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ID (pic) : ID
Full Name: Gary Torres
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 135lbs
Build:Lean, toned
Eye color: Ice blue
Hair Color: Black
Skin tone: Olive
Form of Transportation: ATV X
Trailer plate number (license plate): SPG-98G
Type of pet, breed and gender,Name: German Shepherd Siberian Husky mix x Meshack, Male


ID: DeSoto
Full Name:DeSoto
Called:Desoto
Age:6
Breed(s): Paint Horse
Birth-date: May 17, 2005
Gender: Stallion
Height: 16hh
Weight: 1,100 lbs
Sire: Prairies Smoke
Dam: Moonlit Fog
Looks-
Pelt Color(s): Bay
Pelt Markings:Tobiano with ink spots
Leg Markings: bay blotch extending down the farthest on the left front leg markings extend down all legs to elbow or knee.
Face Markings:bald face
Eyes-
Left: blue
Right: blue
Hooves-
Left Hind:black
Right Hind: black
Left Front: black
Right Front: black
Mane Color(s): white, brown forelock
Length: middle of neck
Tail Color(s): brown and white
Length: hocks
Scar(s): none
Temperament: Mellow, very alert. Smart, but can be a smart ass now and again
Discipline(s): Western and show jumping, cross country.

Pulling up to the camp in his Silverado, Gary eyed the eerie camp. It seemed friendly but from all the stomping around in the trailer he was towing..something was off. Brushing it off, considering the long car ride and anxiety may play a part in this, he waited in the parkinglot as he filled out his registration forms and got a permit to hang on the rearview mirror. Once he handed the forms back he drove back to his side of the camp, following the dirt winding roads to the stables where he was to unhitch and park in the parking lot on that side. Once he was done he rushed back to the trailer on his quad with Meshack following behind as well as exploring to unload DeSoto who was protesting loudly. Once he reached the steel cabin he shut his quad off and went to the back doors. "Easy boy," He cooed into the dark trailer and soft worried nickers shook the metal as hooves stomped away flies that had already invaded. He had the utmost trust in Desoto, though according to the rules he had to unload the animal himself. "Come on boy easy" He said softly as he backed him from the trailer and he gave a rear as he got out and Gary let some slack in the rope. "Woaah." He said in a velvety voice. DeSoto still kept up at his antics like he wasnt even listening then--blinded by fear--he lashed out at Gary with his mouth open and teeth bared. Gary had to snap him out of this spell. Taking the palm of his hand he swung under the stallion's belly with a loud smack, hard enough to snap him out of it, but it wasnt enough to hurt him. "Easy!" He barked and with his nostrils flared DeSoto looked around and to him and began to calm down.

ID (pic) : Link
Full Name: Blair Mirthwood
Age: 18,5 years.
Height: 5'3
Weight: N/A
Build: Thin. Not atheletically fit, or supermodel slim, but just downright skinny.
Eye color: Pale ice-blue, flecked with silver.
Hair Color: Raven's wing black.
Skin tone: Pale.
Form of Transportation: Black Yamaha FZ16 motorbike.
Trailer plate number (license plate): ZA-5784
Type of pet, breed and gender: Horse, see below.


ID: Link
Full Name: Moonfire
Called: Moony
Age: 4 Years
Breed(s): Thoroughbred
Birth-date: 23 November 2006
Gender: Gelding
Height: 16,2hh
Weight: 500kg
Sire: Dynasty
Dam: Model Mode
Looks-
Pelt Color(s): Bay
Pelt Markings: N/A
Leg Markings: Knee high black stockings
Face Markings: A small crescent-moon star
Eyes-
Left: Brown
Right: Brown
Hooves-
Left Hind: N/A
Right Hind: N/A
Left Front: N/A
Right Front: N/A
Mane Color(s): Black
Length: Neatly pulled
Tail Color(s): Black
Length: Full and thick, down to his fetlocks.
Scar(s): N/A
Temperament: Sweet, playful and friendly. He is far more sociable than his owner - though he shares her fiery streak, and can be difficult and unpredictable at times.
Discipline(s): Showjumping and Eventing - his favourite is cross country.

