Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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River could feel the muscles ripple underneath the stallion's neck, and he knew that he was going to have to firm up now. Despite Parkour's ears twitching to his soothings, it became clear that with the barking getting louder, this was going to be a fight. The stallion dancing to he side forced River to sit up in the saddle, quickly now too before he lost his balance. Even with a firm grip on the reins, it was as if they and the bit had no affect.
And then, the mob of fur came. And River nearly found himself toppling off. Parkour popped up, and River moved forward and grabbed hold of the stallion's neck to keep himself in the saddle. God, don't fucking flip us over. He thought to himself. Thankfully, that didn't happen. But then the second worse thing happened, Parkour bolted like a unrunaway train, and he wasn't properly in the saddle. Managing to get up without slipping, he checked the bit, hard just to see if anything would happen. Naturally though, nothing did.
Blue eyes looked ahead to see they were storming into the meadow. Thank god it wasn't into the property, for now at least. River held his breath, prayed to some deity, and sharply with all off his might, dropped the right side the rein and pulled the left. He wasn't sure if they would topple over, but he hoped trying to divert the stallion into a circle might cause his flight and panic mode to suspend even for a second.
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Thirty Three . Professional Equestrian . Stable Hand - SOS . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
River just stared at the woman now, "Shiny new toy?" Maybe he had been more preoccupied with the stallion and hadn't realized it. He glanced away now, away from Kaleigh as his thoughts swirled. It wasn't that Parkour was more atheletic than Raven, in fact, he was out of shape compared to the mare. Either horse could take him back into the winner's arena in no time. But as a glimpses of his accident seemed to flash in snapshots in his mind though, River knew why he paid more attention to Parkour now. His blue eyes stormed over for a moment, "Whatever." Immaturely, he left it at that, as the man caught Kaleigh finicking over her tea bag. They clearly both wanted to move on from the topic at hand.
She scoffed, sassing him as she flipped her golden hair, and truth be told, he almost felt like she was just showing off. Talk about mixed signals. It didn't matter though, it's not like River was looking to sleep with her - tempting as it was with that mouth of hers, "Ah, so you admit that I'm famous now?" He asked with a grin, figuring she must have caved and finally googled him. Not to be full of himself, but River had been rather insulted that she seemingly hadn't known him back when they had met. Lifting his glass of water, the man was about to take a sip when Kaleigh said something that caught him off guard: "I’ve really only heard that you are a bit of a playboy but maybe you’ll prove me wrong.” Now, he hadn't been expecting that.
"Are you saying that you were asking around about me?" River asked now, incredulous but also egging, like a needle in-between the ribcage. He wanted to know more about this story of hers. Still, her comment about not being competitive for axe throwing made him roll his eyes, "I saved plenty. As for getting me drunk, you'll probably want to save yourself the hassle. I doubt I'm fun any more." He got up from the bar as her tea was finally refilled. Blue eyes had clocked that look that the bar tender had given her.
Now it was his turn to scoff now at the very idea of any of those kids at Seven Oaks trying to befriend him. Now that was a good joke, "Pigs will fly the day anyone from there asks to be my friend." Honestly, he didn't think he needed to be friends with anyone there anyways. Well, River supposed Skye was nice enough, but he spent more time nitpicking her jumping than he did having a real, honest conversation with her. None of that mattered though, there were more interesting things to discuss rather than his lack of friends. Such as this wager Kaleigh mentioned as they walked towards their axe throwing aisle now, "Sounds like you have a wager already in mind, Kaleigh." River countered slyly, prodding her again as a mischievous look crossing his blue eyes now as he set his glass of water on the axe table.
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Thirty Three . Professional Equestrian . Stable Hand - SOS . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
River Bloom had watched a few of the earlier contents ride in the Intermediate Showjumping class, but truth be told, he had only cared about one: Kayleigh Haydn. She and her horse, Boss, had done an impressive around and judging by the ride - fastest time with zero faults - she might end up on top. Still, that didn't bother River, but he knew that he would likely get a ribbing from her all the same, deciding to compete against her.
