it tightly. He leant on the rail, his arms crossed in front of him. He watched as the horse paced the area once, before trotting to wear in the dirt and sand. Despite the bulky blanket, the horse looked quite graceful. Being a close ancestor of Arabians and Akhal-Tekes, the horse was noted for its superb athleticism and comfortmation. He watched with utmost interest as the horse paraded about, accepting the area. He soon returned to Beau, blowing his sweet-smelling and steamy breath into his face.

[♥ poppies]

Kris had received the yearling only hours ago at two in hte morning and she couldn't help but see how she moved. With the red yearling blanket held firmly over the small chestnut body Kris lead her down on the long line. She wouldn't be stupid enough to release her in a paddock by herself where she could hurt herself at such a young age and the two matched in personality. The filly was held back and had the bad behaviors some people hated in a horse, Kris was held back and had horrible behaviors that made enemies fast. But Kris knew she didn't want enemies and knew the filly didn't either. She'd keep her on the lead line so she could be let in and keep her distance the paddock was small but next to a bigger one meant for a horse. When Kris looked up from underneath her barn cap and was wrapped tightly in her olive green jacket that she had started to wear more often while there. Sighing she saw a man she had met before, Beau if she was correct. By the looks of it he had let go a black or dark bay horse that she had seen before in the mid-morning. She had slept in an empty stall ignoring the fact of going into her apartment late at night, groaning the yearling paddock was next to the horse he had let go. Watching the filly as she was at least ten feet away walking in the snow with high legs she looked gangly but like a pony yearling. It was disgusting to imagine a seventeen hand sire and a seventeen hand dam gave birth to a foal the size of a yearling, she didn't have a brother or sister that size.

Easy girlie. Easy. As she pulled the filly in she walked behind the man and then saw the filly reach for his back as she pulled her in and held the lead a bit firmer. The rope halter held delicately over her face as Kris walked her into the small paddock and closed the gates two locks. As she let go of half the training lunge line that was black and nylon the filly trotted away with her head to the ground and then just stood there and squealed as she walked up to the fence towards the other horse before Kris pulled her back a little. The little filly was so excited about it all and Kris held the longe line so carefully and then whistled as the filly pricked her ears the started to walk towards her and Kris did to. But the filly stopped and charged away and Kris smiled, her first smile and possibly her only smile in years.

[Beau]

Despite the cold, Beau hopped up on the wooden fence. He lent forwards, resting his elbows on his knees, one hand cupping his chin and the other digging through his pocket. Whipping out his mobile, he spent the next few minutes in the dreadful cold. His eyebrow rose at some of the latest gossip he'd been texted, or at those dreadful pass-it-on chain messages. Did anyone have anything better to do with their lives? He frowned, snapping the slim cellular shut and stuffing it back into his pocket with a discouraging sigh.

Tilting his head to the side as he heard the faint clopping of shoed hooves, Beau sat up a tad straighter to see his company. He recognized the woman as Kris, the woman who had yelled at him for asking a simple question earlier. He sighed, looking down to the path in front of him. Secretly, he pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned before the woman was in earshot. He didn't quite notice the Marwari toss his head and drop to his knees, rolling about in the frosty dirt. Maybe the blanket wasn't on properly, or Aus didn't need it. It didn't matter- Beau's eyes were locked dead ahead.

Watching the duo pass, Beau stayed on his perch before the two entered the next paddock over. He hopped from the fence into Aus's turnout, walking along the fenceline just as his Marwari came to investigate. "Is this the yearling?" Beau called over, crossing his arms on the fence and leaning on it after he'd given the horse a greatful pat. His horse ignored the attention, perking his ears to the filly. His eyebrows furrowed together for a moment. Did Kris not say that she was a racer? Confused, he spoke up again. "Why so short?" He asked, tilting his head as one of his hands rose to support his cheek.

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[♥ poppies]

As Kris held the short pony sized longe line a bit firmly she turned her attention to Beau as he spoke. When he stopped a second she answered, Yeah. Then she paused hearing him speak again this time why she was so short. Because she was born that way. Tilting her head down when she spoke it was a bit muffled but managable to hear, right? Then she spoke again. Seventeen hand sire and a sixteen hand dam, filly won't be taller than fifteen at the most. As the filly had taken the slack in the longe line she had walked up to the gate seperating both paddocks and stuck her ,muzzle between two of the boards. As Kris approached her collecting the lead as she went the filly didn't seem to notice. Finally, Kris was at the filly's side, who's head was now held high and her lip flipped upwards to take in new scents. As she took them in she jolted to the side as Kris held the lead firmly and she was ripped around in a circle, Kris stood still and then talked soothly as she gave a large slack in the lead as she put her hand out and approached. She has no name so she's imprintable still. Kris turned with a smile because of the filly, she had been lighter and happier, it was weird. Maybe she could call her New Orleans but did Kris really want a filly that was called from her past? Sighing she turned back as sht efilly approached her quickly and nudged her side, Kris rubbed her nose as the filly walked back to the fence and stuck her nose through it again whickering.

