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[fallow raye carter]

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[atrb=width,240] It was a warm evening, the beach had just started to clear out when man and beast stepped onto the cooling sand. Two feet with four. Ten toes with four toes. Perfect to dance with. One was human, the other was a stunning palomino Lusitano named Makana, Gift. The stallion and his master stopped and looked at the setting sun. The horse lowering his head to sniff and paw at the sand as Fallow Carter stared at the sun set. It was yellow today, yellow red, orange and every hue in between, all the colour radiating off the gentle rolling waves. All the mixes making the water seem clear, a light pink perhaps. He sighed softly, the view taking his breath. Looking at his horse, he smiled. "You match the sunset," he said softly, rubbing the big stallion's nose. Makana looked at him with those big, intelligent brown eyes then heaved a sigh of his own. Fallow ran his fingers through the animal's mane then went to his left side and pulled himself onto Makana's back. The loyal horse stood still, patiently as his master mounted him. Fallow took a handful of the flaxen mane and walked the horse into the waves that quickly began lapping at his hooves. With a snort, the stallion started to canter, lifting his legs and making sure he made a big splash when his foot fell. Fallow smiled and made the equine move faster, then slow and pirouette, when the animal turns on his hind legs, then cantered him the other way before slowing to a flowing, and beautiful passage, which was a high stepping trot moving slowly forward. He started to laugh as Makana became a little more dramatic, lifting his legs as high as he could as he began a piaffe, a passage in place, his ears flopped around happily, and swinging his tail from side to side. "Dancing bud?" Fallow grinning, getting a working snort in response as he moved the horse forward into yet another dramatic passage. He was unaware of anyone watching the dancing stallion and his boy. All he wanted now was to have fun with his best friend, his only friend. The thing Fallow loved about animals was that they didn't judge. Makana didn't reject Fallow as his master because his face was scarred. Makana didn't care that Fallow was a wannabe Grand Prix rider, one who couldn't afford to compete. The pair had come to trust each other. The horse would follow his boy even without a halter and lead rope. The horse knew where home was, and where to stay, though there was no fence to hold him in. Fallow trusted the stallion not to buck him off and not to bite or kick. They had a special bond, they did. They depended on each other for companionship. Fallow loved his horse dearly and didn't know what he'd do without him. Every morning and evening, he would sit by the stud as he grazed and talked to him like anyone would with another person. When Makana's ears flicked toward him, Fallow'd know he was listening, so he'd keep on talking, getting his social fix for the day then going on his daily ride before returning to the safety of his home to resume his paintings. After he had left his parent's house, he took up painting as a simple career, he loved it very much, liking to paint the landscape and the people around town. He painted fruit and furniture, animals and plants. If he saw something he liked, he'd be sure to paint it. Sometimes he would dream of his next piece. His current work of art was a lake with a beautiful Hawaiian woman sitting on the beach caressing the cheek of a big white mare with seaweed weaved into her mane. After a while of frolicking in the waves, Fallow returned to reality and walked the now tired stud to the beach and dismounted, flopping onto the beach with a content grunt. Makana looked at his boy then lowered his mass onto the beach, laying beside his best pal. Fallow scratched the stallion's neck and lay his head on the horse's warm shoulder/ Makana blew into Fallow's hair then relaxed and nosed at the sand. It was a good time for the eccentric pair. Being together alone. The best. That is, until someone were to interrupt them.

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[arizona nicole cassaway.]

sitting on a ridge overlooking 'ohana beach, arizona nicole contemplated, not for the first time, what it would be like to just fall. not a suicide jump, but just the feeling of falling, of knowing there was nothing you could control. and then comparing that to the feeling of just flying, of knowing that no where could hold you. she wasn't sure if she was just going island-crazy, with the lack of ability to go anywhere that wasn't in a 40 mile radius, or if it was just that she was tired of being held back by one thing or another. she loved ehu island, she truly did, and it was that fact that actually worried her. every time she felt safe and at home somewhere, she was yanked out of it. but maybe her father had finally forgotten about her, or at least stopped caring where she was.