He went and grabbed Raven now, fully recovered from their other class, and ready to rumble once more. River lead her to the warm up arena, and started to work her through her paces amongst the crowd. Trot, Canter, and Jump, before their number was yelled out. They were next. He turned the black dutch warmblood towards the entrance now and she stood there patiently as Cara Kitchi of Blue Arces finished her round. Given the go ahead, the horse and rider entered the arena now. He had the course memorized, and this was the perfect introduction back to showing.
River asked his mare to move now, and she picked up the canter from the walk as they circled the arena once before heading to the first jump. Raven took it with ease, but as they continued the course, River could tell she was feeling a little sluggish. He didn't have to fight with her to slow down, instead he had to encourage her to speed up. Perhaps she was having flash backs of their accident given this hadn't been an issue in the earlier class or at Seven Oaks.
The man encouraged her where he could, but decided to play it safe for today, as Raven deemed herself the caretaker, being dainty with her jumps verses the speed demon River knew the dutch warmblood could be. Either way, despite not being the fastest, it was a clear round. And the sound of claps brought a smile to his face, as he leaned over and gave her a great many loving pats as they trotted out of the arena to a nice cool down.
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Thirty Three . Professional Equestrian . Stable Hand - SOS . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
River Bloom couldn't believe it that he was back in the show ring - this had been a long time coming. Yes, it was just a local show, but to the broken rider, it meant so much more. Truth be told, he hadn't been certain if he would have pulled it off. Addiction and depression often overcame his will and strength, and yet, here he was and he wasn't sure who he had to thank. Maybe Kaleigh. Maybe Raven and Parkour. Maybe someone else. Anywho, River had no more time avaliable to be sappy as Lilly White completed her round - it was his turn.
"Ready, girl?" The dutch warmblood huffled, her ears pointed forward. She was more than ready. They entered the arena now, and he asked her into a canter, which Raven picked up nicely. She had missed the area and the excitement just like River, perhaps more than her own rider. The turned and sored over the warm up oxer with ease - the pair were ready to rumble as he they took one more circle around the arena and headed straight to the Puissance wall. Five strides. And then Raven jumped jump and forward, River moving forward in two point with ease, following the gravity of Raven's jump as they moved over the wall and landed back down on the other side - clear as day, her feet hadn't even brushed the wall.
It was hard not to the celebrate as they road off - given the class wasn't even over, but already, River could feel himself smiling as he gave his mare a good pat.
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Thirty Three . Professional Equestrian . Stable Hand - SOS . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
River Bloom didn't know why he was out at a club - it was a dangerous place, full of temptations, between alcohol and people, he was treading a slippery slope. At the same time though, staying home at his flat would be no different. Despite everything he had in his flat, River still felt like he had nothing. He had been doing a good job at keeping sober, but lately, that itch was there. The man wasn't even entirely sure why, he just wanted to feel good, he just wanted to tune out the world. But didn't he do that? Didn't work provide him that? Sure...but not enough. River supposed that was the issue with being in recovery, you always were.
Blue eyes were staring down a double shot of vodka in front of him. He had ordered it ten minutes ago and still no touched it. River knew he should leave it, he should walk away from it and go home. But what would he do? Stare mindlessly at the telly? Call Kayleigh and do what? Talk? He could go to the barn and see Raven or Parkour, but at 10 pm, even the Whites might question that. A heavy sigh escaped him, River closed his eyes, thinking, pondering: "You look like you need a distraction."
It was a silky purr, deep, probably dangerous, and yet, River felt himself intrigued. His gaze fluttered open now, and he turned his head to see a woman there in pale yellow. She didn't leave much to the imagination, but River didn't mind that - her toned abs and tight thigh muscles were enough to egg him on. And just like that, he downed the shot, allowing the liquid to warm his body as he placed the glass back down on the counter now, pushing it away before he gave the mysterious woman his full attention, "Yeah? I think you're crystal ball might be right there...what's your name?"
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Thirty Three . Professional Equestrian . Stable Hand - SOS . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
River followed the receptionist to the room, before she passed him off to Everrett Strome. It was a little odd seeing him outside of the barn. Blue eyes peered into the room now - it looked like the standard, sterile room, although there was a massage table there. Beyond that, it looked like there was a separate room, possibly with strengthening equipment. Suddenly, River felt like this was a terrible idea. He stood awkwardly in the doorway, suddenly feeling like one of his horses, trying to decide if they wanted to bolt for the hills or not.