[Beau]

Beau's eyebrows winged skywards at her affirmitive. It was nice to see the new yearling- or what seemed to be the yearling. He couldn't quite tell, but from his distance it resembled a large dog. It circled on the lunge line, like normal yearlings did. Personally, he didn't see any gift in the horse, but that was just him. Besides, he'd stopped watching and looked to the 'co-owner' of the stable. "I would expect." He chuckled to himself at her explanation of the Thoroughbred's height. Well, he imagined it was born that way. If it weren't, he'd be worried.

Beau's Marwari stiffened as the filly came to investigate. The horse lipped at her forelock, but shied away when the Thoroughbred spooked herself, jolting to the side and then guided into a tight circle by the woman. Beau glanced backwards to see his stallion prance about, tossing his mane with pride as he trotted in a tight circle, the gaited horse's lip lifting as he whinnied. Beau cracked a smile, but soon hid it when he looked back to the duo ahead of him. The filly was still being worked, slack given and in a tight circle.

A sudden breeze produced a fresh wave of goose-bumps over Beau's arms. Wishing he had a jacket, Beau turned, resting his lower back against the fence. Within moments, Aus waltzed up towards him, looking for affection. Beau stroked his white-striped muzzle, listening intently as he heard Kris's voice. He called back, without turning. "What are you going to call her?" He waited a response, but only felt the velvety muzzle of the filly. He turned, offering a hand to be smelled, and maybe even pat her handsome face. "I mean, she has to be named." He gave a half-assed shrug.

[♥ poppies]

The filly now stood back at the gate closest to the drive with her head inbetween the two boards resting. Kris stood by her side so she wouldn't spooke, her ears pricked forward as she nickered softly. Kris put her hand softly over the arch of her neck and put her hand in there almost like it were gloves. Sighing she looked at him, the sigh because hse had no idea of which name to choose. Then she spoke and reported her answer to him, I call her Girl, that's all for now. As her hand fell down the arch of the filly's neck the filly itched her nose on the boards and then stuck her head back through the boards. I truthfully have no idea for a name. Empty minded as usual. Sighing she looked back down at the chestnut filly and then looked at Beau's horse. Speaking once more she also nodded her head in the horse's direction, He's beautiful. What discipline is he trained in? Remembering she also had to try and find a few mounts for races coming up soon and she also remembered she to was her own agent. Having to find mounts, train a yearling. take care of a mare who'd help with the filly, be part time stable owner, and also try and find people to train for. Remembering she had applied as a trainer and jockey and excercise rider she was going to put an advertisement for herself up in the tack shop and a few other places to see if she could find a job. Her apartment rent was due in a week and she had barely stayed there at all over the time, most of it was sleeping on a cot in the filly's stall. With enough money to take care of the two horses she had it was enough out of her bank account, and she had only half the amount of rent.

The filly's spiked up yearling mane was so fun for Kris's fingers to play in and she couldn't help but think she was gonna be social to many. The small amout of tail that was growing in would be filled out in the months to come and the blanket sized and equipment the filly would need would grow in size and expense. So the more the filly grew the more Kris would need to make as an income and while most jockeys made a great six digit earnings a year she hadn't made any money really for almost ever. That was when Kris decided to ask Beau if he had any horses that needed a trainer or a jockey or excercise rider. Just out of curiousity do you need a trainer, jockey, or excercise rider for any of your horses? Biting her lip she felt out of place and remembering that a lot of people didn't like unsocial riders or trainers. She spoke to those with whom she trained horses for and rode telling about problems but not about the ups. For some reason she had a feeling she'd be seeing a lot of Beau around and then looked and spoke. How did your parents meet my parents?

[Beau]

Beau watched solemnly as the girl toyed with the horse, patting it and touching it like no other. She seemed deep in thought, and Beau fought one half of his mind to snap his fingers in front of her face, or tap on her head to see if anyone was there. Growing impatient, Beau gave a huff and began tapping his foot, both unnoticably and inaudibly. He was too grateful when the woman finally decided to speak up, but he frowned when she'd come up with nothing. Girl? His lip almost raised in dusgust, but somehow he managed to conceal it.

