Jamison (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Jamison (open) Jamison (close) Name: Jameson "James" Barken Age: 28 Height: 5'8 (172 cm) Personality: Very comedic and honest. He's a good guy and a skilled rider in both western and english style. He's well off, as a well-known racehorse trainer, but he doesn't act high and mighty. He's really down to earth and loves horses to death, especially the pair he owns for himself, Malachi and Lizeya. Lizeya (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Lizeya (open) Lizeya (close) Name: Lizeya Age: 7 years old (a horse's life span is about 27) Gender: Mare Personality: Lizeya has been through no shortage of hardships in her life. Her history is long and a bit tragic. She has become a shy and easily spooked horse, but it would be a lie to say she is without hope yet. Breed: Arabian Height in hands: 14 (142 cm) Description: Lizeya is wall-eyed and beautifully so. her blue eyes are very observant. She has chestnut stockings and a light brown coat with chestnut spots around her right eye. her long mane and tail are dark brown with white highlights, most prominent in her tail. It's been three days. Before the soft bedding and the weird stomach aches adjusting to new feed and the crooning voices and pitiful stares, she had been somewhere...darker. But still more predictable than this place. Here, the walls weren't too different as they still confined her too a small space to sway in, trying to keep her weight off off each par of hooves at a time. But in the other place, the place she had once called home, the mare had been traumatized, transforming what had once been a strong horse into a frightful, timid filly of a mare. And from her point of view, she was the only thing to blame. The humans seemed to have a lot of different opinions on her situation, but she was just... confused. There was no one who really knew what had happened to her, not even the other horses who were with her now, in the stalls surrounding hers. She hadn't told them anything, but they were unnervingly nice to her, encouraging her to eat and telling her where she was. Lizeya now knew she had been taken into that rattly trailer in the dark and brought to the Patina Animal Rescue Shelter. There hasn't been a lot going on here, but everything was so new and different and terrifying. anyone who came into her cell had to tie her up because she was afraid they'd hurt her like she had been hurt in her old home. Their hands, which used to scare her so much now rub strangely comforting gel onto her burns and adjust the very weird booties on her hooves. And then they leave and she doesn't pay attention to what they were telling her. Today it's morning. And she hates mornings. The horses who live on either side of her always give her weird looks because she wakes up more afraid than ever. She gets nightmares a lot. And apparently that's pretty rare. Even in a shelter. So even in a place full of misfits and strangers, she's the weird one. All she remembers was being forced to walk into this dark metal thing that took her far away from the place she called home. It was burning that night and by the time she was taken away, screaming and panicking, the whole barn was on fire. There was a lot of pain that night. Now there's just a bunch of aching. But the morning came and went, bringing feed and water she barely touched and more ointment. She tried her hardest to keep away from everyone. And then someone new came in with one of the workers in the late afternoon. Both men stopped in front of her stall. She sort of cowered on the back wall, watching them carefully. One was short and balding with a plaid shirt on and glasses. She'd seen him around but never learned his name. The other one was new. He had tanner skin, wild, dark hair and kinder eyes. She didn't trust him one bit. He was smiling at her. ~~~ James watched the mare closely. She was beautiful despite the burn marks found mostly on her right side and rump and a tiny one on her left cheek. There was something he saw in her wall-eyes that he knew would be perfect. He had to drive a while to get here, but she was going to be worth it. His wife was pregnant with a baby girl and he knew she wanted a mare for her to grow up with. Sure this one was a bit on the timid side, but he had all the time in the world to help her. He couldn't resist a horse in need. His own gelding needed a buddy anyway. James wasn't planning on a female originally, but what his wife says usually goes. Lizeya, as the man beside him had called her, would be his choice. He didn't even need to step inside her stall or say a word to tell. He didn't want to scare her before he had to anyway. And with a nod to the man with the glasses, they were off to the office to sign papers of adoption. He bought her all the things she'd need, including the new feed she was adjusting to and brought it to his truck. He had to insist that he pay for her, even though the shelter had tried to give away the newest horse because of her injuries and abscesses. Thanks to the poultices they had fitted her with, Lizeya should be able to walk well without them in about 5 days. And because of the vet bills, they needed the money more than he did, even with a daughter coming in 3 months. Now comes the hard part. Bringing her home. He knew this would be terrifying and painful for her, but once she was home, he intended to make everything as comfortable for her as possible. The employee had offered to help, but he said he didn't want to freak her out that much. So with her new, blue harness and lead rope in hand, James slowly entered her stall. ~~ Ever since the new guy showed up, the other horses have been making a racket. At least in her head. Apparently when he had walked away from her stall and towards the end of the hall, Sewall (the gelding closest to the office) had heard that he was going to adopt her. Some of the most mareish horses were insulted about not being picked and many were excited for her, but Liz was just scared. She was going to be taken somewhere new again? She had never been moved so much in her life! She hadn't even really gotten used to the shelter and now he was going to cart her away? She had no idea what he would be like or what he would do. Lizeya tried to tune it all out and ignore them, shaking her head back and forth and pacing just a little. When