Trace Grayson Cavener

[Adelais]

    Grayson leaned casually up against his black truck as he studied the outside of the saloon. His dark sunglasses hid his ocean blue eyes and concealed his facial expressions, making him look a lot more serious than he actually was. The saloon wasn’t in bad shape…could use a little updating, but so could a lot of the buildings in this town. Running a hand through his hair, he step away from his truck, the heat coming off the engine becoming uncomfortable, and made his way inside.
    He paused a moment to survey the inside of the saloon. Like the outside, it could use some updating as well, but it was in really good shape. Pulling his sunglasses off, he made his way over to the bar. Although he wasn’t much of drinker, he enjoyed a good beer now and then. The real reason he was here was, because bars/saloons tended to be a place where people outside of the horse community congregated and to be honest he didn’t always feel like talking about horses. Which is what most of the people at the stable talked about. All. The. Time. As much as he loved horses, his world didn’t revolved around them and he needed to branch out.
    Sliding into a bar stood, he looked around for the bartender and was surprised to see no one behind the bar. Was this place even open? Hello? he called out, hoping that there might be someone in the back. As he waited for a reply, he glanced around the saloon, taking note of the pool tables. He made a mental note to come back later, when people got off work, to see if anyone would be up for a game. He enjoyed playing pool, especially if there was money on the table. It brought out his competitive streak. He wasn’t an avid gambler, but pool and betting on racehorses were his weakness.

[Adelais]

Trace Grayson Cavener

Hi, I'm Trace, but you can call me Grayson. I'm a male, and I go for both. I was born on January 22, 1990, so I'm 24 years old. In case you're wondering, I'm a citizen. People say I look like Zac Efron, but I don't see it. Anyways, I'm played by Adelais, and she found you by eqcetera.com. She has been Rping Off and on for 5 years. It's been five or so years since I last role-played.

Tell me anything

-Grayson comes from a very large (he's one of seven kids) and extremely wealth family. Although, he makes quite a bit of money himself.
-Is originally from Texas
-He is an entrepreneur. His first job/business was selling eggs, at the tender age of five, in order to buy his very first horse and pursue his passion of riding. His parents believed that their children needed to learn the value of money and hard work, so all of their children had to earn and save for things they wanted . His business has since branched off and has become a very successful and lucrative business. So much so, that it no longer requires him to be in the office anymore.
-Fluent in several language, due to his parents believing it was important to be well cultured.
-Graduated summa cum laude from Harvard.
-Spent a year over in Europe trying to expand his business overseas. His trip being successful, he has since arrived back had taken a liking to the beautiful town magnolia.
-Loves to garden, read, remodel old homes, play sports (baseball is his favorite), and draw/paint. Animals continue to be his first passion, though.
-Family is very important to him, something his parents instilled in him.
-He is very kind-hearted and warm, although can he be very reserved in the beginning.
-Has an immense love of the arts. Was actually his minor in college.
-He is also a bit of a fitness freak, and can often be found out running on the trails or in the gym working out.

Role Play Sample

This is not my first character. Here's a piece from my boy Xavier, he is a wolf. It's a bit old, and long, but it gives you an idea.

Xavier's large ebony frame sat in silent solitude among the mornings frost. Oblivious to the cold nip of the mornings breeze as it combed through his thickening winter fur, he waited. Waiting for that single moment that came, and could only be seen once a day during one season.
As the sun peeked over the land, the tiny beads of frosts around him glinted like a diamonds until he was, seemingly, sitting in a field of glittering, fiery diamonds. The ground around him seemed to dance jubilantly before him, and the rushing wind seemed to echo with laughter. The sight was just breath taking. One dark silhouette sitting in a field of light. His chest expanded as he inhaled the fresh crisp air; exhaling he leaned forth drinking in the suns rays. His hot breath was cast carelessly into the air. It swirled around him momentarily before dissipating in the suns soft rays. A rare kind smile crept it's way across his muzzle, and stayed as his green eyes slipped into a glazed far off look.
Memories of Saria drifted through his mind. He savored each memory carefully as if he was afraid he might forget her. A sad sigh escaped his lips and he blinked clearing his eyes. No matter how many times he longed for her presence, he knew she wasn't coming back.
No one could ever replace his first love, and he could never love anyone the way he loved her. His decision to leave had cost him everything that he ever loved and cared for, and the consequences haunted him everyday.
As the suns rays intensified he rose, ready to escape the uncomfortable heat. The moment was now gone, and as he began to move off he cast one last look over his shoulder, he would be back tomorrow.
The once solid beads of frost now rolled down in tiny jewels of liquid. As he pulled away the entire field seemed to reflect his sorrow; it's tiny tears slid down it's hosts as it watched him leave and a heaviness settled over the field. He set off at a lope, his long, ebony legs catapulting him forward to-wards his den were Ember would just be arousing from the nights sleep.
.....A few feet away from where he had been sitting was a white, round, smooth stone with a slender paw print on it. A marker of all that was left of the one he lost and the only thing that showed she had once touched this great earth.

