nothing like manure in the morning ;; toxic

[Shelley Isabel Lipps]

It was a pleasant morning out, that was all there was to it. The fog had lifted from the area, and the dew on the grass was drying up. I was peering out the window of my dorm, seeing whom was out and about on this fine morning. It was 9 o'clock in the morning, a little late for my tastes. But, it was the weekend and there was no school. It had only been a couple of days since my arrival at Rosedale. My horse, Prada, had arrived just yesterday and I was ready to ride. My green eyes were wide, my blond hair was tangled, I bit my bottom lip, I was ready to go. I jumped up from off of my knees and hurried away from the window. I grabbed some jodhpurs and a t-shirt before running into the bathroom.

It was only a matter of minutes before I was hurrying out of the shower and into my riding clothes. I quickly brushed my blond curls before grabbing a blow dryer and blasting them dry. I brushed my hair once again, pulling it up into a messy pony tail and braiding the loose hair back into a thin braid. I sprayed some hairspray on my hair, I would need it, I was going to work my horse today. That would require some sweating, maybe a few tears. I ran into my bedroom, sitting down on my bed and sliding on my new riding boots. They had been a going-away-purchase from my mom and dad. I jumped up, grabbed a granola bar and busted out the door, closing it quietly behind me.

I darted down the hall, and out into the courtyard. I stopped took a deep breath, and a smile lit up my face. This was going to be a good day. I walked down the sidewalk, and then headed down the road to the stable. There wasn't many people there..... yet. I knew it wouldn't be long before everyone started heading out to get their horses saddled up. I walked at a fast speed, my hands and hips swaying easily. My silver nails sparkled in the sunlight, the sun was starting to come out now.

Yeah, it would end up being a hot day.

I walked into the hall of the stable, horses stuck their heads out and greeted me with happy nickers. I looked around, looking for my mare to stick hear head out. Instead of nickering like a normal horse, she threw her head out and gave a heart-wrenching squeal, before pawing at the door. "Settle down now." I demanded in a firm, calm voice. She bobbed her head up and down, her pinned ears were now pricked forward, giving me her attention. I smirked a bit before heading towards her. I stroked her auburn nose before heading towards the tack room. It wasn't long before I headed back towards her holding a black leather halter and lead rope.

The chestnut mare slid her head willingly into the halter and stood quietly as I unlatched the wooden door. She danced out of the stall and I had to tug on the lead rope, "Walk." I gave another firm tug on the lead and she piped down a bit. I tied her up in the cross ties and groomed her thoroughly, but quickly. When I was satisfied with my brushing job, I sprayed some finishing spray on her coat. Then I hurried back into the tack room and placed a white saddle pad, black/brown bridle, and saddle on her. I led her out of the cross ties and beside of a mounting block. She was a big horse, standing at 16'3, and I was a short girl, standing at only 5'2.

I sighed, gripping her red mane in my left hand and pulling myself up on her back. She pranced a bit as I adjusted my boots in my stirrups. She hurried out of the stable and out into the sunlight, where she gave a small buck. I gave a harsh pull on the reins. "Now Prada, quit it!" I asked of her, it had been a while since I had been in the saddle and apparently, she was ready to stretch her legs. I pressed my heels into her stomach and clucked softly to her, she tossed her head, and then easily strided along. Her steps were bouncy, she flicked her hooves up high, her head was held high with confidence, and her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she looked around.

Well, today, instead of going for a ride around one of the arena's I had decided that we were going to take a nice stroll. It had been a while since we had took a trail ride. And besides, today was a nice, beautiful day and I might as well as enjoy it. I clucked to my mare once more, long tan arms guiding the mare up a dirt road that headed for the forest. She snorted, her chestnut nostrils flaring and revealing dainty pink skin on the inside. She was excited, her muscles were rolling tensely beneath my touch and her skin quivered. I smirked a bit as I urged her onward, nudging her once more. I really had no idea where I was going, all I knew was that I was going somewhere.

The mare loped easily, her long, white marked legs were pulling us along smoothly. I didn't way enough to change the way she moved. I had to stay in shape to make it easier on my horse, and on me. I guess you could say I was one of those girls that obsessed over her appearance.... overall, I obsessed over everything. Not that I would ever admit to that. I sighed, pulling myself closer to my mares body. My hands gripped both her reins and her mane tightly through enclosed fingers. We raced along, the young mare wanted to go faster, but I resisted her and kept a tight rein. It wasn't long before the trees started disappearing, and a large body of water appeared.

