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[Graydon Konrad Taylor]

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2igiyh1.jpg] Oh, come on! Really? The slightly exasperated tone carried far more than he'd anticipated, but then again the squeaking coming from the fanny pack around his waist was echoing far louder. The pack alone made him look like a complete idiot, he'd already decided, considering he was in a light blue button-up shirt and almost-new jeans that looked it, yet he was wearing something you'd normally see on a yardsaler's waist along with it. It definitely didn't work for him, he looked like a dork. Or a retard. Or perhaps just plain psychotic. He wasn't sure which he preferred to think of it as yet, and he could hardly get a moment to think with the desperate screeching coming from the pack. Shaking his head, he paused right in the middle of the mall, face actually tinging a light pink despite the barn being quiet, with few people. The stares from the stable hands, especially the one putting the horse he'd just given dewormer to away, resulted in them stopping dead in their tracks as he pulled out none other than a little baby fox squirrel from the pouch. The creature's eyes were still glued shut and it easily fit in the palm of his hand. Next came the tiny, tiny bottle. He knew a small syringe would work just as well, but it really wasn't convenient to mix up the food for the rodent so he'd opted for the miniaturized baby bottle. Thankfully, the creature shut up as soon as it closed its little mouth around the nipple, practically acting like it was starving. It totally wasn't. I'm pretty sure I fed you. An hour ago. You can't honestly be that hungry, you little brat. Despite the dry tone to his voice, there was amusement there, ever so vague and hard to discern until for a moment his mouth twitched into his crooked smile, right side rising higher than the left as it always had and always would. His thumb wrapped to rest on the back of the little animal in his hand, stroking the back of his head gently as he guzzled his food from the bottle like an alcoholic would down a drink. He didn't have to watch, just wait, so his eyes finally lifted from Dante, glancing around and spotting more than just stable hands. A young woman had entered just moments ago, it would seem, and he hadn't even noticed. Apparently that's what happened when you had a squirrel yelling at you to feed it - you stopped paying attention to much else. He glanced back down to the squirrel, feeling... well, awkward was probably the best word choice, considering the situation, even if he was the only vet in town and the only one willing (he was sure there were others capable) to take care of a brat of an orphaned squirrel. Dante, devil. His name certainly fit him some nights. At least last night he'd mostly let Gray sleep. Better than usual, anyway.

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2igiyh1.jpg] Gray had glanced up again as she spoke, but he didn't get a chance to react before the horse let out a call loud enough that the reverberations of the sound sent the little squirrel scattering blindly. Letting the bottle fall, it was all he could do to keep a hold on the creature then placing the little thing right over his heart, with a cupped hand holding him there. The soothing, rhythmic thump of a heartbeat seemed to help, so he kept the creature there as he crouched to grab the bottle and slip it away, just glad it hadn't broken on him. He sighed, realizing how, yet again, he'd thrown himself into something - taking care of an orphan squirrel - head first without a single rational thought going through his brain. Typical. Ah, at the base of a tree in my front yard, actually. He replied to her first question, glancing down at Dante, who was breathing normally again, his little heart slowing down from its frantic pace. Little claws dug into the shirt, clinging and refusing to let go. His thumb returned to its stroking motion on the squirrel's head, a comforting and regular action. It would be just lovely when the thing could hear and see the danger too. Just freaking fantastic. His right hand, his squirrel-free hand, itched to reach out and shake her hand, but she hadn't offered and he figured having the hand free was a good idea, what with his small rescue's antic. Graydon Tayler, or Gray if you prefer. Finally, the squirrel seemed sufficiently soothed. His grip loosened as he fell asleep, something expected. That was all he seemed to do right now, sleep and eat. He carefully closed his fingers around the rodent, placing him back amongst the bits of cloth, mostly cut up towel pieces, in his fanny pack, zipping it up with a small spot for air left open, but nothing more.