Blair arrived at the camp at the same time that her horse did - Moonfire in the trailer towed by her father, and Blair on her bike. She had followed behind the trailer the whole way, keeping a hawk's eye on her horse. Moony meant the world to her - and frankly, she didn't trust her father with the precious horse.
Thus, it was with intense relief that she dismounted from her bike, and hurried over to the trailer. She was backing Moony out before her father had even opened the car door.
With Moony snorting and prancing beside her, Blair barely noticed her father's departure. If he said goodbye, then she didn't hear - but frankly, she doubted he would have. He had seemed frightfully keen to be rid of her... Not that she minded. She preferred spending time with horses, anyway - and this seemed like exactly her sort of place.
Moony whinnied excitedly, throwing his dainty head high into the air, but Blair quietened the big gelding with a soothing pat on his neck. He responded by swining his head around and nudging her gently with his muzzle. She patted his cheek, then turned her head to see what he was staring at. Just a few short meters away, a boy around her own age was unloading a handsome Paint stallion from a trailer. She watched the horse gladly for a while - but when her eyes fell upon the boy, she shifted instinctively closer to Moony, and clucked softly to him.
"Come on, Buddy." She murmured, "Let's go somewhere quieter..."

DeSoto saw the other horse being unloaded and his attention shifted from the horse then down to the grass and he began to sniff and munch on a few blades of grass. Shaking his head with a chuckle he walked towards his truck and let his dog out who began doing his own investigation of his new home for the summer. "Meshack, come here!" He said playfully and bent down and patted his knees urging him on and to play. "Get over here!" He playfully growled again and ruffled his fur and took out one of his tug of war toys and started playing with him.

Soon after both got comfortable he led them to the stables. Finding his stall number, Gary led DeSoto in and let him get a drink from the automatic filling buckets. "You two be good, I'll be back" He told the both of them, and shut the door locking both Meshack and DeSoto in the stall together. He didn't worry about the two being in the same stall, they were best friends. He could trust them. So with that he went back to the trailer unloading his quad and loading it up with everything he would need to put in the tack room, everything else was in the living quarters of his trailer that was already being towed back to the campsite to be hooked up.

Blair lead Moony to his allotted stall, and opened the door to let him inside. He seemed pleased with the bed of thick straw, and promptly proceeded to lie down and roll in it, groaning in sheer ecstasy. He always was quick to settle in...
Blair watched him fondly for a moment, then turned her attention to the horse in the next stall. It was the same Paint stallion she had seen on her arrival...
She offered the horse a flat hand, and once he had sniffed and lipped curiously at her open palm, she began scratching nose gently.
For a while she was calm - then she heard footsteps behind her, and jumped as though an electric shock had run through her. The startled Paint retreated back into his stall, and Blair promptly fled - locking herself in Moony's stall, and pretending to busy herself picking shavings out of his tail - eyes averted.
She really didn't want to talk to anybody...

"What are you scared of?" He chuckled from behind the girl as he laid his saddle down on the stand in this tack stall. "He wont bite I promise," He added and turned to the girl. Then looked at her horse, he loved tall strong horses, and this certainly was one. "Well I'm Gary, figures we should know eachother if our horses are gonna be neighbors" He chuckled and Meshack jumped up and put his front paws up on the stall door eagerly looking at the girl. "He wont bite either the lug nut" he chuckled and patted the dog's head.

From somewhere outside the stall, Blair heard those five words that she had come to hear so often, and still loathed just as much as she had the first time she had heard them. "What are you scared of?"
It wasn't a question she could answer, so she didn't. She just blushed, and continued picking imaginary shavings from Moony's spotless tail. Fortunately - or perhaps unfortunately - the boy went on speaking despite her silence.
For all Gary's friendly greetings, introductions and reassurances, Blair had only three words - and they hardly made sense, except in response to his final statement.
"So I see."
She spoke barely above a whisper, but her words were accompanied by a gesture - a brief pat on the head for the dog, but not so much as an upward glance for Gary. She stayed close to Moon, who nickered and nodded his head in a friendly fashion, hoping that this new stranger was enough of a sucker to offer him carrots.
"Hush." Blair whispered to her horse, patting his sleek shoulder.
Moony ignored her. He did not respect his owner when she acted so timid and insignificant...

