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Bringing Uncle Kracker to a quick halt, Jaylin looked down at her, sitting tall up in the saddle. "What is it? Is somthing wrong?" She gripped her bow tighter and looked back at Kamia who looked like she was pretty bored. Jaylin always worked her harder than this, but Erika looked like she was having a good time. She smiled and turned back to look at Chessie.

Jaylin gave her a confused look, waiting for her reply. Her palms grew sweaty from gripping the wepon so tight in her left hand.

Erika looked down at Chessie. She was obviously surprised. "What?" she asked, a little nervous by Chessie's harsh tone. "Is there something wrong?"

The wealthy girl stuck her nose into the air, smirking up twistedly.

"Oh, YOU two know EXACTLY what you did to me...in there...just a few...MINUTES AGO!" Pointing furiously behind herself, Chessie sighed deeply, attempting to put on a more calm, aristocratic countenance, and barely failing.

"Those VOICES...I KNOW that ONE, or the OTHER...or...or BOTH of you were speaking to me...AT me...in those voices...DELIBERATELY TRICKING me into believing that I'd gone INSANE...OR that there were TWO OTHER PEOPLE in that arena WITH me!" Looking from one girl to the other, Chessie had the urge to throw literal rocks, but, instead, she began to cry, her tears urged on by both confusion and a show of sorrow.

"I can't UNDERSTAND why ANYBODY would want to DO EITHER of those things to someone, but, then again, YOU just did those things to ME!" Swallowing her tears, she stood taller, glaring daggers at both girls.

"You KNOW," she declared, without giving either girl the chance to explain herself, "with YOUR vocal manipulation talents, you SHOULD go into the VOICE-OVER business, and leave the EQUESTRIAN business to people who aren't SPOILED ROTTEN, VINDICTIVE, CRUEL PRANKSTERS!"

Chessie turned to leave, but then, she turned back; sighing with exaspiration, she turned away in a different direction, walking towards a tree that lined the path, kicking at a leaf with her boot.

"I HATE situations like this!", she muttered, sniffling, making a rather tragic picture on the side of the path. "I HATE exasperating, USELESS situations!"
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See Ya' Later,
Dixie Baby

Erika was completely confused. But Chessie had walked away, so there was no use asking now. They would have to sort this out when they came back. Erika looked at Jaylin and shrugged. "So, what's a gallop like?" she asked. She wasn't sure she wanted to do it right away, but she at first, wanted to know what it was like.

Jaylin sighed, very confused. "That was strange.." She said, watching Chessie walk off.

"A gallop? We can try that in a few days, We have to get the basics down first. I don't want anyone getting hurt!" Jaylin explained, reining Uncle Kracker away from Chessie, who he had been watching for a while now. "So. Which way are we going?"

Erika thought back to the first time she went to the meadow. "Well soon," she began, "we'll hit a dirt path. Than, we follow that path until it splits. One left or right. We take a left, than the trail will stop, and we're at the meadow!" Erika smiled, as this was her second time to the meadow, and she was starting to get excited. She took a deep breath, though, knowing that if she got excited Kamia excited, it wouldn't be good.

Chessie glared at the two girls as they rode away.

"I KNOW you're TALKING about me!", she said, turning away. Slowly, sighingly, she began to trudge back towards the grounds of her new home. Every breeze seemed suspicious to her now, and she was beginning to hate this place just as much as she had hated her childhood home!

Right now, her boyfriend was the only person whom she could trust, and she wasn't certain that she could trust ANYONE anymore! After all, if people were going to gaslight her into believing that she was crazy, she had no business being around THEM!

In the distance, two tomcats hissed at each other, and Chessie cringed each time that she heard the horrible sounds of the skirmish. As the sunlight filtered through the trees, she was CERTAIN that the patterns that had formed upon the ground signaled some sort of a bad omen of doom, and she quickened her pace along the middle of the path, closing her denim jacket more tightly about her torso.

