Fallen Angels? -Open

[Angel's Black Royal]

Name: Fallen Angel
Age: Roughly 6 years
Breed: Mustang
Gender: Mare

X.x "Quote" thought "speech" text x.X To you I mean nothing... The bay colored mare stood in her stall quietly, awaiting nothing like usual. Being here for a while started to take toll on this 6 year old mare, and she was beginning to drag her feet in an almost robotic motion when ever the same old people came to care for her. They would come to brush her, pick at her feet, and let her out into the pasture before bringing her back. Everyday she watches as many people pass her. They look at her, but don't attempt to see the gentle and loving side of her. Why? Fore I'm a Fallen Angel with a broken heart... She never understood why they said she was to die, she never did anything wrong or bad. They never gave her a chance, and yet she's still here after so long. How could she make it visible that she wasn't like any of the others here? How come it seemed as if they were blind? Only if she could talk, she'd tell them to look at her, give her a home, but they can't hear or understand her. Falling apart inside as I continue to fall... With the feeling of the sun that peaked through the stall window, the mare laid down as her ears flicked back and forth, listening to everybody move about, humans walk up and down the stable's isles, then the soft sound of food being dumped into the food trays and bins of the other shelter horses on the other side. She listened as cows mooed, and horses nickered as she continued to lay there. With not a single broken or severed bone in my gentle body... Turning her face away from the stall door, she lifted her head and watched outside the window, wishing she could be the birds, dogs and cats outside, injoying the air and being able to go home with someone. To have the feeling of being loved and longed for everyday. To be spoiled to the day she dies but from where she now laid, she wasn't sure if that'd ever happen to her anymore. Slowly, she started to give up when she first came here, and now as food was placed in her feed bin, the bay didn't stand and walk over to it to eat as sadness continued to flow through her veins all across her body. Words;; three sixty three Muse;; Steady Puppets;; Fallen Angel for Anybody Notes;; Falalala...By one's self and not liking it. Growing sad.

[Onionazian]

Fallyn walked, with her hands swishing from side to side, towards the barn. New at the job, she anticipated going to the barn and being able to care for the horses. On the way, she looked up at the sky. She squinted her eyes at the sight of the sun shining down at her. Looking back, she saw her dark shadow following her as she quickened her pace towards the barn. As she entered, she eyed the rows of stalls and saw a earth toned mare and walked towards her. When she got there, she put a great big smile at her and put the bucket of supplies down by her side. Hi. She had a voice soft and low, afraid to spook the horse. She continued staring at her, then remembering that she had a treat in her jean pocket. She pulled out a small carrot and placed it onto her flat palm. Cautiously, she slowly nudged it over towards the mare's muzzle. She knew what she had to do, pick her hooves, use a sponge to wash her coat, brush her with the curry comb, brush out her mane and tail and then finally toweling her off. Fallyn thought about it. Wow. That's a lot, forgetting about the carrot in her palm and the horse in the stall.

[Angel's Black Royal]

X.x "Quote" thought "speech" text x.X To you I mean nothing... The bay mare lifted her head at the sound of a human before standing and taking the carrot from the gril gently with ears forward. She knew she couldn't trust the new girl, but for some reason, she did and didn't know why. Snorting gently into her hand, Angel shook her mane and held her head low for the girl to reach her mane and forelock easier from when she held it high like usual. Fore I'm a Fallen Angel with a broken heart... Enjoying the company of a human, Angel stepped closer to the girl, forgetting that she was in a stall. One she had spent so long in. Her tail twitched as she stood still, letting the girl do as she wished as long as it didn't hurt that is. Not sure how much longer I can stand your kind as I stand, breathe, move and live before your very eyes... She let out several gentle snorts and nickers at the girl, comfortable of her being around and accually getting attention from someone other than those who just stop by to feed her, or take to the field or to excersize her on a rope, and not under saddle. Remembering that there was food still in the trough, the bay stepped over to her feed tough and happily munched on the oats and grain mixed in it with her tail flicking gently at her knees. With not a single broken or severed bone in my gentle body... After eating some of the food, she went back to the human and nudged her side, looking for more treats with perked ears. The six year old mare snorted quietly with another shake of her mane that had started to knot up from not being brushed for a few days. It still had the stall bedding in it as did her tail, and her bay coat was becoming scruffy just as well, but her hooves were in good shape, aside from having to be cleaned. The only spot that needed cleaned big time, was a spot that was sensitive to her. The right side of her stomach by her back leg more. Words;; three sixteen Muse;; New Puppets;; Fallen Angel for Fallyn Notes;; Wow, Hello there. you a friend or foe?