He chuckled at the horse and only offered an empty hand under his muzzle, "Not unless your mommy says I can give you treats mister" He chuckled and patted his cheek. He guessed that she was of the shy kind, which he could understand, he was like that too. He patted the door a couple of times, a coping thing maybe? Then turned to finish unpacking his things in the tack room. A short time went by with no further conversation until he heard a shriek from her and her horse and the hiss of some creature and he rushed out and let Meshack out of the stall only for him to start pawing at Moon's door growling. With a bat that he had brought with him he walked over to Moon's stall and peered in from behind Meshack's body and looking down he saw a fox, a rabid one at that, he could tell by how sickly he looked. "Shit" He muttered and feared that Moon would spook and hurt himself or worse, get bitten. "Get your horse out, slowly" He said and unlatched the door slowlly sliding it open. "Meshack Stay" he told him quietly and the dog stood and growled viscously. The unsuspecting fox continued to stagger around in the back of the stall as the horse was led out into the walkway and now Gary began to think of a way to get it out without anyone getting hurt. He spotted an empty cat crate and keeping his eyes on the creature he reached back and plucked it from who ever had it with their things and put it in the stall with the door open. "Meshack, herd it" He said and Meshack stalked behind it and being very careful and intimidating he managed to push it into the cage and gary slammed it shut locking it in there. "I'll have to kill it" He said with a grim sigh talking to himself and petting Meshack. "I'll do it in the woods." He said thinking out loud again and took the crate leaving it outside for now.

By the time Gary had got the fox out of the stall, Blair was clinging to Moony's short mane, feeling rather faint. She kept the horse's warm bulk comfortingly close as she cowered beside him in the stable aisle.
She didn't know what she was so afraid of... She was usually good in these situations - but something about the pitiful look in the sick fox's face had been too much for her to bear.
There was horrible silence for a while as she stared unseeingly at the crate, and the fox beneath it. Finally, she murmured two simple words.
"Thank you..." Then, she added a few more.
"I don't know what I'd have done if Moony..." She trailed off - apparently the thought of her beloved horse being hurt was too much to bear.
The strange thing was, despite the scare, her voice showed very little emotion.
Even more strange was the fact that it didn't seem to concern her in the slightest that she might have been bitten...

"Well she wont be bitten or even come close to that again, not as long as I'm your neighbor" He smiled comfortingly and took her fragile frame by the shoulders gently. "Just sit down for a bit and catch your breath" He said quietly and walked her and Moony over to his camping chair that was by the tack stall. It was pretty comfortable for being made out of plastic and canvas. But It was all he had with him. "He must have been under the hay before you brought Moony in" He said and gave her a bottle of cold water. Patting Moon's side he passed him with DeSoto's blanket since he could feel the temperature dropping, DeSoto's joints never do very well when the seasons start to change, but once he gets used to it, he's fine. Slipping the blanket over his neck and head he latched it under his belly and smoothed it out and handed him a treat and he munched away. Walking back out he gave Moony one. "Good boy" He said and patted his cheek.

Blair felt instantly uncomfortable when she felt Gary's hands on her shoulders, and suddenly she wished she hadn't spoken at all... Still, she was not one to make a scene, so she let him lead her over to the chair - her incoherent mumbles of "I'm fine" lost in Moony's hoofbeats as the oblivious gelding followed her amiably. Clearly, he had no idea that his life had been threatened.
She watched Moony closely as she took the bottle of water Gary offered, and sipped it mutely.
When she was done, she stood up again -already bored of sitting.
She absentmindedly began pulling Moony's mane, as was her wont when she wasn't sure what to do with herself.
A moment later, however, she was forced to stop - since Moony had begun throwing his head up and down in sheer delight as he munched on Gary's treat. He nipped playfully at the boy as Gary reached out to pat his cheek, and Blair murmured a soft reprimand.
Moony's head swung around, and the pair stared at each other a moment.
"No." Blair repeated. Moony snorted disinterestedly, and swished his tail - then began pawing at the bricks of the stable floor - his metal shoe scraping horribly along the ground.
Blair shook her head, and seized his halter, leading him back toward the stall.
Without so much as a backward glance at Gary, she began tacking the horse up.
"I'm riding out." She murmured softly.
It may not have seemed it, but this subtle statement was her way of inviting Gary to go with her, if he wished... Though she had to admit, she still hoped that he would say no.
She wanted to be quiet and alone... That was how she was supposed to be.