When Chessie had reached the grounds once more, she looked towards the indoor arena, and suddenly, there was a knot within her stomach. She felt attracted to the place, and yet, she dared not go towards it ever again, without the company of somebody else, because she was so afraid of being tricked again.

Walking slowly towards the indoor arena, she barely dared to breathe. When she had reached the open doors, she peered inside. The lights were still off, and the place still looked as it had when she had run away from it.

Sighing, Chessie backed slowly away from the building. No, she would NEVER go back to that place unless she was accompanied by somebody else!
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See Ya' Later,
Dixie Baby

Jaylin followed Erika's instructions, she kicked Uncle Kracker up to a trot and nodded. "I wonder what that was all about?" She asked, puzzled.

Chessie walked into the ranch house, yawning. Erika's maid greeted her, but she shrank away stiffly, speaking polite words, but walking up the stairs to her room with her head held high, and her back straighter than a board.

Her bedroom was easy to find. Everything was clean, but feminine. Chessie scanned the log floorboards, the ruffly, pink and white-dressed bed that lay before her, the window to her right, the closet to her left, and the chest of drawers and the mirror that stood against the same wall that she was abreast of.

"Lovely!", she declared, and, with that, she threw herself upon the bed, face down, turning to peek behind herself at the doorway before crying into her arms about the cruel treatment that she'd received from the other young women.
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When she awoke, Chessie propped herself up on her elbows, surveying the room.

"Flora Quintessa! I KNOW that you're here, and if we don't LEAVE, we will be in IMMEDIATE DANGER!"

Gasping, Chessie sat straight up.

"I KNOW that you're FAKING that voice, so you can just...STOP this childish JOKE!" The blue-eyed girl tried to make her escape from the bed, but the close sound of footfall froze every muscle in her body, and she began to breathe more quickly.

"PLEASE, Flora! Get your HORSE! If we can't leave TONIGHT, I don't even wish to THINK about what might happen!"

The hand that touched Chessie's cheek was non-existent, and yet, she felt that hand, as though it were that of her boyfriend Joseph!

"Don't TOUCH me!", she cried suddenly, grasping the comforter with both hands. "I don't HAVE my horse yet, and...and you KNOW it, you KNOW it, so, please, PLEASE, PLEASE stop TORTURING me...WHOMEVER you are!"

When she felt as though somebody were grasping her about the waist, Chessie screamed, hiding her face in her hands, and the maid came rushing to her doorway.

"Young lady! Are you ALRIGHT? Are you SICK?"

Sobbing, the 18-year-old fell upon the bed, lost in her private fears; when the maid touched her shoulder, she turned around.

"NO!", she screamed. "Get AWAY from me! It was YOU! YOU were behind this, and you don't even know me well enough to have a REASON to hurt me! How DARE you?"

Rising from the bed, Chessie Ann D'Garlon advanced on the maid, and with each protestation that the poor woman made, Chessie backed her further and further towards the doorway, glaring into her eyes more ferociously with each passing second.

"You're CRAZY!", gasped the maid. "You've GOT to be! I-I TOLD Erika's parents to consider being here to actually MEET the new boarders, but THEY chose to let ERIKA stay here ALONE, and so...here we...are...and..."

Chessie slammed her bedroom door in the maid's face.

"Here I am!", declared the maid, huffing down the stairs, as though it were time for a serious talk with Erika.

"Good RIDDANCE...to bad RUBBISH!" stated Chessie, walking towards the mirror.

"Who does she think she IS?", the girl inquired, shaking her hair out of its smart style. Tilting her round face to the side, she gave herself a superior glance of satisfaction, before returning to the bed.

Sinking down onto the comforter, Chessie allowed herself to imagine, once more, her mystery man, and his desire for her, so that when next the maid opened the door a crack, just to check on the girl, she found her sighing to herself, and she rolled her eyes, before descending the staircase again.