Made by Angelica from Caution

[Adelais]

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Rabanete
Unknown x Unknown
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Age: 12 years
Breed: Welsh Cob Section D
Male/Female: Gelding
Base Coat: Red Bay
Markings: None, but he is covered in scars. He has three scars run horizontally across his nose, crisscrossing scars run along his haunches and a small star like scar sits on his chest where he was shot with an arrow. Nearly killed him. A few small scars run along his legs but they are barely noticeable.
Height: 15.1 hands
Notable Relatives: None
Primary Discipline: Cross Country. Was dressage, but he continued to be dock points because of his scars.
Owner: Grayson Cavener
Personality: Sweet, kind, and willing. He is a brave soul and has carried Grayson through many nail bitting, hair raising situations.
Vices: None, really. He doesn't love to be stalled, but he tolerates it. You do need to watch your hats, shawls, coats and pretty much any piece of clothing, as he has a habit of snatching it and galloping triumphantly around the pasture with it. Once he has the article of clothing, you aren't likely to get it back until he grows bored with it.
Brief History: Little is known about Rabanete's past, as Grayson purchased him off of a slaughter truck when he was traveling back home from college one year. Obviously, he has been through a lot as you can see all the scars. Though, most of them he got when they were out riding one day and crossed paths with a grizzly bear. When it charged them, Grayson was knocked off by a lowing hanging branch when Rabanete bolted. Totally defenseless, Grayson thought his life would end right there, but Rabanete realizing he had no rider, charged back and placed himself between Grayson and the bear. When the bear hit Rab, it was a bloody battle and the screams from both animals made Grayson blood curl (something he will never forget). Rab managed to chase the bear off, but he was badly beat up. A few months of intensive care and lots of stiches, Rab was doing fine. Although, he would always bare the scars of the battle he was still a very handsome boy! And deeply devoted to Grayson. 
Roleplayed By: Adelais

[Adelais]

X Marks The Spot "Xavier"
Unknown x Unknown

Age: 8 years
Breed: Friesian X Thoroughbred
Gender: Gelding
Base Color: Black
Markings: None, but he does have a white scar in the shape of a lightening bolt, that goes across his right eye.
Height: 17 hands
Notable Relatives: Unknown
Primary Discipline: In theory, eventing.
Owner: Trace Grayson Cavener
Personality: Who knows what his personality is really like underneath all his vicious behavior.
Vices: Everything
Brief History: Grayson doesn't really know what happened to Xavier, all he knows is that he showed up in his trailer one day when he was out trail riding. If he had to venture a guess, he would say that this horse was beaten from the day he was born. Xavier is probably the most challenging case Grayson has ever come across. He isn't your typical, beaten until they can't stand human contact because they are so afraid. No. He is the opposite. The beatings have created a predator out of him. If someone happens to wander into his pasture, horse and human alike, he is likely to go after them with the intention to kill. He's run down and hospitalized several people and even nearly scalped someone who had wandered too close to the fence. Walking next to the fence is hazardous, as he has been know to charge through fences to attack the people, or horses, on the other side. He has never had his shots or had his feet trimmed because the vet wouldn't go near him and the farrier won't touch him. Grayson couldn't blame them, the horse wasn't just dangorous, he was deadly. Despite all of his problems right now, the horse had an insane amount of talent. God had definitely given this horse wings, as he could soar over the highest jumps with ease and run with the best thoroughbreds around. Grayson is hoping to eventually take him to the Olympics one day.
One day, after fed up with being constantly chased out of the pasture, Grayson decided to take a chance and put Rabanete in with Xavier, in hopes his calm demeanor would rub off on the other horse. By some miracle, it worked and Grayson was finally able to make some head way with Xavier. Even going so far as being able to halter and groom him. Which, suprisingly, Xavier LOVES to be groomed. Unfortunetly, Grayson had to leave the country with Rabanete for a year, so he's not sure how many steps back Xavier has taken.
Roleplayed By: Adelais