If he was a chicken though, no doubt it would get out. Somehow. And he wouldn't be a chicken. Sighing, he stepped in now, "Yeah, sure." He moved to the table now, still staring at it a bit wearily now before sitting gingerly on it - as if it might attack him at a moment's notice. Blue eyes soon fell on Everett once more, "Yeah - I had an accident about two years ago. I was jumping 150 m and I fell between the jump and my horse. She might have rolled on me, I honestly...can't remember. I sorta blacked out. But my femur snapped." Whether it was the pain or the fact he was drunk, River couldn't remember, "Anyway, I don't think it healed right - bothers me still. I have a limp. Have a rod in there or something."
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Thirty Three . Professional Equestrian . Stable Hand - SOS . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
He could tell that that heading outside of the arena had caught the stallion off guard. All of the sudden, it was as if River had a mildly different horse on his hands. Parkour's head lifted up a little higher now, nearly arching as his ears swiveled around on his head like little radar dishes, "Guess I really do just keep you to the arena," River muttered, mainly to himself. The change in pace would be good for them, but honestly, River didn't care much for hacks - mainly because something always seemed to happen on one when he was by himself.
It was too late now though, he promised his stallion something different, they were committed, and River had to continue to feel bold. After all, one of them had to be confident here. The meadow trail was easy enough. All flat and not too far, but far enough to feel like an adventure. Sure, Parkour was excited, but that excitement could change just as quickly. Speaking of that, Parkour stopped for a moment, causing River pause. Blue eyes watched as the stallion's head turned, his ears twitching, mouth chewing. River could hear the Whites' family dogs, but thought nothing of it.
Leaning forward, River gave the stallion some good reassuring pats, "You're fine." With that, he squeezed the stallion forward and began to head to the edge of the property, passing the barns and the pastures - they post to the trails and which way which just ahead. And...well, was it just him, or did those barkings seem closer now? Real close. River firmed up his legs and the reins, but he could feel a change now, just as a furry mob appeared out of no where.
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Thirty Three . Professional Equestrian . Stable Hand - SOS . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
River Bloom could not believe he allowed himself to get talked into this - a physiotherapy appointment. He hated his body for betraying him in front of the boarder who did said physiotherapy, and he hated himself for his past. Unfortunately, there was nothing River could do about that, other than deal with it. As he stood outside of the office though, the man felt like he was having cold feet. He bitched and moaned about this to just about anyone who would listen to him at the barn, fuck, even the horses probably got an earful on how much he did not want to go. And yet, he was here - because deep down, River knew he needed the help.
A deep, heavy sigh escaped him as he stared down the door. Everyone on the other side of that door could see him from the waiting room, standing outside like a bloody idiot. If only he could still drink, he probably could have given himself a shot or two of courage to go inside. Sobriety was annoying like that though, he hit six months clean and couldn't risk it, not over somethings stupid like being chicken shit about a physiotherapy appointment for his battered leg and body. Squaring up, River shoved the door opened and entered, stalking right over to the poor lady at the front desk and flatly said, "I'm here to see Everett about my leg."
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Thirty Three . Professional Equestrian . Stable Hand - SOS . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
He must have found a spot, because the stallion was leaning into him now almost aggressively to get it after nearly dozing off. A chuckle couldn't help but escape River as he made sure to spend some extra time on that one itch before finishing up. Parkour appeared to be wide awake now, ready to rumble, and River decided that the time for bonding on the ground with the brushes was over, "Yeah yeah, I'll finish up." He muttered now, doing a quick sweep of the stallion's body with the soft brush and combing out a surprisingly knot free tail. River soon disappeared quickly to grab his tack, thankful that he popped some ibuprofen to help with his old injury - something told him that he might have a full horse on his hands today.