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Humans:
Name: Paige Grace
Age(18+):18
Gender:Female
Boyfriend/Girlfriend:Nope
Personality:Warm-hearted, popular and conscientious. Tend to put the needs of others over their own needs. Feel strong sense of responsibility and duty. Value traditions and security. Interested in serving others. Need positive reinforcement to feel good about herself. Well-developed sense of space and function. She is a natural born rebel and you care less what others think of you because she already has it written in stone of who she is. She is aggressive in achieving anything that she sets her mind on and she follow through with her plans to the very end. She also have a bit of a temper and she also hold grudges. She likes to stay active physically as well as mentally and she needs to be with people who knows how to keep up with her. Any sort of weakness or slowness she despise.
Best Event:Barrel Racing and Western
Job: Helps out other people with their horses. (Not a stable hand nor a vet)
Other: She loves animals
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Horses:
Name:Secret Journey
Age:5
Gender:Mare
Mate:Open
Personality:A splash of everything.
Best Event:Western and Barrel Racing
Other:Nope
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You're in, VanishedValleys! Good job.

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"Me, too," Erika asked. "Who knows, though." She chuckled to herself, smiling. Suddenly, her phone rang. Glancing at Jaylin before picking it up, she answered,"Hello?"

After a few minutes, Erika hung up and said good-bye. She seemed close to tears. She turned to Jaylin. "My mom, she's very ill. The hospital doesn't know if she will make it. They want me to come, but I can't leave this place. Oh, this is the hardest descision I have to make. Oh Jaylin, what should I do?" She let out a little sob.