[Adelais]

Brudvik Dewin "Dash"
BROUGHTON REPLICA x NAVESTOCK DUCHESS

Age: 7 years
Breed: Welsh Cob Section D
Gender: Gelding
Base Color: Black
Markings: Two white sock, both on the left side, and a stripe down his face.
Height: 15.3 hands
Notable Relatives: None
Primary Discipline: Dressage
Owner: Trace Grayson Cavener
Personality: Dash is a very gentle and kind, and he doesn't have a mean bone in his body. He is very intelligent and eager to please and although he is gentle, he is the kind of horse that needs a job. He needs to be kept busy, otherwise he tends to get bored and get himself into trouble. For example, he has figured out how to open any and all, stall doors and gates. So when he gets bored, he just pops the latch and goes for a stroll, sometime he even lets a few of his buddies go as well.. He never wanders far and isn't hard to catch to get back in, but you might come home one day to find him on your front porch or even looking into your window. His antics never cease to make people smile.
Vices: Unlatching gates and stall doors. When he gets bored working in the ring, he tends to perform poorly and it can sometimes be hard to get his focus back.
Brief History: Grayson purchased him from a breeding farm that was looking to downsize. He was four when Grayson bought him and he hadn't even been halter broke. The owners of the farm had intended to start him, but had been overwhelmed by the number of horses they had. When Grayson started him, he discovered that he gelding had an immense talent in dressage and seemed to really enjoy it.
Roleplayed By: Adelais

[Adelais]

Danaway Tango "Taz"
TIREINON TRIPLE CROWN x TREVALLION MARIE

Age: 11 years
Breed: Welsh Cob Section D
Gender: Gelding
Base Color: Chestnut Sabino
Markings: Blaze and four stockings
Height: 15 hands
Notable Relatives: None
Primary Discipline: Eventing
Owner: Trace Grayson Cavener
Personality: Taz is an in your pocket kind of horse. He LOVES attention, he's actually an attention whore, and can never seem to get enough of it. He is often the first one to the fence when someone is near, whinnying for their attention, and most of the time he manages to call them over. He loves being around people and doesn't take much of an interest in other horses. For the most part, he is really laid back, but when it comes time to compete or work, it's like someone lit a fire under him. He becomes 100% focused on the job at hand and can really move, which is why Grayson decided eventing would be the best place for him. He has the focus and drive that makes him very successful in competitions. So far, in the few competitions that he a Grayson have competed in, he has done well.
Vices: Tends to trod on peoples heels when being led.
Brief History: Grayson purchased both Dash and Taz at the same time and from the same breeding farm. 
Roleplayed By: Adelais

[Adelais]