He for some reason loved the sound of steel on concrete, it made him feel like he was home. Not home like house home, but home...where he felt safe, loved, and where his heart felt like it should be. Before he could get lost in his mind and heart again her voice brought him out of it. I'm riding out he heard and looked at her. "Alright, I'll probably do the same a little later, just so i know where I'm goin and all" he said and shrugged, "Be careful out there, and if you want to later tonight" he began with a tone in his voice that almost seemed like he was suggesting she'd go or to smooth a fight, "Im having a barbecue at my trailer on the Ohachi Trail, with me and a couple of friends, you can stop by" He said with a smile and retreated back into his tack room to finish unpacking his things.

Blair murmured some dim, half-hearted excuse about 'stuff to do' - but Gary was gone before he could hear it. Shrugging, she swung herself up into Moony's saddle, and rode out.

***

It was late evening when Blair returned from her ride, and she rushed through her chores - untacking and grooming Moony, and mucking out his stall as quickly as she could - since she was terrified that she would bump into Gary, and be forced to go to the barbecue... It really wasn't her scene. No social scene was her scene... She just wanted to have a quiet evening on her own - perhaps reading a book, or listening to music...
But alas, just as she was finishing up, she heard somebody approaching.

DeSoto was resting in his stall leaning against the back wall with a creak and it settled. He sighed softly and perked his ears up at the sound of Moony walking back and being put in his stall, then the scraping of the pitchforks and shovels cleaning it out. His overhead light was out and his stall was a dark corner of the barn. Gary was no where near there. As the sun began to set, Gary's friends began to show up at his trailer and the food was done. The aroma flooded the woods and that side of the camp ground. Gary tossed a bone towards Meshack and he happily gnawed away. "Gar, somethins eatin you. Whats goin on?" Tony asked patting him on the shoulder and sat next to him. But Gary was silent, he didnt speak, he only chased a scrap of rib around his plate at the table. "She hates me" he said finally that was barely audible over the talking on the other side of the table. "Dude, come on, she does not. She's new here! None of us have ever seen her here before." Tony began but he was cut off when Gary got up and took the sickly fox in his crate. "I'll be back, I have to go kill a fox" He said taking his rifle from the trailer and walking out to the woods with a shovel under his arm too to burry the thing after he was done. He found a spot deep in the woods and thick brush surrounded him as well as a few rocks. Letting the creature stagger out he loaded his gun and before he could finish the animal collapsed, he was close to death by now, no point in letting him suffer any longer. He took a deep breath and cocked the gun.
The gunshot echoed throughout the whole camp, now the only sound that filled the woods was the digging and covering up of the corpse. throwing some heavy rocks over the grave, it was time to get back to the party. By now it was pitch black, Gary didnt have a flashlight with him. He didn't think to bring one. He sighed and still with a shovel on one shoulder and his gun the other he walked back towards the distant lights from his trailer. He felt like he was being watched..then followed. He could hear footsteps trying to match his but he could tell that they weren't his. Nor were they human. He stopped and turned around but saw nothing, heard nothing. As soon as he began to turn around...he heard a howl, a long mournful howl echo through the trees and dense brush. That spooked him enough to where he turned white and trotted back to camp only to regain his cool once more to host the rest of the party and clean up. Once it was curfew and he was cleaned up he called Meshack in and tossed his bone in the trash and latched the lid on top of it. Now he began to unpack his clothes as Meshack lay asleep on his bed by the couch. As he unpacked his mind began to drift back to the woods, what could have been following him. That bugged him enough to keep him awake. Not only did the noises bother him...but so did she. He felt an attraction to this girl he had met, but he thought he was crazy! He didnt even know her name yet. Would she ever tell him? Would he ever get more than a couple words out of her? These thoughts kept him awake, he feared that he wouldnt get a good sleep tonight.