~Felicity~
Name: Felicity May Remington
Age(18+): 18 years
Gender: Female
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: None
Personality: Felicity is a very sweet and very bright girl with a will to learn and to be a good girl. She loves to try new things and her favorite thing to do when she isn't in competitions is to go bareback riding with her favorite horse, Scout. She has a slight fear of snakes and she really hates spiders. She is not a fighter and not once will you hear her complain. Felicity is a hard worker and loves to be around horses. She makes friends easily.
Best Event: Barrel Racing
Job:
Other: Felicity was born in Munich, Germany, growing up there until she was only a few months old. She was sent to America at the age of 5 years old to learn to speak English. Felicity is fluent in both languages now. A few years of getting settled into America her parents came down with her, offering to buy her a horse so she could stay busy this summer. Taking her to a reputable auctioneer they found her the prettiest and sweetest gelding there. She bought the beautiful gelding at auction that morning and took him home that very day. Felicity named the gelding Scout, referring to her brother who died at birth. She moved to this equestrian center to meet new people who love horses just as much as she does.
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~Scout~
Name: Scout
Age: 4 years old
Gender: Gelding
Mate: None
Personality: Scout is a daring, bold yet submissive gelding with a sweet attitude and a loving disposition. Scout loves being with Felicity and has never once thrown her off or even tried to. He enjoys being in the pastures and in the arenas. Scout is a bit reclusive and he likes to be alone sometimes. When he wants to he can be a little stubborn and a bit feisty but overall he is an amazing horse.
Best Event: Barrel Racing
Other: Stable hand and barrel racer
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~Ryan~
Name: Ryan Todd Douglas Jr.
Age(18+): 21 years old
Gender: Man
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: None
Personality: Ryan is a very sweet boy with a very loving personality, he loves animals and he really loves horses. Ryan had been hospitalized a few months ago and he has a little trouble with his shoulder. He had gotten in a car accident. Ryan is going to make a full recovery soon but too much pulling and stress could make his arm worse. Ryan is very gentle by nature and he just adores being with people. He helps when he can and tries not to be a burden on anyone. Ryan enjoys doing things on his own but knows that when he needs help, he should ask someone.
Best Event: Barrel Racing
Job: Stable hand and a barrel racer
Other: He has two Rottweiler dogs, Bear and Diesel. Ryan owns Comet and Titanic.
History:
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~Titanic~
Name: Titanic
Age: 6 years old
Gender: Gelding
Mate: None
Personality: He is very gentle and very loving. He adores new people and meeting new horses. Being the gelding he is, towards humans he is very submissive but towards other geldings or stallions, he is very dominant. Titanic is perfect for children but is only for experienced riders since he can get excited and throw new comers on accident. Light & sensitive to handle yet not over-reactive. Intelligent, quick to learn. Willing to please. Good for farrier, easy to deworm, vaccinate, and bathes. Loads and trailers without fuss.
Best Event: Barrel Racing
Other: Nothing
History: Titanic was born on a horse farm, as an actual planned birth. The owner decided to mix the two hard working breeds to create a beautiful but strong horse, such as Titanic. After a couple months Ryan finally contacted the owner about wanted to buy Titanic. It took Ryan almost 3 weeks to gather enough money to buy this beautiful colt, and when he did the two became an inseperable pair. Ryan gave Titanic his name as he aged, seeing how big he had gotten over the years. Titanic had won his first cattle roping contest when he was 3 years old, proving to be a very reliable horse. Ever since those events, Ryan and Titanic grew a strong bond that nobody could break. But a few months after Ryan's 18th birthday he had gotten in an accident, breaking his left shoulder. After them being seperated for so long Titanic actually got depressed, not eating much or leaving the barn. In hopes that his beloved owner might return. One day though, Titanic actually broke out of his stall and wandered all over town, looking desperately for his owner till one man took him back to the ranch. Titanic was heart broken, thinking that his best friend was gone. But little did he know, Ryan was coming home in the next 2 weeks.
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~Kit~
Name: Kit Anthony Mays
Age(18+): 21 years old
Gender: Man
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: None
Personality: Growing up Kit was more of a quiet and more self reserved type of guy. Although he makes friends easily he just prefers to be with his horses or be working. There isn't a day in his life where he hasn't worked. Kit is very quiet and a little shy when you first meet him but once you get to know him he is a such a sweet and loving guy. He doesn't tolerate anyone talking about him or wanting to fight him. He welcomes challenges, although it isn't recommended to throw hands with this guy.
Traits: Very athletic, strong, and a hard worker
Best Event: Barrel Racing
Job: Stable hand
Other: Has a dog named Rocky
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History: All of his life Kit has worked on a farm as a stable hand. He never took a day off in his life from working. Over the years he's only had about 2 girlfriends and that was it for him. After the second breakup he swore off dating unless he was sure that he was going to marry this one. Kit got his first horse when he was actually 3 years old, loosing that horse to colic sadly when he was 20. Shortly after though Kit bought another horse, Comet, soon becoming his lifetime friend. Kit met this girl named Amber when he was 20 years old, soon falling in love and marrying her. But what he didn't know was that she had throat cancer... Soon loosing her as well when he was only 21. It took a heavy toll on Kit's heart, from then on he really then did keep to himself but mainly around women that reminded him of Amber.
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~Comet~
Name: Comet
Age: 5 years old
Gender: Stallion
Mate: None
Personality: Comet is a very active and very sporty stallion. Comet has loads of energy and he loves to run. Comet is tame for the most part but he always has his wild spirit. Comet is a very sweet stallion. Comet is the type of stallion you'd just want to lather in kisses all day long. He is a very kind and noble stallion and he loves to be with his owner.
Best Event: Barrel Racing
Other: None
History: Comet's father was a championship stud, his mother was a championship show jumper. Comet was raised on a breeding farm, thankfully never got to breed some mare he didn't know. Comet had been sold from farm to farm for high prices of money. At first, all Comet wanted was to have a lot of people want him. But he soon realized, his true passion, was running. Comet had spent many hours a day running around in the lush pastures. His owner, a 14 year old girl named Ginger, had noticed those long stares at the mountains. She opened the gate for Comet, deciding she would let him roam free. Comet walked slowly out of the pasture, but soon he busted into a full blown run at the mountains. Loving freedom already. Comet stopped and turned, rearing up and whinnying happily. Comet smiled and turned, running back and to the mountains. Staying in the safe caverns and trails up and over the mountains onto the land beyond. Comet loved being free, but just as predicted his needs as a horse were not met while he was free. Soon roaming back onto a ranch and getting resold to a man named Ryan. From there, Kit and Comet share a history.
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You are accepted. (I loved Felicity's bio by the way.)

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