Twice-a Prince "Diego"
Unknown x Unknown

Age: 12 years
Breed: Mustang
Gender: Gelding
Base Color: Red Dun
Markings: Blaze
Height: 14.3 hands
Notable Relatives: None
Primary Discipline: Endurance
Owner: Trace Grayson Cavener
Personality: While not necessarily high strung, he is always on alert and can sometimes be a handful. He is highly intelligent, as most mustangs are, and can figured out any task that you give him. He is very loyal and trusting (with Grayson) and never questions what he says. Mostly because he trusts that Grayson will look after him and not lead him into danger.  Grayson is his herd now, and he will follow him wherever he leads. He is leery of strangers and tends to hang far back until he decides that you are not a threat, unlike many of his pasture mates.
Vices: Is skittish about small creatures, like children, small dogs and cats. Unless you are Grayson, you will not be able to catch him.
Brief History: He was the protector and king of his small band of mares, and he lived his life in freedom until the age of five when the BLM rounded them up. He passed through several BLM auctions before landing in the long term holding facility, where Grayson wandered upon him. By the time Grayson and him had crossed paths, he was pretty beaten up and straggly looking from fighting with the other horses he was corralled with. 
When his training started, he put up quite the fight and refused to cooperate or have anything to do with the two legged stranger. But once he figured out that Grayson meant him no harm, he bonded quickly to him. A month later they took their first tail ride and haven't looked back since.
Roleplayed By: Adelais

[Adelais]

Royal Flush "Ace"
Unknown x Unknown

Age: 5 years
Breed: Mustang
Gender: Gelding
Base Color: Palomino
Markings: Star, small snip and two white socks
Height: 14.2 hands
Notable Relatives: None
Primary Discipline: Endurance
Owner: Trace Grayson Cavener
Personality: LOVES water! He can never seem to get enough of it. You have to be careful riding him through water, because he is more than likely going to lay down in it, rider and all. Once he's down, it's hard to convince him to get up and come out. As upset as his rider may be for taking an unexpected dip, you can't help but laugh as he splashes about, as happy as a clam. He is a fun little gelding who loves people and other horses, and is often the first one to the fence to greet newcomers. You have to watch out, though, because he is a mischevious fellow, who doesn't miss an opportunity to snatch any unattended iteams people leave laying around. Good luck getting them back once he has them. When people meet Ace and spend a little bit of time with him, they always want to give him a squeeze, cus' he's just so gosh, darn cute! And his antics, can put a smile on anyones face.
Vices: Hardly any. His biggest problem would be that once his is in the water, he won't leave. He has a habit of stealing people's stuff that they leave laying around.
Brief History: His life in the wild was short lived, as his band as rounded up when he was only a yearling. Grayson bought him at the BLM auction soon after he was rounded up.
Roleplayed By: Adelais

[Adelais]

Jailbird "Finch"
Jackpot x Run 4 Gold

Age: 2 years
Breed: Thoroughbred
Gender: Mare/Filly
Base Color: Dark Bay/Brown
Markings: Blaze and two white sock on her hind legs
Height: 17.2 hands
Notable Relatives: Unknown
Primary Discipline: Flat racing
Owner: Trace Grayson Cavener
Personality: Finch can be an attention hog when it comes to just about anything. She loves being in the spot light and to be pampered. For the most part, she is normally fairly calm but can be quite spirited at times, especially when race day is approaching. She loves to run and is rarely distracted by anything when out on the track, which makes her a pleasure to ride. She prefers to run at the front of the pack, but also isn't bothered if she has to sit in the back and wait out her move.
Vices: Get nippy when in heat and tends to crowd people's space when being led.
Brief History: Born on a breeding farm in Europe, she was given to Grayson as a gift by a friend he met while overseas as a thank you for everything he had done for them. She shows immense promise in racing, but he decided that if her spark ever dies she would make a wonderful dressage horse as she has stunning movement. At the very least, she would be a great broodmare if any of those disciplines didn't work out for her.
Roleplayed By: Adelais




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[Adelais]

TRACE GRAYSON CAVENER

Pets:
Seth a Nova scotia duck tolling retriever

Horses:
-Rabanete "Rab or Nate": 12 years, Welsh Cob Section D, Gelding, Cross Country
-X Marks The Spot "Xavier": 8 years, Friesian X Thoroughbred, Gelding, Eventing
-Brudvik Dewin "Dash": 7 years, Welsh Cob Section D, Gelding, Dressage
-Danaway Tango "Taz": 11 years, Welsh Cob Section D, Gelding, Eventing
-Twice-a Prince "Diego": 12 years, Mustang, Gelding, Endurance
-Royal Flush "Ace": 5 years, Mustang, Gelding, Endurance
-Jailbird "Finch": 2 years, Thoroughbred, Filly, Flat racing