[Onionazian]

When the mare nudged her hand, she snapped back into reality, jumping at the feeling of the mare's prickling coat. Fallyn looked around for a sign or paper that stated the mare's information. Next to the stall was a clipboard and on top said Fallen Angel. She nodded with a smile at the name. Fallen Angel She just had to say it herself. She liked the way it left her lips as she spoke it. She picked up the latch and opened the stall door slowly and looked the mare up and down. She appeared to be in good condition though she could be exersized more and groomed. The halter was on a hook on the stall and door and she grabbed it and put it onto the mare slowly and gently. After leading her out with a lead rope, Fallyn picked up her bucket of supplies and got her hoof pick. She knelled down on one knee and petted the mare's front left leg a bit before lifting it up and scrapping the hay, dirt and sand out of the hoofs. She hoped that the mare wouldn't freak out like some horses that she knew do. Who would want to be kicked by a horse on their first day on the job?

notes: umm friend? =D

[Angel's Black Royal]

X.x "Quote" thought "speech" text x.X To you I mean nothing... Fallen Angel let the halter slip on without moving before following the girl into the hall. As her hooves landed gently on the ground, she perked her ears forward and let out neigh of joy from being out of the stall once again. Fore I'm a Fallen Angel with a broken heart... Stopping where the girl had, she felt soft taps on her leg so she shifted her weight off of the leg to allow her to pick the mare's hooves one by one. She kept her ears perked forward with every clatter and scrape of hoof or the hoof pick made, even the soft sound of her tail swishing silently. Not sure how much longer I can stand your kind as I stand, breathe, move and live before your very eyes... The entire time, the six year old mare kept her head held evenly as she kept shifting her weight from hoof to hoof as they got cleaned. Giving out a soft nicker and looking at Fallyn as she cleaned out one of the hooves, Angel's shoulder muscles twitched as her ears went back temperarly, then forward again. With not a single broken or severed bone in my gentle body... With a few extra snorts and a shake of her head and mane, Angel stood quietly and still as she felt Fallyn brush out her hooves. She had to admit, being thoroughly cleaned and groomed will feel good in the end as will some good excersize, but she couldn't speak her thoughts, she could only give hints, and right now, she dared not to move a whole lot. Words;; two twenty four Muse;; cool =) Puppets;; Fallen Angel for Fallyn Notes;; lol. Saying hi to fallyn, do that with everybody! =)

[Onionazian]

After finishing that one hoof, she continued on to the other ones until she reached into her bucket again and got a hoof shiner. She wondered if the mare had ever had it on her since her hoofs looked rather dull and she had brought it from home when she found out that the stable's tack room had none. She put some of the shiner on an old towel and rubbed it onto the mare's hoofs softly but quickly to save time. She wanted to ride the mare after she was done as it had been so long since she had ever been on a horse. After she was done, she stood up with her right hand patting the horse's barrel and the other holding the dirty, black towel. She threw the towel back into the bucket holding everything and looked the mare over. She had a rather beautiful head, it resembled an Arabian a bit but the rest of her said 100% mustang. She could also knew a great racehorse when she saw one. The mare had long, sleek legs that were still muscular and short barrel held up. Fallyn smiled and picked up the sponge from the bucket. She looked around and found a sink near by. Walking there, she looked over her shoulder to keep an eye at the bay mare. Wetting the sponge, and then walked back. She started smoothing out her mane with the sponge that was filled with cool water. Fallen Angel was an amazing mare. She kept still as she was groomed and lived up to her name. Angel. Maybe she could fulfill her dream and adopt the mare to make her a racehorse.

notes: ok. :)

[Angel's Black Royal]