reaching over beside her, she picked up her guitar, running her fingers across the well-loved strings and frets, before awkwardly getting to her feet. wiggling her toes in the sweet summer grass, she smiled. slipping the guitar's strap over her shoulder, she shifted it so that the body was against her back, the neck hanging down by her legs, and headed for the slight path that lead down to the beach below. carefully picking her way across the stones and grassy patches, letting the setting sun illuminate it enough so that she would at least be able to see glass shards or something before stepping on it. over the last year, she'd gotten very familiar with this path, walking up and down the steep incline, occasionally with eve, her fox, but mostly alone. it wasn't exactly like she was the most popular of people. . . she wasn't unpopular, per se, but she wasn't a social butterfly.

brushing a strand of her red hair out of her face, she paused for a moment, only three or so feet away from the smooth sand of the beach. at this time of day, most all of the tourists had headed off to restaurants, hunting for that ever illusive table on the patio, looking out at the sunset, and most of the locals had better things to do than wander the beach, but that was why she loved this time and later, she could just let her barriers down and relax. feeling a salty breeze blow across her skin, she smiled again before heading off onto the beach, feeling her feet sink into the grains of sand and then be on top of it again, a repeated cycle that was always there on the dry sand. but it was the sand that got hit by the surf that she loved the most. the hollow feel of it as it felt like you were walking over something solid. adjusting her guitar slightly, she walked towards the water, going only deep enough where the water would run over her feet, but not hurt her wonderful instrument.

pulling her silver gaze off the ground, arizona looked down the beach, looking around for people or even various animals. once she'd seen a racoon family, but mostly she saw weasels. but what caught her attention almost immediately was the distinct frame of a horse. probably 250 yards down the beach, she paused for a moment, first trying to think why a horse would be unattended on a beach at sunset, but then she saw it's owner step out around it, watching the person settle into the sand and then the horse settle down around them. laughing softly under her breath, she glanced out at the darkening sea, the bright orange ball of fire slowly settling down for the evening, it's vivid colours drowning into the ocean.

continuing on down the shore, she started humming to herself, an easy little melody that she'd written for her final during the last few weeks of school, but before long, she realised that she was only a few yards from the person and their horse. though now, she was close enough to recognise that it was a guy, and the handsome palomino was actually curled up beside the male. he was obviously too old to go to bouscher or the local high school, but he didn't look very much older, either. gorgeous animal.

[/b] she complimented, her easy accent that had become something along the lines of british rolled off her tongue. somewhere amongst thirteen years of traveling across europe, her accent had given up her native french and moved into her father's british. taking a few more steps forward, she smiled at the guy, still trying to figure out who it was, but the light was too dim at the moment and especially given his position, but she still couldn't even begin to think she would even know him.