Hmmm.... this was nice.

I sighed a bit, not really wanting to stop my moving mare, but she was sweating and her breathing was growing shallow. So, I pulled back on the reins and talked to her in a soothing voice, "Slow it down, Prada." She unwillingly slowed down and tossed her head with pinned ears angrily. We finally came to a stop, and when we did, she started pawing and dancing around in a circle. I grounded my teeth against one another and dismounted the large horse. She pushed up against me, and with all my might, I pushed back against her. I pulled the black and brown colored reins from around her neck and held them in my hands. I looked at the water, it was shining under the bright sun. I grimaced a bit.... I really wanted to go swimming, but I hadn't wore a bathing suit.

Should I?

Or should I not?

I shrugged a bit, leading my mare towards a tree that was located near the lake itself. I lopped my reins around one of the branches and then slid out of my clothes, leaving only my under garments on. My mom and dad would be so angered if they could see me right now.

What the heck, no one was around?

So, I placed my clothes and boots under the tree, then took out my pony tail holder and ran into the lake.

Ahhh, refreshing.
CLOTHING.
MUSE. ALRIGHT
TAGS. IAN

[ian]

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The best way to describe Ian and the man is like oil and water, they simply don't mix and the Ian believes that they probably never will. A soft smile spread across his lips as he stood at the stall door of his fuzzy four legged companion, and with a soft murmured hello the gelding happily reached forward and nuzzled the boy. Grabbing the equines' leather halter from a nearby hook he slipped inside the stall and slipped it over his gelding's chestnut ears before clipping on a lead shank and gently running his fingers along the horses muscular neck, a content sigh escaping his lips. Lucky was obviously ready to get out of his stall as he happily pranced along side Ian to the crossties where he was placed carefully by his owner before the dark haired male wandered off to fetch his grooming kit, returning only moments later. He began to rub his curry comb over the horse carefully, Lucky bending his head around to watch before letting out a grunt of pleasure, his head held low as he cocked a hind leg and began to relax. It wasn't too long before Ian was finished grooming, and satisfied with his work he set out to grab his tack, a brown leather hunt seat saddle and matching bridle, as well as a pair of sport boots. He gently set the saddle upon his horses back when he returned and began gradually tightening up the cinch until it fit snuggly, wrinkling his nose at his horse when Lucky had pinned his ears in objection to the tight object around his barrel. Soon he had had everything fastened into place and was striding alongside his gelding toward the exit of the barn, reaching the outdoors in no time. Clearing his throat he commanded Lucky to whoa in a firm, yet gentle tone and was soon placing his foot in the stirrup, then settling himself atop the horses' long back. With a gentle squeeze of his legs, Ian had Lucky gracefully trotting down toward the paths that led out to the trails, the young boy rising and falling easily as he posted to his geldings' long strides. Once he hit the paths to the trails he sat deep in his saddle and pulled Lucky up to a walk once more, reaching down to pat the horses neck and play with his mane. Ian smiled a bit as he began to relax, all the tension he had built up before, slowly fading as he relaxed and moved to his horses strides. The boys' blue orbs flickered about, studying his surroundings and as soon as he felt the trails' path was safe and smooth enough he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, gathered up the reins and pushed Lucky into an elegant canter. A soft snort escaped the horses lips as he gave a gentle tug on the reins, wishing to be allowed to move out a little more, not appreciating such a collected stride, but Ian continued to hold him back a little longer, not wanting his gelding to get warn out too quickly, but instead save his energy for Ian wasn't exactly sure how long he'd be out. Soon he caught glimpse of an opening up ahead and nudged Lucky into a faster pace at last, giving the gelding his head. As the chestnut colored horse stretched out his strides, Ian crouched low over his neck racing down the stretch, trees blazing past them on both sides. Finally after a moment he sat up in the saddle and murmured under his breath as he pulled the horse up, sinking his butt down into the saddle as he worked to stop his seat. They had slowed to a trot just as they came into the clearing where the lake was located, Ian's eyes flickered about curiously for a moment before landing on the strange horse and rider. He pulled Lucky to a halt as he gently ran his hands along the horse's now dampened neck, he was standing quite a bit off from the two and watched with a slight smirk as the girl stripped down and ran down into the lake for a swim. It wasn't until then that he squeezed his legs around his horses sides and allowed the gelding to walk up into a more viewable position, clearing his throat quietly to signal his presence. He rode up to the edge of the lake before finally kicking his feet from his stirrups and swinging down off Lucky as he allowed the horse to get a drink of water from the shoreline, casually leaning against the horses shoulder with a smirk-ish smile as he watched the girl, slipping one hand into his pocket as he held the reins between his fingers in the other. "You had a smart idea there, perfect day for a swim since it's so warm out." He said quietly, the smirk fading, being replaced with a genuine smile as he removed his hand from his pocket to brush it through his messy hair before tucking it back into his jeans once more. _______ tagged: char/shelley words: 1,004 notes: little icky since I am still getting used to Ian :3