X.x "Quote" thought "speech" text x.X To you I mean nothing... Still standing still, Angel kept her head high as Fallyn shined her shoes after cleaning them out, then went to get a sponge wet. She took a step forward and shook her mane again before she felt the coolness of the wet sponge on her neck. She gave a soft nicker of contentment as she closed her eyes and flicked her tail back and forth at some flies that started to land on her back end. She relaxed her body completely, before stomping her back hoof a few times and arching her neck to nip at she shoulder that began to itch. Fore I'm a Fallen Angel with a broken heart... After easing the itch the best she could, she straightened her neck into the realxed postition again and let her eyes slip closed again as she stood there, one of her back legs bent again, and her tail still twitching back and forth. Falling apart inside as I continue to fall... She may have long and sleek legs that helped her cover ground very easily, along with her 'modern' head, and big, forgiving heart, she also longed to run again with no fences, well, maybe railing, but with a rider on her back again. She longed to break the wind's stillness as she would gallop along the ground. She longed to hear noise other than other horses here at the shelter. She longed to hear the sound of bells and sirens again, but she wasn't sure if she would ever be able to again, seeing how she was just another horse at the shelter. One that could easily be forgotten, even with her gentle and loving nature and different personality. With not a single broken or severed bone in my gentle body... To some, she was a just a bug, but she knew that some people looked past that to see that she was a pure mustang that loved human attention...The good kind of attention at least...Hopefully...She opened her eyes again and rested her nose next to Fallyn's side where she breathed evenly, remembering the scent of a good human. One that would treat her with care. One that would love her forever and always, but at this time, she could bearly remember how to run let alone canter since she never could when she was here or at her previous home where she was stalled up since she was five untill the time she was rescued from the stall, only to be brought to another stall, allowed some time in a round pen or small feild where she could move around some, or was to trot in a circle on a rope for people that didn't know her true ability and to help her how to remember to be an accual horse again. Words;; an easy four thirty three Muse;; Steady Puppets;; Fallen Angel for Fallyn Notes;; Poor Angel is remembering her past, and remembering that she somewhat forgot what is was like to be a horse and be ridden again. =(

[Onionazian]

When the mare put her nose near her shoulders, her breath blew her brown hair into her face. She laughed softly at the mare and brushed her hair out of her face. She patted the mare's cheek and knelled down to get the curry brush. Fallyn quickly brushed her over, missing some spots, anticipating getting to ride her. She picked up the brush out of the bucket and gently but quickly untangled the knots in her mane and tail. She threw the brush back into the bucket and put it next to the stall door. She looked the mare over, smiling. She looked around for the tack room and searched for it in the back. When she found it, she got a saddle, and bridle and walked back to the mare waiting outside the stall. She softly lifted the saddle and put it onto her back. She tightened the saddle and then put on the bridle over her harness. Fallyn pulled the reins over Fallen Angel's head and lead her outside.

[Angel's Black Royal]

X.x "Quote" thought "speech" text x.X To you I mean nothing... Keeping still while she was groomed, and knots were combed out of her mane and tail, she kept one ear forward and the other back as she listened as metal clancked together shortly after her grooming session ended. She turned to look as Fallyn returned with a bridle, saddle and saddle pad. Fore I'm a Fallen Angel with a broken heart... She felt the saddle and saddle pad upon her back again as she let her ears fly forward, before the bridle was put on. Obiently, the bay mare followed out into the yard with her head held high, and ears perked completely forwards. It felt good to have a saddle on her back again and a bit in her mouth, including the one that she was tugging at slightly, ready to gain pace. Falling apart inside as I continue to fall... Everytime she took a step, she lifted her hooves and set them down with ease, even when she wanted to go a trot and turned her body away from Fallyn, but didn't tug or pull on the reins. Instead she bobbed her head and nearly danced in place. With not a single broken or severed bone in my gentle body... Being able to move about outside of the stall with a saddle on again felt extremely good, and made her want to run so badly, if she knew how to that is. Neighing, she grew ancy as she walked with Fallyn to the yard. She flicked her tail at her hind quarters and her muscles rippled everytime the six year old mustang moved. Words;; two thirty three Muse;; Steady Puppets;; Fallen Angel for Fallyn Notes;; No notes =)

[Onionazian]

Fallyn could sense that the mare was just as happy to be outside with another just as much as she was. When she caught sight of a small paddock that they could ride in, she tugged on the reins so that she wouldn't drop it and ran towards the gate so that Fallen Angel could trot behind her. As she reached it, she opened the gate and lead Fallen Angel inside, closing the gate behind her. She mounted the mare and put her feet in the stir ups. She wondered what the mare knew and what she needed to teach her. She kicked the mare's sides lightly, wanting her to just walk. She had forgotten how it felt to be on top of a horse. The feel of the saddle and the feeling of the reins in her hands. She waited patiently for the mare to start walking, hoping that she knew how to ride a horse again.