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[fallow raye carter]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] Digging his feet into the sand he leaned further against Makana who was breathing happily, snorting occasionally, nosing at a small patch of grass and chewing it slowly. Fallow watched the sun sink lower into the sky and the deep midnight blue of the sky starting to take over, the moon peeking over the other side of the sky. This time of solitude was perfect for the man and his horse. The time when they were at their closest. Makana nickered softly and turns his head, blowing warm, grass scented air in his boy's face as Fallow absentmindedly braided his mane as he was once again pulled into the wonders of his own mind. A daydream of sorts.. He stood in the stables of the Vienna Spanish Riding school, watching the beautiful frame of the only female in the barn, a groom. She was so beautiful in her stable clothes and french braid and freckles. Her eyes almost as green as his own. His face was unmarked, he was beautiful again. Tall and confident in himself. Still, he was shy, too nervous to approach the beauty before his eyes, instead he leaned against his assigned horse's stall and tried to make himself look noticeable, but casual. She glanced his way and smiled a smile full of perfect white teeth, her lips the colour of cherries. He imagined himself kissing such lips. He smiled at her in return and managed a small wave. She waved back and puckered her lips before returning to her work mucking stalls. His physical eyes closed as he drifted further into the dream. He saw himself follow the green eyed beauty, he never did learn her name, they talked about random things. In his dream. He learned she liked strawberries and orange trees. He told her that he liked those things too, and chocolate. He told her about his home on Ehu island, his friends and family. She looked thoughtful during his speech then announced she wanted to go to Hawaii with him. Ecstatic, he cheered his way into yet another dream. A dream that would never happen. He dreamed he returned home to Ehy with his new girlfriend, who in his dream was named Alice, he was still uncared and a welcoming party waited for him on the island, his parents standing in the front, his father looking proud of him for the first time in his life, claiming he was proud. With Alice at hand, he bought a home for them, one with a barn full of Lipizzaner stallions, the horse breed he'd come to love. Though he still adored his dear Lusitano, Makana and no other horse could replace him. His dream shifted a few years. He was standing on the beach at sunset in a classy black tuxedo, Alice walking down the isle.. Then she stopped and the ceremony dragged on until the kiss. He leaned in, she leaned in and as soon as their lips were about to touch, he fell backwards, his head hitting the cool sand and eyes opening wide. Though he was blinded in his left eye, he could clearly see that Makana was walking away, his head low and content. He was a horse on a mission. He knew the girl was there before Fallow and decided to greet her. He only had to walk a few metres before he stood before her, stretching out his thick, elegant neck to sniff her just as Fallow scrambled up and scurried over to the stallion who had an odd interest in the girl, his ears pitched forward and nostrils flaring as he took in her scent. Yes, Makana was indeed a fully functioning male, and Fallow had no intentions to geld the big horse just in case he wanted to breed him in the future when he was an Olympian. Still, the stallion was too four legged and furry to take an interest in human women. Fallow made sure his head was down as he approached, getting a compliment from the girl as he walked. "Oh.. Um, thanks. His name is Makana" he put his hand on the stallion's shoulder, which always made him a little more comfortable. Makana was a horse standing at 16 hands, he had a thick neck and stood tall. He hand three white feet and a large star, and partial stripe placed expertly on his forehead. His mane and tail so white it seemed to glow, his coat a golden palomino that it seemed to glow. Despite the sand littering his belly and legs, he was perfectly groomed, his beauty astounding to anyone, not even horse people. Fallow was nervous, especially around women. He dared not show his face. He could tell the female before him was shorter than his 6'1 and appeared to be blonde, he liked blondes. Shit, why did this have to be so difficult. Still, his beloved companion stood at his side. Perhaps he should revolve the conversation around the animal. Yes. But he knew it was rude to not make eye contact. Here's the extremely hard part. He casually put a hand over his left eye, well, as casual as doing such an awkward motion was. Looking up at her, he studied her a moment. She seemed to be a little fair skinned, blonde and had a beautiful shape, a swimmer's body. Lean, but not a twig like a lot of women liked to be. She was a good height and, was that a smile? Keeping one hand over his eye he smiled ever so slightly, a gentle, small smile that seemed shy and nervous. "Umm. You can touch him if you like. He's really friendly, and doesn't bite or kick" he looked at the lazy looking stallion who leaned on one hind leg, his head was down and eyes dropping closed for a little cat nap. "Just don't touch his face... It'll spook him." he nodded, hoping his knowledge of horses helped him make a good impression on the girl. Damn this was either going to end well, or a total train wreck, like most of his encounters with non-animal females. Well, here goes nothing

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[arizona nicole cassaway.]

back home, they had a handful of horses on the vineyard. sometimes it was just easier to get on a horse than pull out one of the atv's, and add to it the fact that their land was gorgeous, it made for perfect riding country. she and jace had gone on camping trips throughout their property, putting a tent or sleeping bags onto the backs of their saddles and taken off, disappearing for days on end, just them and their horses. she missed those trips, and the fact that they hadn't taken one in years saddened her, but it would happen again. . . she just knew it. her horse though hadn't been quite as regal as the beast making it's way towards her, she'd been a black and white paint, but the markings weren't all that smooth, so it looked kind of like a few buckets of ink had fallen on her, but her face was what she loved most. black rings around the eyes, but other than that, solid white.

one hand on the strap of her guitar, she smiled at the regal horse that all but pranced over to her, holding out a hand for him to sniff, smiling as she felt his velvet nose whuffling across her palm. when she was home, she pretty much carried peppermints in her pockets at all times, her's and jace's horses were spoiled rotten, but some of the sweetest beasts one could find. hey there fella', you're a very handsome guy.