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[Shelley Isabel Lipps]

The sun was shining brightly down upon the blue waters that were rippling oh so gently. I had disappeared under water after doing a cannonball into the lake. Bubbles had escaped from my mouth which had gaped upon underwater, and I pushed myself forward. Muscular arms flapping around wildly and legs kicking as I escalated up towards the top of the water, starting to break the surface. I was now waving my arms to keep myself above the water, I was half floating and half swimming in a circle. I finally came to a stop whenever I found a cool spot in the water that was shaded by a large willow tree. I ran my small, tan hands through my hair, ridding some of the water and trying to make my hair feel a bit lighter atop my head.

The feeling of wet hair sticking to your bodice was not a pleasant feeling. Or maybe it was just me and my quirks.... I shrugged my shoulders as I swam around in the water like a fish, a grin never leaving my face. Swimming was something I loved to do, if horse riding was not my favorite hobby, then swimming was. I was an athletic sort of girl, who always was looking for trouble. Other people don't believe that I had flaws, but I really have bad flaws..... I was one of those people who was always seeking attention, always looking for a way to get into trouble, and yet still wanted to stay on top of the food chain. If you didn't notice, I had a throne sitting right on top of all the innocent little people running around this place.

Or so I thought......

I had yet to meet someone who challenge my power or my authority. I was queen. A smirk was plastered upon my light pink lips as I turned back towards the grass covered land. There I found a handsome young man standing next to a horse that looked a lot like mine. I looked around, dark green eyes were wary as they fell upon my own horse whom was standing there with her ears pinned. Her eyes were dancing around, hooves plastered into the dirt, and her large body was tense, ready to strike out at anything that came near her. She was a hateful old thing, that was for sure. The closer I came to the land, the shallower the water got. So, I decided that I would put on a show for this guy.

I stood up straight, out of the water. My arms flexed as I put my hands on my head and ran my long fingers through my hair. My french tips shown clear in my bleach blond hair. I was trying my best to flex a bit, show him this was what a real girl looked like. A small, seductive smile played on my lips as I let my arms fall beside of my tan bodice. I took long strides, trying to make both my legs and my body look taller. My hips swayed from side to side slowly, moving easily with my steps. My blond hair was already starting to dry and fell across my shoulders in wet, wavy strands. I now had beach hair. I bounce towards the guy whom was looking my way with a smirk.

Personally, I thought I had a rocking body.

And I wanted this guy to think the same thing, I was rocking my pink Victoria's Secret undergarments. It wouldn't hurt to play bad girl for once, everyone had to take a chance. I came closer to the guy, I was able to take in his full appearance. He was a lot taller than me, he had a bit of muscle, he was tone I guess. His messy, dark brown hair was beckoning. He stood there, leaning against his horse, trying to look cool I assumed. I laughed a flirtatious laugh, my dark green eyes challenged him. There was a hint of curiosity and pureness in my eyes that soaked itself in danger. He would be fun, I saw the same thing in his dark eyes.

"Yeah, I couldn't pass up this opportunity." I stood there, placing one perfectly manicured hand on my hip and tilting my head a bit as I gave him a crooked, taunting smile. "I'm Shelley.... And personally I think you should join me for a swim." I laughed a chiming laugh there at the end, he would never know whether or not I was playing him or whether or not I really meant it. But an invitation was an invitation, and I used my words wisely, using a seductive drag at the end of my sentences and adding a bit of spice to my words.

I was a different one, that was for sure.

And I was going to show this good looking fellow what I was made of.