[Angel's Black Royal]

X.x "Quote" thought "speech" text x.X To you I mean nothing... Trotting to the gate behind Fallyn, Angel stopped at the gate and waited for her to get into the saddle before feeling light taps on her side. Moving forward at a slight trot then to a walk, her normal way of moving, Angel's head bobbed as she walked and looked around at the paddock. Fore I'm a Fallen Angel with a broken heart... Knowing that Fallyn was in saddle and on her back, she threw her head back and nearly pranced, urging to go forward and faster, but knew to only go at her pace. The gentle mare finnaly settled down slightly after a few minutes and obeyed the rider one hundred percent, with head still slightly high, but the ears twitched back and forth as she listened intently to her new rider. Falling apart inside as I continue to fall... Chewing on the bit in her mouth, Angel's gait was swift, lopy and gentle as she walked quietly, with a shake of her mane every now and then with snorts and nickers just as well. The brand on her shoulder moved slightly as her muscles flexed and relaxed over and over again, even her tail would flip over every now and then as she continued onward in a walk, awaiting for the command to move to a trot if. With not a single broken or severed bone in my gentle body... Words;; Short two oh one Muse;; Steady Puppets;; Fallen Angel for Fallyn Notes;; No notes =)

[Onionazian]

Fallyn smiled as the mare's strides seemed to glide across the ground. She gently pulled back on the reins as it started to shake, a sign that the horse was probably chewing on the bit. She continued to let Fallen Angel continue to walk for another few minutes. She wanted to start cantering, it was her favorite gait. It didn't make you jump up and down like a trot or threaten to throw you off like a gallop. It was the gait that she used to ride when the racetrack that her father worked at was closed and she would ride on the sandy track with her horse. Her former horse. Fallyn kicked against the mare's sides once more, this time harder than the last, hoping that that was enough to get Fallen Angel to canter.

[Angel's Black Royal]

X.x "Quote" thought "speech" text x.X To you I mean nothing... Fallen Angel kept her ears up the entire time, and when she was given the cue to switch gaits, she immediatly picked up the canter. Her canter wasn't lopey and ragged like many other race horses were, no, her's was smooth, quick and gentle. Her body bearly bounced as her hooves quickly ate up the ground of the paddock. It had only taken her a few times to keep track of her balance, seeing how she hadn't cantered straight for a while, but it sure felt good today. Fore I'm a Fallen Angel with a broken heart... She gave a soft tug on the bit in her mouth, and threw her head back in pride before picking up the pace yet again to a slightly quicker canter. The wind that she picked up as she covered the ground threw her short black mane and long black tail out behind her in waves whenever she was to lurch forward gently. Her muscles moved with ease as she cantered with her head held evenly, her ears twitching back and forth as she listened to not only her rider, but her surroundings as well. Falling apart inside as I continue to fall... She gave a gentle snort as she had to turn to avoid the back fence, then kicked out at it with one hoof to miss when she turned away from it. Fallen Angel was getting tired of boundries, and wanted to run in a place that would go on for acres upon acres, with no fences, and no ropes to hold her back. She was becoming stressed in the shortened paddocks, and always having to stay in the stalls all the time, with no luck of finding a home where she would be getting her everyday excersize. With not a single broken or severed bone in my gentle body... Shaking her head to get her mind back to where she was going, Angel flicked her ears forward as a few birds took off from in her path. Oh, how the mare longed to be free from fences and stalls for a while again. She knew it'd feel great, but she wasn't sure how she was going to get out of here when she was always tied up, they were always watching, or she was always in a stall. She hoped the girl upon her back would get her out of the shelter and into a decent place again. Words;; three seven five Muse;; Steady Puppets;; Fallen Angel for Fallyn Notes;; No notes =)