Cars/Other Vehicles:
-2012 Ford f250: Everyday driver
-1965 Shelby Daytona Cobra Coupe: For fun on the weekends
-Motorcycle:

[Adelais]

    It was a crisp morning and the sun was just beginning to rise when Grayson pulled up in front of Waterfront. Seth was asleep in the back seat snoring; he had been thrilled to go with Grayson, but hadn’t been quite ready to start the day, which is why he had made himself at home in the back. Grayson cleared his throat and turned the truck off, reaching for his cup of coffee as he popped the door open and hopped out. Seth he said gently to arouse the slumbering dog Let’s go. taking a step back from to let the still sleepy eyed dog out. Seth clambered out slowly, still not totally ready to start the day; the sun wasn’t even out for heavens sake! A yawn pressed at his muzzle and he pealed back his lips and curled his tongue releasing the pressure. Taking a bow, he stretched his legs out before giving himself a good shake and sitting down, still looking a little blurry-eyed and slightly bewildered.
    Grayson smiled in amusement as he reached down, ruffling Seth’s ears before shutting the truck door close and shoving the keys into his pocket. Come on let’s go he said taking off to the track, coffee in hand and Seth in tow. It was such a pleasant morning, the air was crisp and the sun’s rays were just beginning to touch the buildings and landscapes, giving them a silhouette look. The sky was painted in the most astounding and breathtaking colors that could rival any sunrise in Texas. Pausing, he took a moment to admire it and wished that he had a way to capture its beauty, whether in a photograph or painting. He carried neither of those things right now, and so he simply watched as the sun kept painting brilliant colors in the sky as it rose. Some moments just weren’t meant to be captured, they were just meant to be remembered and enjoyed in the moment, like this one. With a smile he looked down at Seth Just beautiful isn’t it? he said looking back at the sky while absentmindedly stroking Seth’s head. Seth let out a small bark as if he was agreeing with his owner and Grayson chuckled, his eyes twinkling as he glanced back down at his dog. Shaking his head, he moved towards the track with Seth trotting his heels the whole way.
    When they finally reached the track, Grayson leaned against the railing, quickly scanning the handful of horses out working on the track. He was looking for one horse in particular, but hadn’t spotted her yet. It was still kind of dark, so defining any horse farther out was rather difficult. Taking a sip of his coffee, a contented sigh escaped his lips as the hot liquid traveled down his threat. God, he loved a good cup of coffee in the morning. As he drank his coffee, he continued to watch for her, knowing that she would eventually pass him during her morning workout.

When The Trumpet Sounds [Gracelyn]

[Adelais]

