| My work is my own, its unique in its own way. I don't pretend to be something I am not, I hope you all like it. Well if you don't I'm sorry, I won't change for anyone. |
| My work is my own, its unique in its own way. I don't pretend to be something I am not, I hope you all like it. Well if you don't I'm sorry, I won't change for anyone. |


The Real TeamHarness jingled as the deer stood in line snorting sending little puffs of white from their nostrils, the bells clanged about as they shook the falling snow from their thick coats. Rows of four, eight in all there was no lead with a red nose. No that was a folly humans had invented, these were not the originals those had long since retired and passed on. But these were their descendents and the will to fly coursed in their veins. Split hooves holding them on top of the fine powder of snow, they could hear the rumble of the voice they knew well. One began to slowly rise only to have a small little man with pointed ears grab his harness and pulThe Real Team


The MasqueradeThe masquerade had taken much preparation, but finally it was finished. The room lay out before them; the marble floors were polished to a fine glow the white and gold a glow like a new tapestry. The large oak tables stained to a dark finish were piled high with exquisite food and wine, the servants in their fine tunics and tights their small plain masks tied tightly about their faces, looks ready to serve a royal company. Which was what they were about to do. They stood at attention hair combed faces cleanly washed, the tunics of the same white and gold as the marble and the wall tapestries which was normal considering it was theThe Masquerade


Down on the FarmThe land stretched out before him as he sat on the stocky cow horse, the cattle milled about around him chewing cud as they bent their thick heads to eat. The boy shifted in the saddle, pulling the split reins to one side. Get on then, He clucked bumping his heels against his horses bay flank, little legs broke into a jaunty jog as the pony made her way across the pasture. A few spring calves bawled for their mothers as they scattered from the path of the pony and its rider, Whoa there girlie, the voice cooed as the horse came to a stop. Dropping the reins in a ground tie, the man jumped dowDown on the Farm


I RememberI remember the thrill of the chase, running those cowboys into the ground leading my herd to a remote part of the mountains they would never find. The thrill I got when a new foal stood its legs to long for its body and shaking uncontrollably, while one of my sturdy mares stood by and watched carefully as her babe took its first steps. The cold wind slapping my flanks as we ran to find better grazing pasture or even the heat of the summer beating down on my fine black hide. I remember the first time I encountered a mountain lion, sneaking up on one of my favorite mares. I remember my muscles bunching tightly as I propelled myself fI Remember
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...nothing lasts forever if we never try...
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
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Riley commandeth you.
Pwease?
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Yayyy!
It was a big thing in class today my teacher was like "Isn't children a funny word?" and we were like...O.o?
And then my friend was like "It sounds like a medicine, like Use Children today to cure your cold!"
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