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[Graydon Konrad Taylor]

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2igiyh1.jpg] That crooked smile rose up again as she apologized and he shrugged, only half paying attention until the squirrel was safely away and no longer able to fall and crack his little skull open or something. Gray knew exactly how fragile bones could be, especially things like necks and heads. And he didn't know it from vet school. But she didn't have to know that. He glanced up as she called over to him while grabbing another horse - busy girl it seemed. He nodded at her question, though he had no idea if she'd even see. The one and only. That smile stayed on his face, lips separating just even to give the slightest glimpse of white teeth, a classic cocky grin sent in her direction. Considering the size of the town, he wasn't nearly as busy as some vets were, but the pay was good, so he didn't complain. He had quite the full bank account from all the money he'd been paid while at war, too. It wasn't like he'd spent almost any of it for the whole time he was there. When you didn't spend a dime, it built up quite nicely, really. He wandered closer, not really caring about the potential of a dangerous horse. He had quick reflexes, after all, and he doubted the horses would be too excessively dangerous. Usually they were stubbornly adamant to just not cooperate when it came to dewormers, not out right aggressive. He was right to assume he'd be safe. Well, I hear they're pretty common at garage sales and the like, just going driving around in the mornings on the weekends. I'm sure you'll find a good deal. Yeah, not serious. At all. Sarcasm dripping from just about every word, though it was kept light despite its obvious presence. He actually had no idea where to get them. His mother had heard of his plight with the baby squirrel and had dug the pack out of storage in a box somewhere and shipped it to him via priority mail. He sort of wished she hadn't. He had a feeling he would have much preferred some sort of baby bag or something. At least guys carrying baby bags just looked like a caring parent. A caring parent without a child in his case, but that would be better than... well, this.

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[Graydon Konrad Taylor]

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2igiyh1.jpg] Oh, 'bout a couple of weeks now. Four, five, something like that. He had stopped being good at remembering how long it had been since things started. He'd found it was easier if he didn't, the time he'd been a soldier. If he didn't count how long it had been, he didn't worry about how much longer it would be. How many more days he had to try his hardest not to step on a landmine or get shot. In the end, it hadn't mattered. You would think that with only one day left before heading back, he would have been alright. He had gotten through without major injury ever other day. But, fate was cruel. He pushed the thoughts aside and stepped closer to the foal, the cocky smile slipping away to that gentle, caring look he'd had with little Dante. A slow, careful hand moved to rest on the colt's forehead, keeping clearly within the colt's sight until it was right between his eyes and had reached its destination. Then, he absentmindedly scratched as she spoke again. No PhD, just a DVM degree. But, I do believe I have a rather good brain, and first aid in humans isn't all that different from animals. He replied, that confidant little smile coming back though it was softened a bit. He didn't mention he had some basic emergency first aid knowledge. Most didn't, not without reason. Oh, they knew CPR and the Heimlich, and they knew to put pressure on a bleeding wound, but past that? Not so much. But he'd had to know. Well, not really, but he thought it had been a damn good idea. And, although he didn't mind telling people he was an ex-soldier, he wasn't about to give her reason to ask. Never a secret, just avoided. Not like I'm too busy anyway. Small town, not as much work as there could be. He hadn't chosen the spot for the workload, though. He'd chosen it because it was quiet, it was spacious. It was nothing like war. And although he didn't have PTSD, he certainly wasn't eager to ever experience anything like war ever again unless he absolutely had to.