        Grayson reclined against his dark truck, his arms crossing across his chest as he waited for Xavier to arrive. Sweat rolled down his temples and he reached up, brushing it away quickly before settling back. Xavier was suppose to have been here a week ago, but the guys had a hell of a time getting him in the trailer, which meant things were probably not going to bode well when he got here. He had hoped Xavier hadn’t regressed too far while he was gone, but after talking to some of his employees, it sounded like he would be starting at square one. He sighed and scuffed the heel of his boot on the gravel road, shifting his body to a more comfortable position on the truck. It was really starting to get hot out here and his shirt was starting to stick to him, making it uncomfortable. They better get here soon, otherwise I may end up melting he thought looking down the road in mild irritation.
    He already had a pasture set up and ready for Xavier, with a warning sign across the gate letting people know to not to go near him. He had already spoken to Aedan about Xavier and luckily, he had agreed to let him rent a pasture just for him, which he was really grateful for. He knew a simple round pen wouldn’t do any good, Xavier needed space and to be set far away from the hustle of the barn. It would lesson the chance of anyone getting seriously injured.
    He turned when he heard a friendly whinny and smiled when he saw whom it had come from. Rabanete stood at the adjoining pasture with his head hung over the fence, looking directly at him. Pushing himself off his truck he jogged over to him Hey, buddy he said lovingly, reaching out to scratch his chest liking your new home? Rabanete whickered and bobbed his head, pressing his body as close as he possibly could to Grayson. Grayson smiled and wrapped his arms around his horse’s neck, inhaling deeply. God, he loved this horse. He loved all his horses, but Rabanete was particularly special to him and they shared a very tight bond. They stood like that from sometime, just enjoying the closeness of one another and it was only the sound of an approaching truck and the angry screams of a horse that pulled them apart. Grayson released his hold on Rabanete and turned to watch the truck approach, while Rabanate watch with intense interest. His nostrils flared trying to pick up the scent of the horse contained in the trailer. It seemed familiar, but he wasn’t sure.
    Grayson directed the guy driving the trailer to back it up against the gate. There was no way anyone was going to be leading Xavier out, instead they were just going to release him into the pasture and let him burn off some steam. Once the guy had lined up the trailer he opened the door and hopped out walking over to Grayson, his face red and eyes wide with fright. Hey boss, he said moving around to stand near Grayson You’ve got quite the horse there. Madder than a hornet in there. the guy jumped as Xavier’s hooves slammed relentlessly against the sides of the trailer, and Grayson could see dents all along the side. He smiled at Bill I’m just glad you made it. Must have been one hell of a trip. Bill smiled nervously and glanced over at the trailer having to shout over Xavier’s angry screams Yeah, didn’t think I was going to make it. There was a few times I thought he was going to pound out the wall of the trailer. Took eight guys, just to wrangle him in there! Grayson nodded and pressed his lips into a thin line, his gaze shifting back to the trailer. When another round of dents appeared in the trailer wall, Grayson decided not to keep Xavier waiting, moving around to the side he got ready to open the door. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bill stepped forward and reached a hand out almost as if he was going to try and stop him Uh, Bill said nervously [He’s in pretty rough shape, so don’t keel over when you see him Grayson blinked and looked over at him grimly. I figured that he would be and the he slid open the door.
    What came next had Bill racing back to the safety of his truck and Grayson laying out the ground with a nasty bump on his head. The second Xavier had seen a sliver of light, he had charged shoving the door open causing it to slam against Grayson’s head and knock him to the ground. Twelve hundred pounds of inky black fury came barreling out, with the full intent to destroy whatever he could lay his teeth or hooves on. He pounded around the pasture in blind fury, slamming his body against the fence and ripping at the posts with his teeth. He screamed out looking for a battle, and his dark olive green eyes glared at everything around him. He continued his tirade around the pasture searching for something, anything to destroy and that’s when he spotted the trailer still parked at the gate and someone on the ground. He charged towards the man on the ground, his ear pinned and head low. He slammed right into the fence and he could hear the wood crack under the force, but it did not give so he pounded the rails with his hooves and shoved his head through trying reach and kill the human on the other side. His teeth clanged against each other as he snapped trying to grab the male’s leg, but the guy moved out of his reach. His nostrils flared as he caught the man’s scent and for a moment his became disoriented, this man was familiar to him. Pulling his head back in, he eyed the man in confusion he didn’t know what to do. Suddenly, Bill took that moment to race to his truck and Xavier shifted back into attack mode. He arched he neck and went after the man, racing along the fence line throwing his body against it in fury. He watched as the man unhooked the trailer and drove off, his hooves pound the ground in anger at the retreating figure.
    Grayson held a hand against head, his head swimming and his eyes were very unfocused. The throbbing had already started and he could tell he was probably going to have to see a doctor as he might have a concussion. He would definitely have a very nasty knot on his head that was for sure. He blinked rapidly when he heard the sound of pounding hooves headed his direction and when Xavier snapped at him, he scooted out of reach quickly. He watched, his eyesight still a little hazy as a look of recognition flickered in Xavier’s eyes and he felt a swell of hope rise in his chest. Maybe they wouldn’t be starting from square one again, but as quickly as the look came, it went and Xavier charged after Bill. Climbing to his feet, a hand still rubbing his forehead, he watched as Bill sped away and he couldn’t blame the man for being afraid. His attention shifted back to Xavier trying to ignore the throbbing in his head, instead he watched the inky black horse continue his tirade around the pasture. Stepping forward, he rested his elbows on the fence mostly to help him keep his balance, he whistled softly to Xavier.
    When the soft whistle reached his ears, Xavier froze midstride and looked around bewildered. Grayson could see the wheels starting to turn in his head, as he tried to figure out what the whistle meant. Slowly, he could see everything start to click into place and Xavier came down a notch or two. The gelding’s body relaxed slightly and the angry screams he called out were gone. That was probably because he was confused. The whistle was something he had started using on Xavier when he realized touch and closeness was not something he was going to be able to achieve with him. Food didn’t even have any effect on him, so Grayson had to rule that out as a tactic. Instead, he found Xavier responded to sound; the horse was immensely curious about all different kinds of sounds and would often switch out of his predatory mode to come and investigate. Plus, with sound, you didn’t have to be near to someone to use it and since just standing near the fence would set him off Grayson started far away. Over time, when he would catch Xavier in moments of relaxation he would whistle softly too him and slowly Xavier began to associate the whistle with something positive and relaxing. A training technique he had never even considered before and one he doubted anyone ever would, but so long as it helped Xavier he would do whatever hair-brained technique or idea he thought of.
    Snorting, Xavier swiveled his head around searching for the source and he quickly spotted the man who had been on the ground moments before. He glared at the man, but made no move towards him. Instead, he stared him down and pounded his hoof against the ground, arching his neck and pinning his ears in both a threat and a challenge. Much like a stallion in the wild as he faced down a rival stallion.      
    Grayson sighed and dropped his head down to rest it on his hand, he still seeing stars, but he blinked them away and took Xavier’s moment of…to look him over. His mouth set in a grim line as he took Xavier in, Bill wasn’t kidding when he said Xavier was in rough shape. Cuts littered his body, his mane and tail were matted in huge knots, his coat was caked with dirt and his hooves probably hadn’t seen a farrier in months. He looked like one hell of a mess. Grayson only watched in silence as Xavier continued his threatening behavior towards him. He would give Xavier a couple weeks to settle down and burn off some steam before he tried doing anything with him. Hopefully, once he realized Rabanete was pastured next to him, he would settle down quickly.
    Grayson was only vaguely aware of all the attention Xavier had garnered during his unloading and as he turned away he blinked in surprise when he saw a figure standing behind him.