[[here is the inside of his trailer the stairs lead to his room XD http://blogs.cars.com/.a/6a00d83451b3c669e20111684620af970c-800wi ]

Blair kept dead still as the footsteps faded away - then she crept silently out of the stable, and hurried toward her trailer. It was on the opposite side of the campsite to Gary's, she realised as she quickened her pace.
As she was walking, the footsteps she had heard earlier started again - abruptly, and just as close as they had been the last time.
Frowning in suspicion, she turned and glanced around, eyebrows drawn together in a frown.
Seeing nothing, she shrugged, and continued onward.
Her trailer was near the forest, and the closer she got to it, the quicker the footsteps behind her seemed to get. She glanced back over her shoulder several times, but every time nothing was there.
She swallowed thickly, beginning to feel nervous now, and fumbled with her key when she reached the trailer door. Suddenly, she heard what sounded like a low growl beside her, and she wheeled around - alarmed.
At first she saw nothing - but then she noticed a pair of large, fierce eyes glinting at her from the forest.
Slowly, so slowly, she took a step back... She waited with bated breath, hoping that the thing would vanish again - but a faint snapping of twigs told her that she was wrong.
It was following.
In one gasp of breath, her courage left her, and she wheeled around and ran as fast as she could away from the forest. Not once did she look back over her shoulder, but she imagined that she could still hear footsteps behind her.
She ran instinctively for the only trailer that was still lit up. Before she could reach it, she tripped, tearing her black jeans, and skinning her knees badly. But she didn't even seem to notice the pain - she merely leaped to her feet, and resumed running - little hysterical gasps communicating her fear.
Finally, she reached the trailer - and ran right into the door in her desperation. Breath locked in her throat, she let her small fists hammer against the door - the hair on the back of her neck rising as though she expected something to leap on her at any moment...

But nothing was there. Not a single trace...

Gary jumped at the slam on his door and he could hear the hurried breaths outside and rushed over to the door. Meshack quickly picked his head up and barked a couple times as if there was something wrong not an intruder, but someone who needed sanctuary. He unlocked his door and was met by the girl who, with her momentum was thrown foward into his chest where he caught her. "My god, what's wrong?" He asked in shock and looked down at her for a moment. She was covered in dirt and twigs, his eyes dropping down to her knees instinctively following the metallic smell of blood he saw her knees. "Jesus," He gasped and without even thinking he swept her up off her feet and carried her to the couch and let her sit. "Stay here," He said and darted to the bathroom for his first aid kit. Upon coming back out he began to slow down and calm down, no use adding to the panic. He sat down and offered to help clean her knees up with a warm washcloth. "You want to do this? Or me?" He asked.

Blair felt one brief jab of irritation through her panic as Gary lifted her off her feet. The last thing she wanted when she felt she was being chased was to have her feet taken out from under her.
"I'm fine!" She objected, squirming quickly away when he put her down, and running to the door - still unaware of her skinned knees.
She stared out over the campsite, heart thundering n her throat, and there, in the shadows, she saw...
Blair frowned, peering more closely around the campsite. The second glance was no different to the first.
She saw nothing.
She staggered back a step, feeling terribly stupid. "Th-there was..." She stuttered quietly, face quickly flushing with shame. "I saw-"
She broke off, biting her lip and dropping her gaze to the ground.
What had she seen? Even she couldn't answer that. Perhaps she had imagined it...
"Sorry..." She mumbled, waving off the washcloth that he offered her. "It's nothing, I- ... I was just being stupid, I guess..." She swallowed thickly, and shifted her weight uncomfortably from foot to foot - finally noticing the blood on her knees with mild interest.
Shrugging it off, she began creeping back toward the door. "I guess I'd better..." She trailed off, reaching somewhat reluctantly for the doorhandle.
She did not need to finish the sentence. Actions spoke loudly enough.