[/b] she murmured to the animal, laughing softly at the look upon his golden face, ears perked and a curious look in his eyes. oh.. um, thanks. his name is makana[/i] glancing away from the horse to it's owner, she studied the male, observing the fact that he seemed to be careful to keep his face pointed towards the sand, even though he was probably over six foot.

well, it's a pleasure to meet you makana.[/b] she said, turning her vividly silver eyes back to the horse. looking back at the owner, she again was a little perplexed when he looked up, covering the left side of his face with his hand. but she kept the easy smile on her face, still standing at makana's nose, but her hand had dropped to her side. umm. you can touch him if you like. he's really friendly, and doesn't bite or kick[/i] looking at the horse who had relaxed so much as to the point of being a few paces shy of sleep, she laughed lightly. just don't touch his face... it'll spook him.[/i] reaching up and scratching his neck, she could feel the strong muscles under the layer of skin and hair. it was always what impressed her about horses, they looked so sweet and gentle, yet when you actually saw them in action or touched them, you could feel every ounce of that prey drive, the fact that their eyes were always looking out for danger and their muscles could leap into action quicker than you could blink.

how old is he?[/b] arizona inquired, studying the horse's face and figure, but in the dimming light, she couldn't tell much. maybe four or five? but that was a very rough estimate. looking over to the human, she glanced down at her bare feet in embarrassment, i'm arizona by the way.[/b] taking her right hand off of her guitar strap, she held it out to him. to anyone who knew her, animals generally came before manners, but it didn't mean that she didn't feel bad when that came into play with people who didn't know that about her. patting the horse, she glanced out over the slightly moonlit surf, this must be heaven, riding around the island.[/b] she remarked, thinking about her conversation with her brother months ago about somehow getting her horse out here, but her father would never begin to allow it.

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[fallow raye carter]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] Fallow loved horses with a passion, As a child, he would read as many horse books as he could, draw horses, he even had a whole collection of clay model horses. All types, from the big stars like Secretariat or the great Dressage horse, IPS Salinero, to the simple, a small paint mustang named Red bird and her foal. He would make herds with his models, making sure each had a name and a place to live around his bedroom. His favourite was his Black Beauty Arabian style model. He remembered taking the black clay horse everywhere with him. He even took Beauty to Vienna with him and let him live on his night stand. He still had his old models. They had a special home in his office, on shelves he made himself. Fallow decided that if he ever had kids, he'd give his models to them. Not that he'd ever have children, that was a huge doubt. He was still a virgin, that was more embarrassing than most things in his life. A lot of guys his age would probably be married already. Fallow's problem was that people were freaked out by looking at his face, and women wouldn't want to walk around with some guy who had half his face fried off. He didn't know this woman yet, but he would guess that she was like the others. Yes, yes, it was a wrong thing to judge a book by its cover. Fallow felt he had no other option with the female population. Perhaps he should turn gay? No no, that would end in disaster. He was interested in women and women alone. He liked to paint them, watch them, and hope that one day he'd get one. His hopes were a waste of time though. It was sad that the great, confident Fallow Carter had dropped so low into a hole. It was partially his father's fault. His father was never really supportive of his only son, still isn't. When Fallow got into horses, his father, his name was Mathias, made sure to keep all horsey things away from young Fallow, books, toys. But, he couldn't keep the boy from drawing horses. Before he started lessons, Fallow knew all the important points of a horse, tack, and all the gaits in Dressage. From first level to Grand Prix. Mathias was the one who destroyed Fallow's self esteem in a way, getting the burn itself was plain horrible, but at the time he could live past it, but Mathias thought differently. He told Fallow he was worthless, that the "thing" on his face would give him nothing in life. He'd never marry or have a family or a career. After a year of this torture, Fallow became what he was today. Self concious, reserved, drowning in self hate. He'd come to believe that the accident was his fault. What he refused to believe was that the reason he got burned because he rode horses, a very unmanly sport. Mostly men rode horses, for his information! If only Mathias understood the sheer strength and power of these flighty animals. If only he knew how intelligent they were. Horses were problem solvers when it came down to is. Fallow had done a couple tests on his animal, Putting the stallion in a simple stall while his favourite treat, peppermints, were sitting on a plate across the aisle in the barn. It too Makana maybe ten minutes to escape his stall and go munching on his reward, all while looking very pleased with his great accomplishment. Fallow didn't have a barn at home, or any kind of stall or paddock. So he let Makana wander the backyard, which wasn't fenced in yet either. Speaking of Makana, when his neck was touched, he let his eyes open and looked at the nice girl with the soft hands then lifted his head to meet her eye and blew warm air in her face, his way of saying hello. His tail swished once then he yawned and lowered his head again. Fallow tenderly rubbed the animal's thick shoulder, his hand still placed "casually" over his left eye, his right eye still a striking green as he looked at her, studying features he might have missed before. it was too dark to detect her eye colour. She did young younger than him though. Maybe around five years? He saw that she could easily be twenty or so. Around his age. This fact made him even more nervous. Oh geez! What if she was attracted to him. WHILE he covered his face. Oh dear! She could get all flirty with him and show interest until she demanded he drop his hand then looks at his face before running away screaming at the sight of it This was probably a bad thing to think, but he couldn't help himself. It was horrible. He looked at her when she asked how old his stallion was "He's six" he said simply, smiling a little, glad the awkward silence turned back toward the palomino who snorted in his sleep before shifting to lean on his other hind foot. Then he saw he clever move, she held out her right hand for him to shake, he had to shake with his left hand, since his right one was holding a stallion in place. Makana knew to stand when his boy was touching him. He gave up after a minute of staring at her hand. Dropping his shield he looked at her, ready for running and screaming as he presented his horrid face to her. All bright red, not-quite-healed skin. Presented to her. He gave her an awkward handshake then said quietly. "Hi. I'm Fallow"

