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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] imagine all the people , living in a world of peace The Words: go here The Outfit: click it The Notes yay casey and deacon He questioned why he bought this horse. The indoor arena was a disaster in the making because this stupid bitch of a mare thought it'd be cool to throw as many bucks as she wanted when Deacon didn't want it. She knew just the right time to kick up her back legs and throw him for a toss, which ended up with a few bruises on his back and arms, possibly his ass. Charisse knew this bothered him because the reins were tighter, the barrel turns more disorganized, and the wrong lead everywhere they went. Just a disaster in the making. Dammit, horse! Deacon strode around, hitting the wall with his fist while the dunalino mare pranced her way around, making him hate her with a passion. She was well behaved doing ground work but something about having a human control her made her go bat shit crazy. Stupid horse. He stared at her and folded his arms, flicking the sweat from his forehead and biting his lip. Baby come on, daddy wants to make you a champion mare so you can have lots of champion babies. Deacon, no matter how livid he was, walked calmly over to the mare and tightened the cinch up again, mounting quickly before she could take a bite at him. He loosened the reins but maintained contact with with the chain bit in her mouth, bending her to the right then to the left. She got the hang of that. With a left lead, he loped her down the middle with a counter bend, teaching her to switch her leads and bend the opposite way. Charisse tossed her head a few times and he tightened the reins slightly, bending his elbows in a little more to keep her head up. This would be the last time he was going to run a pattern with her today, then he was going to let her cool off and out into the pasture unless a certain blonde stopped by.. then he'd have to show off, which would be nice. Loping a circle at the right lead, Deacon kissed at her to speed up and crow hopped and as turned her around the first barrel, but managed a quick lead swap and the correct bend around two. He grinned and kissed her for more speed and got the correct response. The turn was well executed and he pushed her for home, checking her whoa before the wall rushed up on them. Good girl, sweetie. He reached down and rubbed her shoulder, loosening the reins and letting her walk with his feet out of the stirrups. The mare walked slowly, breathing heavily out her nostrils and snorting. Deacon slapped her round Quarter horse rear and stretched, staring out the bay door of the indoor arena, hoping for a blonde to appear that he knew would be Casey. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[CASEY DAE RIO]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head. Say, I don't mind you under my skin. I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in. TAGGED: vegalicious! WORDS: pfft The tall, slender blonde haired woman sighed softly as she tacked up the bay Thoroughbred mare. She had been down lately and it was mostly because she always thought of Deacon. She hadn't seen him in so long, it was really starting to get to her. Deep down she knew that they were meant for each other. And their separation had been weird, unplanned, and just plain annoying. She tightened the cinch a little tighter than she should have and caused Foxy to flick her tail in annoyance. She loosened it a bit. "Sorry, girl." She finished saddling up the young mare and led her out of the barn and towards the indoor arena. From a distance Casey could hear a guy what sounded like, going crazy on his horse. She stood on her tippy toes and looked over the indoor arena wall. Her eyes widened with shock when she saw that it was Deacon! She immediately opened the arena door and walked in, leading Foxy behind her, then closing it once they were in. "Deacon!!" She ran over to him, Foxy trotting behind her, and wrapped her arms around him. She held him close. "I can't believe you're here! I don't know what happened to you. I missed you. God, how I missed you." She let go from the embrace and stepped back to admire him. He was still the sexy man she remembered him as. Casey couldn't help but blush. She turned her head and looked at Foxy and hoped that he wouldn't notice. She turned around completely to Foxy to just be sure. She tightened the cinch and mounted atop the mare. Casey smiled big at Deacon. "I don't think you've had the pleasure of meeting Foxy. She's my prospect race horse, playing a western pony for me today." She patted the mare's bay neck and ran her fingers through her black mane. Her brown eyes glanced over at his very stunning, Quarter Horse mare. "She's a pretty one." She glanced at Deacon again, trying not to blush. Stop it! You never act like this around other guys, why should be he any different? You're acting like a fourteen year old trying to get laid. Quit it out. The blonde pushed the thoughts out of her mind, her smile widening. She was just so glad to see Deacon again. Words could honestly not explain. NOTES: yah you sexay thing thurr, you're pretty! (:

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