[Eli] a job never ends.

[ericajohnson]

the equine's legs flowed smoothly over the ground, carrying his frame over a large amount of ground. despite his large stature, when his hooves hit the ground, it was only a soft 'thud' that was heard. the soft dirt created a small cloud as his feet hit and left the earth. his hunter canter was simply amazing today. his head lowered into the frame it should be in, his ears flicking around, listening to all the sounds of the world. his rider only sat upon his back, going along for the ride. her small, gentle hands held themselves above his withers, going along with the movement of his body as he cantered.

as death and erica moved into the final lap of the wonderful canter, the horse unexpectedly stumbled. his dome was quickly pulled up, and soon both horse and rider were moving around again. however, there was a sudden, 'unevenness', that erica felt. so with a gentle pull on the reins, death slowly slowed down to a halt. more dirt flew forward as he situated himself. once stopped, the young women lifted her feet out of the stirrups, and slid off the animal. erica gently patted his shoulder as she looked around for the problem. with no error in sight, she took hold of one of the reins, and led the large horse towards the mounting block. as she got closer to it, her eyes caught sight of something shining on the ground. with question in her blue eyes, erica quickly made her way to it.

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"i can't believe it .. you lost a shoe." erica said irritatedly towards the horse. death only gazed at her with question in his eyes. after taking a few seconds to calm herself, the girl went over to the horse and picked up the hoof missing the shoe. she didn't know how he lost it, but it had to be put back on for her to ride. so pulling her cell out of her pocket, erica quickly dialed a farriers number, and left a voicemail.

'hey , i need a horses shoe put back on. sometime soon would be great. i'm erica and the horses name is death. i should be there when you are. okay ? gracias. adios.'

once she had finished, she gently slipped her phone back into her pocket, and began to untack the horse. his body hot from riding, but not enough to be hosed. she once the tack was placed away, the horse was left alone to relax.

a bit irritated, erica slowly walked out towards her car. the new, black mustang sat in the drive. the windshield covered to keep out the heat. once close, erica pulled open the door and grabbed a drink out her purse. the blue gatorade was wet in her hands. once she had gotten it, she slammed the door behind her, and took a seat on the end of her car. nothing to do now, but wait 'till she finished her chores before she could go home.

ooc : ugh ... sorry it gets kinda iffy at the end. lol. but its a starting post haha (:

[valkyrie]

ooc :: This is going to be a bit rushed, I’m on a college computer and only have a little while before my next class, sorry!

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The filly’s hoofs beat a hard rhythm across the ground. Her mane and tail flew through the air as though they had minds of their own. Wall eyes rolled gleefully in their sockets and she stretched to her limits in the paddock, running playful circles around her human handler as he jogged across the pasture, waving her off when she came too close with wild arm gestures and loud laughter.

“Get on!” As the filly veered a little on the close side, the dark haired young man reached out and aimed a slap at the powerfully built youngster. Justice took off again, kicking up her heels wildly. Her owner, on the other hand, took off the opposite way, jogging towards the fence and vaulting over before the gregarious youngster realized where he was. “Ha! Fooled you!” His voice caught her attention again, and she trotted up to the paddock fence, thrusting her nose out for a pat. “Pest.” Eli vocalized affectionately. “See you and Playboy tomorrow.”

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The trek back to the main barn only took a few minutes. Eli checked his tack, a habit he’d developed years ago, and walked on out. His eyes glanced in the direction of the Mustang, noting that the car had not been there when he’d arrived early that morning, then slid to rest on his mud-splattered truck that sat a few yards back. The young man crossed the drive without a backwards thought, thinking only on heading home and taking a long shower before feeding the dog and heading in for an early night. His back ached from fighting with Justice and his arm was slightly sore and discolored from where she kicked him while he was trimming her back hooves that morning.

As he slid into the drivers’ seat and turned the ignition, a flashing caught his eye. Moving the truck into drive, Eli picked up his cell, wondering who’d called and half-expecting it to have been a wrong number. He unlocked the keypad and listened intently to the message.

“Huh…” It wasn’t what he expected. After listening to the message again, and then checking the time it had been received -not too long ago-, he pulled the truck back into the parking spot and cut the engine. After sitting in silence for a moment, he pulled the cell back and pressed the redial button, letting the cell ring the last caller to his phone. How ironic… voicemail.

“This is Eli, the farrier. I’m already at the barn. I can meet you in fifteen to twenty minutes. Horses name is Death? I’ll meet you at his stall.”

Short and to the point, the way Eli liked. He flipped the cell phone closed and set it back down in the seat. Reaching into the dash, he grabbed a Twix and peeled the wrapper back, biting off half before rubbing some over-the-counter muscle-relief cream onto his bruised arm and getting out of the vehicle. It would only take a few minutes to get his farrier equipment together, and he could already feel the effects of the Mineral Ice.