Oh, Lord. Here He Comes...[Open]

[Adelais]

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[Adelais]

    Grayson let out a whistle of admiration That's a heck of a deal. at two grand, it was definitely a steal. I’m not sure anyone would have been able to turn her down at that price. he said with a smile. His expression turned into a look of pain, understanding just how much it sucks to not be able to finish a car; especially if it was your baby. Ugh. Now that’s painful to hear. I don’t know how you are able to stand it, I would just be itchin’ to work on her; damn the consequences!
    He shifted in his seat, while taking a quick peek at his watch to check the time. When he heard Jay snicker at him, he could only grin and raise an eyebrow; he wasn’t the self-conscious type so Jay’s reaction rolled right off him. He leaned back on the bar, thoroughly engaged in the conversation Western, huh? Well,.. he said pausing a moment English riders do all that, we just do it in style he said with a cheeky grin while fighting back a laugh. He couldn’t help it…it was true, English riders DID do all of that. If a rider shifted their weight wrong over a jump, it could throw the horse totally off balance and cause them both knock down a rail, crash completely, or result in a refusal. Just because English riders didn’t go galloping across the open plain on a regular basis, didn’t mean they could be careless. Both the horse and the rider had to trust each other in order to work together.
    Grayson arched an eyebrow again, then grin still on his face You don’t do any what?... Prance about in skin tight breeches or chase down barrels in an arena? he teased. He thought it was interesting that Jay didn’t like to do any of those things, coming from a guy who owned a 1967 mustang and like a lot of get-up-an-go. You would think that a little high flying or “racing” would be something he enjoyed, seeing as they all got the heart pumping. Some people just didn’t enjoy competition, he sure did, but that comes mostly from being one of seven siblings. Well, he said shifting the conversation back to cars, if you ever feel like you’re missing the smell of burning rubber, if got a 1965 Shelby Daytona Cobra Coupe that we can take out for a spin He liked Jay and figured “what the hell,” from one car enthusiast to another, no one should have to live without their wheels.

[Adelais]

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