He felt his face get hot and he tossed the rag back into the sink, "Fine you can go, you know where to find me if you really do need me" He said and put the kit back on the counter in case she wanted to take it or use it. Meshak watched as he walked back into his room shutting the door and disappeared from sight. He whined softly to the girl and gave her a pleading look, if only she'd known what he went through in the past, what he was only looking for. A friend. Meshak was all he had, DeSoto too, but that was it. He snorted once at her in disappointment it seemed and curled back up on the couch with his head away from her.
He sat in his room on his bed staring at the floor with a hand in his hair with an exasperated sigh. He was a bit broken, but at the same time he felt pathetic, just being too helpful sometimes. He just wanted to shoot both parts of his brain and stop the contradiction all together.

Blair was greatly taken aback by Gary's sudden outburst - and she felt instantly guilty. "Gary, I didn't mean-" She began, but as usual, she didn't finish her sentence. Gary's door slamming shut marked the end of the conversation, and Blair was left standing awkwardly in the trailer, half wishing that she had just stayed outside to be devoured by whatever imaginary horror had been chasing her.
Still, she couldn't just leave things as they were. She wasn't sure why - she just knew that she couldn't...
"Gary..." She called softly, her voice actually above a whisper, for perhaps the first time. It was a sweet, gentle voice... The sort that didn't quite seem to fit her looks, but that did fit her personality somewhat.
"I didn't mean it like that..." She stammered timidly, stumbling over her words slightly. "I just... I felt bad... Don't want to impose."
She spoke in as few words as she could, then raised her shoulders defensively, retreating down into her black hoodie, which was a little big for her.
She gnawed on her lip, watching the door with a look that half willed it to open, and half dreaded it...

He heard her voice and stood slowly and walked to the door and reached for the handle but didnt open it. Instead listened to her speak through the door. Finally he opened it and he towered over here slightly but he was far from intimidating. "listen Blair" he said softly (magically he knows her name xD) "I--I dont open up to a lot of people, but when i do, its because I'm taking a huge risk," He said softly and bowed his head and looked back up at her meeting her eyes. "Believe me, i wouldnt have opened the door in the first place if you were going to 'impose' "he said the word in an almost mocking tone. "I dont give many chances, its just this thing with me that--I dont know," He sighed and fell quiet.

Blair frowned when Gary called her by her name. She had made a point of not telling him...
"How do you know my-" She began, but then she broke off. She didn't mind that he knew, and he would probably be offended if she questioned... Best just to stay quiet, as always.
She quickly refocused her attention, and listened humbly as Gary spoke.
With each word, she felt more and more as though she was shrinking.
"Sorry..." She murmured in a small voice.
"I just... I assumed you were like this with everybody."
Though she didn't say another word, it was obvious what she really wanted to ask...
Why me? If you don't open up to many people - why me? If you don't give a lot of chances - why me?
She drew in a deep breath, then made a desperate attempt at getting rid of the awkward situation.
"Umm... Do you still have that cloth?" She asked shyly, fidgeting with her hands, and keeping her eyes downcast. "I... My knees are starting to sting a little, now..."

"Yeah, just have a seat, they'll sting less if you dont have all that blood flowin to your feet" he said with a weak chuckle and walked behind her as she walked towards the kitchen, putting the now cold rag in the microwave for a couple seconds just to get it luke warm he walked back to her and gently dabbed the sensitive area a few times, lifting the dirt. "Sorry if I hurt you" He said softly and looked up at her.

Blair sat where Gary indicated, and waited slightly awkwardly while he heated the cloth and walked back to her. When it touched her skinned knees, she drew in a sharp hiss of breath through her teeth. At Gary's apology, however, she merely shook her head and mumbled something incoherent.
Once the initial sting was gone, she stopped reacting to the pressure of the cloth on her knees, and just tried to imagine that she was somewhere else.
Unfortunately, every time she let her mind wander, those eyes were there - bloodthirsty and gleaming.
"Gary..." She blurted suddenly, speaking on her thoughts before she'd even considered what she wanted to say. "You don't think I'm crazy, right?"
Realising how strange this sounded, Blair hastened to elaborate.
"It's just - I saw sure that I saw... Something. And then suddenly it was just... Gone."
She swallowed, avoiding his eye, and watching with exaggerated interest as he wiped her knees clean of the last flecks of blood.