"What about..." He began, his thick accent muffled by a hand as it rose to stroke his facial hair, deep in thought. Taking the moment to glace from the horse to ground in front of him, he straightened up and crossed his arms. "What about Femke or Kahn?" He suggested, shrugging. Femke, peaceful, almost resembled the small Thoroughbred in Beau's eyes. It was peaceful, despite the sudden jolts of surprise or other things that a yearling could eventually grow out of. Kahn was more than self-explanitory. Meaning small, it was more of a suitable name. Beau thought so, anyhow.

He perked up at the mention of his Marwari. Kris was right about one thing- he was beautiful. Beau took a small second to glance at the horse, admiring his conformation. Lyre-shaped ears perked atop his handsome face, his fluid motions resembling a flag that whipped gracefully in the wind. He was torn from his reverie at another sentance, it's source no doubt the annoying co-owner. He turned on his heel, his face masking his annoyance. "English. He formerly rode desert races. He is still trained on halter to be in parades and traditional Marwari dress." His tone held the matter-of-fact edge, as though the woman should've known.

Beau's brow rose at the woman question. What was this? A co-owner asking him, the other owner, and god, for employment? If he were more rude, (though he had to keep reminding himself that he was) Beau would've sniffed, turned on his heel and left her dumbfounded. Luckily, he stayed put. He wouldn't have half a mind to leave his prized horse in her possession, that was simply scandalous. Instead, a pure genius plan concoted in his mind. "I do have one horse in need of training." The black Thoroughbred temporarily made an image in his mind- the murderous beast would be quite suitable for the young lady. "And one in need of a 'chase jockey." He shrugged, leaning on his hip as he crossed his arms and gave the girl a cold stare. He was smirking; he couldn't wait for Helter's session with Kris.

[♥ poppies]

Kris face turned the other way she felt a cold stare embedding in her face after all his answers. Her eyes to the filly's ears almost and her breath picking in the cold breeze. A past of the dirt stinging in her back made her mind rewind to the end of juvi to a few weeks before she had arrived her. Many rides of easy horses taught her how to ride, youngster taught her failure but knowledge. The taste of dirt had been aquired in her mouth so many times it was longer than the months she had been alive possibly. Hundreds of horse's whos hooves had flown just missing a limb or a part of her body. No horse wanted to break their rider or person's bone or body unless there was a purpose and Kris knew that. Sounds like fun. It should be obvious she was referring to the horse she would soon be training, then again Beau might come to his senses. A nineteen year old partial jockey and quite trainer training one of his horses? Who knew, she didn't. Sighing her hand fell over the filly's muzzle before sneaking into her pocket. The chestnut neck stretched out and then retracted and let out a loud sent nicker and squeal following it. Who knows about a name for her. She'll show me one in the near future. A smile creased on her face as the green peppermint was dragged from her pocket and unwraveled with her fingers. Flat on her hand the soft but rough tongue of the filly dragged over it and crunched before returning to the corner of the paddock and nickering to the stallion. Her eyes still focused on the filly she looked at him before speaking once more.

When do I start? Even as a co-owner she made only ten percent of the barn's profit which would always be low in the winter. No races, shows, studdings, maybe a few yearlings or foals in the future to sell or train. That was in the future as she put more slack in the filly's lead she let her investigate teh snow packaging on the paddock floor as she tossed it with her nose quickly and released a squeal. Finally, in those moments Kris lifted her glance from the filly to Beau's face. The cold stare, it was unfitting and she knew each move and what it meant she had grown up with it all.

[Beau]

Beau's eyes didn't cease their stare. He couldn't tell whether the girl was affected by it or not, and frankly he didn't care. He was of high stature, and naturally, he enjoyed seeing the fear in people's eyes. The fear that they could be fired in an instant, or that they could be laid off due to some bullshit reason, and never be rehired. Besides, it was almost natural for Beau to stand this way: arms crossed, his eyes unyeilding and his lips in a smirk. It made him feel... badass.

Beau had to hide a chuckle of laughter. It was tough- knowing Helter, this job would be far from fun. Besides, the horse needed a trainer to calm his shit down. The horse was insane- but on the track, he was far to valuable to be put down or sold. Beau wouldn't be surprised if the woman broke several bones from his Thoroughbred; Helter was the beast. Not just a beast, but the beast. He could probably bring a lion pride to order, and possibly be the one controlling it. Bad example, but the horse was tought.

"Right." He said slightly skeptically, as he lowered his arms. Another breeze ruffled his hair and dress shirt; he figured he'd get inside before he got pneumonia. "Start whenever." He tossed up his hands, like he had better things to do than discuss this. "I do not care." Whistling sharply, the Marwari trotted obidiently up to him, and stood patiently while he waited to be clipped up to a lead. "I am going inside." He said, grasping the nylon lead and swinging open the gate.