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[arizona nicole cassaway.]

however, while she couldn't have a horse for the time being, she did have a fox. it was the one thing her father couldn't take away from her. so little eve was her equivalent. she was smart as a whip, but genuinely goofy. one night she'd come in to find the small fox curled up inside her pillow case. after that, she'd had to tuck her pillows into her bed so that she didn't accidentally squish the animal. but after growing up with cats, the fox didn't even know what she was, she figured that she was a feline, yet she could bark. she could fetch. it was so entertaining to watch the little red ball of energy.

looking at makana as he lifted his head up, putting it even with her own 5' 7", and blowing into her face, she laughed and shook her head, blowing into his own nose, a trick her mom had taught her when she was little. it was how horses greeted each other and it made sure that they would always remember your scent, but it seemed appropriate to greet the golden steed in his natural way as well. he really was a handsome beast, but she was still very curious as to why his owner was covering a side of his face like he was. he's six.

[/i] nodding at the answer, she could see it now. the various signs of a horse's age slowly showing themselves to her eyes.

holding her hand out to the older man, she gave him an easy smile and introduced herself. feeling slightly awkward when he didn't shake her hand at first, she felt her smile falter slightly before he took his hand off his eye and shook her hand with the opposite hand. hi. i'm fallow.[/i] she could see why he kept his eye covered now, the gruesome marks that marred his otherwise handsome face. however grotesque it may have appeared though, she could also tell how insecure he was about it, much like she had been with her ability at first. pleasure to meet you, fallow. she said easily, meeting his vividly green eyes with her own eerie silver.

she remembered her father's reaction to her telling him that she knew what people were about to do, and how not six weeks later, she'd been stuffed onto a plane and shipped off to the us like a package to the highest bidder. her step-mother screaming at her that she was a freak and jace tossing a vase at the psycho bitch who'd married their father. but that instance had caused her to be a hell of a lot more accepting of people's flaws, especially if it wasn't one that they had asked for. she was a little harsher when it came to things like drugs and drinking though, but scars or illnesses, stuttering or slurs, she pretty much took them in stride. i have a horse at home who has never seen the ocean, but shied away from water for a few years, but she loves the snow.[/b] it was a random remark, but she could see the darker patches on the stallion's legs and could tell that he'd been through the water.

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