Gently but efficiently, the man worked through tacking up Parkour now. He but all had figured out most of his quirks when it came to saddling up, and mining the girth and bridle. The stallion had almost been too perfect in the saddle, which River superstitiously thought it meant that he was due for something, anything, to happen - what though, he wasn't sure. Putting his helmet on, River tossed the thought aside as he took the reins, "Let's go, Parkour." He lead the stallion outside to the outdoor arena, standing him by the mounting block before quickly getting up in the saddle.
As blue eyes stared across the arena, with its low jumps and poles, he suddenly thought of a different idea. An idea that River loathed, but, given how good the few months had been since ownership, he might as well see if he could award the stallion outside the arena, "Want to try a hack?" he asked now, knowing full well the Parkour could not answer him back. Taking a breath, he gently squeezed the stallion forward and steered him back outside of the arena now, pointing him towards leaving the property and onto the trails. Off in the distance, he thought he heard the sound of barking, but paid it no heed. Little did River know that perhaps, he should have thought differently about dogs on the property.
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Thirty Three . Professional Equestrian . Stable Hand - SOS . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
He thought this night was off to a pleasant start. He was being well behaved, nice even, and so was Kayleigh Hayden. She didn't quite seem snarky like she had back at the Tack Store. Perhaps the saddle fitting and day of professionalism had some them some good. But then, River made a comment about Raven, and just like that, the woman scoffed at him. Scoffed! The man could feel a scowl coming on his face now, and he rolled his blue eyes so hard it was shocking they hadn't gone into the back of his skull, "You're just saying that because Raven's a mare and you're taking her side." Actually, he was probably a liar, Parkour was getting more attention, but fuck him if he was going to let Kayleigh Haydn be right.
At least there was food there to distract him, even if the woman was reaching over a poaching some for herself. He allowed it to happen once, but as her hand honed in for a few more, even River couldn't help but to tease, "Yer not my girlfriend," his manchester accent coming in thick, "Who says you can steal my pretzel bites?" He was willing to bet that Kayleigh would say that she gave herself said permission, but he wasn't about to put words into her mouth. As she proclaimed that she would play an axe game with him, but only if he were 'nice', River couldn't help but to chortle, "Oh, you don't think I can be nice to a lady? I can be a fancy gentleman and not let the competition get the best of me. I try to save that for the show arena." And arguing, but he didn't feel like bringing that up.
His shoulder shrugged at her next question, "I'm too sober to get into the semantics of why I piss people off." And perhaps, it would be the only insight River would offer into his past for the evening. Blue eyes still watched her though, sipping her tea like she may or may not own the world. How could someone look so coy when they were just drinking a bloody cup of iced tea? River shoved the thought out of his head though, "Ah yeah. I suppose booze and axes don't mix well at all. Neither to hangovers for a work day." They never quite fit him well either and his 'work' day had revolved around working out and riding back when he had benders, "But you? Clumsy? You didn't strike me as that. Am I gonna have to worry about catching you like in some fairy tale?"
River was caught off guard by her playful but gentle bump, her arm knocking into hers. Blue eyes actually glance down at it, just for a fleeting moment before his eyes locked back onto her grey ones. Damn, she got his bluff there, "The snarky kind." He replied now, smiling wryly before pulling his arm away from hers now - putting some distance between them. River doubted that Kayleigh wanted to date him, too classy for that, and he wasn't looking for a relationship quite yet. The man thought best about saying anything though, it was too early to make the night awkward, "Me? Have friend? You haven't talked to those kids at Seven Oaks yet then. They're terrified of me. Rightfully so." Out of the corner of his eye now, he caught the room attendant now. Pushing himself up from the bar, he held out his hand in case Kayleigh wanted to take it for lifting herself up, "Ready to try and beat my ass at axes, Kayleigh Haydn?"
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Thirty Three . Professional Equestrian . Stable Hand - SOS . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
It became clear to River that he must be being too nice for once in his life, since it felt like the woman was giving him a look. Never in a million years would he had thought that it would be weird for him to sound like a nice, normal human being. Although if she subtly giving him permission to be snarky once more, River would gladly take it. Even just his earlier comments were a bit draining, "Parkour is doing well, settled in nicely. Raven...well, I think she liked being my only horse prior to his arrival." He had actually forgotten that he had introduced his mare to Kayleigh, must have been an off day when she came to do the saddle fitting.