he showed up in front of her stall again with a harness, she froze. Staring at him with wide, frightened eyes, Lizeya backed up as he walked in slowly like a cat stalking its prey. Liz whined and kept stepping backwards until she hit a corner. She whined. He was a bit farther than arms length away now and she was breathing hard with her ears pinned back all the way. Calm down, it'll be-- He's not going to hurt you-- You'll be fine-- Just breathe-- Lizeya couldn't listen to them! What do they know?! She had no clue what he was going to do and he was closer now. The mare closed her eyes and squealed, pressing herself back against the corner even though her hooves were screaming at her. "Sssshhh...It's alright." She opened her eyes slowly, staring at the man who was speaking to her now instead of moving toward her. "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." Well I'm not going to let my guard down over that. That's what the vet said and she was lying. She huffed. "Please. I know you don't trust me and I don't expect you to, but I can help you if you come with me. My name is James. This is going to be tough Lizeya, but you'll make it. You've been through a lot, I know. So I know you can do this. I'm going to bring you with me. And things will be better." She didn't really have a choice anyway. So when he approached again, she pulled her head up really high to try to keep him from reaching her head. She was scared he would hit her and she held her breath with her eyes closed. But nothing happened. He was standing really close to her, but he didn't lay a finger on her. He just looked up at her kindly and waited. Liz was confused and lowered her head just slightly. Which was when he got a chance to slip the harness over her ears and clip it on. She squealed and pulled back, yanked on the rope, but he held her tight and tried to calm her down with a gentle voice. ~~ It killed him to see her so afraid of everyone, especially him and from there it was difficult to get her into his trailer. She was whinnying, but couldn't rear back because of her aching hooves. He knew he couldn't keep her from resisting, but he had to get her home. It was with no shortage of apologies that he forced the mare into his trailer with a bit of help and shut the door swiftly. He was going to make up for all this as much as he possibly could. ... He got her home when the sun was setting and Skye, his 4 year old son, was the first one to meet him outside, jumping up and down by the driver's side window. He was so excited to see the new arrival but James was less optimistic about Lizeya's reaction to newcomers. Especially ones this fragile and loud. She had stopped kicking at the metal since he was sure that hurt her, but that didn't mean she was any less nervous to be here. His wife waited byt he front door, hands on their growing child. He smiled, sent his son back inside and said they'd all go say hi in the morning, when she'd be able to see them all better before nightfall. He told them he'd be right in for dinner and then let the door close before sighing and walking back to the exit of the trailer. He knew he was going to put her in an empty stall by the entrance to the barn so she would only have his other horse in the stall beside hers. Hopefully she'd be more comfortable that way. ~~ The whole ride in another trailer was just as nerve-wracking as the first, even thought this time it wasn't as dark outside. When she was pulled in, screaming and kicking again, the door slammed and freaked her out. Trailers are loud and she began the journey still kicking and trying to get them to take her out. She could hardly move in it and every pothole in the road hurt her so bad, especially when she bumped against the side, where her burn left her exposed skin red and blistered. She had only forced herself to calm down when there weren't many cars around any more and she could see more trees than buildings on each side of the road. It was a relatively long journey and this time, she was conscious through all of it, so she waited and wondered why James had come all this way to come and get such a worthless horse. When the truck finally stopped and she heard James, a little voice and a door closing, the man who adopted her came walking toward the trailer again. She contemplated making a run for it, but there was no use. She had nowhere to go and her hooves were killing her. So when he came inside to get her, Lizeya kept as far away from him as possible, huffing a few times as she started walking out again. She cooperated much better this time, but still kept her distance from James as much as he could with him walking on her left side. She didn't even try to stop and graze. She just watched him warily, wondering if he always smiled like that. He led her to a white barn with a blue roof, calmly stopping at the half-open door. Liz could hear someone in there and there were a few other horses in there too. "Oh. Angela's still here." James said, though he didn't seem to be speaking to her this time. She hung back and listened, ears flicking back and forth. James opened the door wider and Lizeya backed up a bunch when the noise freaked her out. She gasped and scooted back until James held the rope tight at the end, waiting for her to get used to the sight before her and the lack of the loud noise of the barn door. There was only one other mare in there. Besides that, they were all male and one human girl was just heading out of a stall at the end, one hand still holding an empty feed bucket. Apparently they'd all just been fed. Lizeya gulped and stepped forward cautiously. "You just got done, Angela?" "Yep! I left some feed in the empty stall for your newcomer. Hope she feels better soon." She smiled, with a bit of hay still in her hair as she came toward the entrance. Liz kept away from her too. She put the bucket in a room in the middle and then James gave her money with another exchange Liz didn't catch and then the girl walked away. Lizeya was still as far as she could get from the chattering horses. By now, some of them had noticed her and the others were muzzle-deep in feed buckets. "C'mon Lizeya. Welcome home." James said and Liz gulped again, hesitating as he had to pull a few times to get her all the way in her new stall. The horse beside her seemed very aware of what was going on. She was just really anxious.