Blue eyes watched as she snagged herself a pretzel bite now, and he soon enjoyed himself to one as well along with the beer cheese - deciding that despite the name, the alcohol must be baked or cooked out of it and shouldn't give him any issues. At her question, he just smirked and shrugged, "It's not like we got off on the right foot, yeah?" River commented now, "Maybe I'm just used to people getting even when I piss them off. Need I remind you that you're just as snarky as me. Being late would have just been extra salty."
He was a little caught off guard when she prompted him on what she wanted to drink. Blue eyes looked down at his iced water, shaking the glass a little to let the ice cubes rattle. What River wanted was something more, the invite to order whatever he wanted tantalized him. River closed his eyes, and took a deep breath in for four seconds, held it, and then released it before glancing back at Kayleigh now, "Just water. I can be your DD if you want something stronger." He was certain this place new well enough when to cut people off, and River supposed he could look out for the woman if she needed it. The axes were dull enough to not kill, but he wasn't certain about maiming. At least there were lanes to keep parties separate.
Kayleigh's question broke into his thoughts. Funny. He had been pondering the same thing earlier. River just smirked at her now, "Because I thought we had a connection," he teased, his snarky tone back now. He finished off his water now, asking for a refill and once it was handed to him, River gestured for the woman to follow, "Really, I just don't have friends here. And I'm not pathedic enough to do axe throwing by myself."
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Thirty Three . Professional Equestrian . Stable Hand - SOS . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
River had been pleased that the walk back to the stables had been uneventful, and the only thing the human felt was the evil eye being given to him from a pasture over. Still, the man had to had it to Parkour, the stallion was getting better and better each day. The liver stallion had been more or less a gentleman since arriving, except for the occasional kerfuffle - but River didn't entirely mind it. No horse was perfect, even though they were all guilty of thinking it, but unfortunately, that sort of thought lead to someone getting hurt or their heart broken. Horses, above all, were still prey animals and there would always be moments to remind their humans of that.
Thankfully, today was not one of those days, at least not on the walk. He set Parkour up in the grooming stall now, cross ties attached to the halter. Blue eyes watched the stallion seemingly relax as always, his head already drooping in anticipation of what was to come. River Bloom hardly smiled any more, he always seemed sour for a human, but this stallion always seemed to cause a small smile to crack across his features without even trying. He took the rubber curry comb now, and went to work, slowly and methodically moving in a circular clock motion, techinque trained into him the second he first learned how to bond with a horse, "Seems like you're settling into the yard nicely, boy. No one's uttered a complaint about you in these last few weeks."
River knew that he would not get a response - Parkour couldn't talk, this wasn't a fantasy novel, but there was something relaxing about talking to a being that was content with listening and doing nothing more. The man liked that about horses, they never judged, they only showed you what you were. A mirror. A reflection, "Although I don't think my mare likes me hanging out with you all the time. Maybe one day you'll meet her without Raven trying to murder you or...I guess, you not wanting to mount her." All things considered though, he thought the young stallion rather well behaved around mares given his age. River perhaps still didn't trust him to be pastured with them or besides them, but he had gotten quite good at not being distracted all the time.
Replacing the curry comb with a hard brush now, River went to work loosening up all the dirt that the curry comb hadn't managed to catch as he kept on talking, "Figure we might change it up today. Go on a hack. Maybe check on the cross country course as well. I'm sure you're getting bored of the arena and flat work. I know you're destined for more than that. We both are." And the man was determined to make it happen, "What do you say to that? Eh Parkour?"
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Thirty Three . Professional Equestrian . Stable Hand - SOS . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
Blue eyes watched the liver stallion in the field, waiting for his whistle to be acknowledged. After a moment, Parkor finally seemed to acknowledge him. He saw that minor head tilt, the mid pause of chewing on the delicious summer grass. After a moment, the stallion seemed to kick himself into gear, or at least, Parkor's version of kicking it into gear. It was times like these where the difference between his two horses were astronomical, given that just a few minutes earlier, he had Raven who had been dying to come out with him which he denied, and he had Parkor here who thought he could take all the time in the world to come. River didn't blame the stallion though, even though they had been working together for a few months, their bond still wasn't completely there. That would take time.
"Finally," he commented now as Parkor waltzed up to the gate now, "You took your sweet ass time, Parkor." But naturally, the stallion didn't care and had more important things to inspect from the fence line, such whether or not he had any treats. He could feel the soft velvety nose pushing up against him, already inspecting the usual places, "Yeah yeah, hello to you too," he replied now, producing a few coveted black jelly beans and held his palm out flat for the taking. As the stallion munched away, River skillfully pulled the leather halter over Parkor's large head now and lacing up the chain lead. Making sure none of the other stallions were approaching, he then opened up the gate and carefully pulled his horse out now before shutting it behind, "Come on Parkor, let's get you brushed up before working."
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Thirty Three . Professional Equestrian . Stable Hand - SOS . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
River Bloom had decided that he liked the tack shop owner, to what extent though, he didn't really know. He wasn't really looking for a relationship at the moment, sometimes he was lonely, but that was just it. The man couldn't decide if he craved comfort that came with a committed relationship or he had just wanted someone to share his bed for the night. The latter didn't suit Kayleigh Haydn at all, and given that she ran a business and had several clients at the barn that he worked at, River settled for getting to know her just a bit more. They hadn't exactly gotten off on the right foot, but she had keep up with his tongue and cheek so it had been hard to ignore.
He hadn't seen her again since she came to fit Parkour and met Raven on the way out. But they had spoke, after he took the plunge to reach out to her via text in an attempt to get to know her just a little bit more beyond the 'im a business woman' façade. It hadn't been going very well, which lead River to invite her out on a hangout at the Rage Room. The man had been surprised to learn that there was an axe throwing pub in Willow Bridge, thinking this more of a London thing, but given all the bumpkins out in Hickstead, maybe he shouldn't have been so surprised.
Ordering himself a water, along with pretzel sticks and pub cheese, he waited around at his assigned alleyway. When met with a few flirty smiles from various patrons, River simply offered a cool smile back and nodded his hello. But he never spoke, never beckoned them closer since tonight only had his goal of Kayleigh Haydn. And speaking of her, blue eyes just caught the woman just walking in now. He grinned, waving her over and waited as she made her way through the crowds. Before he could even open her mouth, she spoke and somehow it was unsurprising it was about work. He laughed, "Kayleigh, we're not here to talk about work. But if you must know, the saddle working out great with Parkour." Somehow, he wasn't surprised that this was her first topic of choice, "Thanks for coming out though. I was beginning to think you were going to keep me hanging forever."
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Thirty Three . Professional Equestrian . Stable Hand - SOS . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
show name • Darkest Night owned by • RIVER ARLO BLOOM barn • Seven Oaks Stables age • Fourteen breed • Dutch Warmblood height • 15.5 hands discipline • Show Jumping - National Levels gender • Mare likes • River, Being the Center of Attention, Long Grooming Sessions, Bath Time, High Jumps, Humans in General (especially the stablehands), Clapping Crowds, Being Rewarded for a Good Round dislikes • When Other Horses get near River (whether in her pasture or a different pasture that she can still see), Being Passed Over, Scrambling over Jumps, When River is out of Sync in their ride, Some new horse arrival trying to dislodge her from near the top of the pecking order, Being Ignored by Humans, Floating Day strengths • Elite Jumper, Quick Thinker, Always tries to Save the Jump weaknesses • Ill-Tempered outside of Humans, Owner Possessive fears • Being Forgotten, Certain Trail Areas overall personality • Raven is a people's horse, she is not a horse's horse. She doesn't care for hanging out with her own kind, and gets ill tempered when she thinks that another horse is zero-ing in on her human or time for affection. She loves to be the center of attention, whether its at the barn, or in the show arena. Anything related to grooming or getting cleaned tend to be her favorite things. The claps from crowds tend to get her riled up, and she can be hot entering the arena. Raven is always eager to please River though, and when they are in sync, the are a force to be reckoned with. She'll always listen to commands, but she's also quick to try and make up any mistakes with poles or jumps if she can help it.
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Thirty Three . Professional Equestrian . Stable Hand - SOS . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