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2igiyh1.jpg] He waited patiently, not caring too much about wasting some time doing nothing. It wasn't like his mind couldn't be kept busy anyway. He ran through what he had left for work in the week, not including any emergencies that might get called in. Not much, really. Vetting a horse pre-purchase, some coggins tests to collect samples for. Then there was the easy check ups on the pets of the town, some dogs, some cats, a rabbit too if he remembered right. He was drawn out of this mental list by her voice, pushing himself off the stall he'd been leaning most of his weight on and setting into a walk in the same motion. Probably best if I follow, yes. He replied, slipping out into the light of day and slipping into the truck, the window having been left down so he'd hear if she said anything. As always, for a moment his eyes caught the distinguished service cross that hung from his rearview mirror. He didn't feel right stowing it away to gather dust, even though he hated the memories it brought. So, he'd hung it there. It was unconventional, not really fully on display like most would be, but he'd never been your typical soldier, so he didn't care. He closed the truck door, only barely hard enough for it to close properly, then started up the truck, leaning out the window. Lead the way. Then, he settled in, slipping his seat belt on as he always had after Jack's accident, then turned the radio on quietly, the soft thrum of music hardly audible, but loud enough for him. He didn't care for any sudden drumbeats that were too loud, just like he didn't care for thunder or car doors slammed too hard. Even a hoof hitting a wall sometimes made him flinch a slight bit. No one knew why, not without asking, and he never explained. He was just careful to avoid it when possible.

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2igiyh1.jpg] An amused smirk slipped onto his face at her suggestion to try and keep up. He chuckled softly and shook his head, rolling the window up for the most part, leaving just a small crack. Enough room for the wind to get in, probably mess up his hair a bit, but it was a mess half the time anyway, so he didn't particularly care. Instead, he just whispered under his breath, to himself. Oh, I don't think that'll be an issue. And indeed it wasn't, he kept up with ease. He drove in through the gates right behind her, parking next to her truck and slipping out. He didn't lock it out of habit, not used to locking itwhen heading off to a stable of any sort. Sure, his supplies were in there, but that was about it. Well, those and the medal, but he didn't really care for the medal. They said he'd earned it. All he'd earned, in his opinion, was haunting memories. He nodded to the men, raising his hand in greeting, though there was no wave to it and it quickly fell back down to his side. He'd probably run into them again sooner or later. He was the vet, after all. By the end of the year, he'd probably know just about everybody in town. It kind of came with the job. Nice to meet you. He wasn't one to always be polite, but occaasionally the lessons pounding into his head by his mother and scouts actually kicked in, just like he didn't usually care to salute any one, even higher officers, anymore when he ran into them, but he did sometimes. Some would probably say it was the war, that it had screwed with his brain, but he knew better. It wasn't war at all. It was him having thrown himself into the real world when he had still been practically a child. But he had only himself to blame on that front.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style, background: #330000][atrb=style, padding: 10px;] JUSTGONNASTANDTHERE ANDWATCHMEBURN - - - - - - - - - - - - but that's alright - - - - - - - - - because i like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there And hear me cry But that's alright Because I love The way you lie I love the way you lie - - - - - - - - - Fei smiled at Gray, glad that she hadn't lost him with her crazy bad driving skills... with a 'z'. "Come on, I'll show you two into the barn and Dr. Taylor can take a look at Krazy Ace," James said. 'You got the Krazy part right...' Fei thought quietly to herself. Her face showed no trace of those thoughts and she kept everything strictly business and professional. She walked into the dimly lit barn and saw the big black coltt looming in the cross ties. He swished his tail in annoyance and glanced down the hall away from Fei and the group of people entering the barn. Fei just smiled while James and Ralph gave her the horse's story and made up some lame excuse of why he's like he is. She just smiled and nodded and she slipped her nubbed spurs off and stuck them in her jacket pocket before she pulled out her intense ones. She stuck them on her boots and then looked around. "You boys have a pair of draw reins per chance?" she asked. "Draw reins? Uhh.. yes I believe so, why?" James asked, sending Ralph some invisible message with his eyes to go find the draw reins. "I'd like to try him out with them first and if he's a good boy I'll take them off," Fei said. "Just for safety, since I don't know the horse," she reassured. But she'd known enough Krack C babies to know you don't just hop on one without draw reins unless you had a death wish, or at least if you ever wanted to ride again and not have some hospice nurse change you Depends everyday. Fei mentally laughed at her own joke before she snapped back to the conversation. Ralph had just returned with the draw reins, they were dusty and quite old looking. "He hasn't ever had draw reins on so he might not like it," James said with a worrisome look at the colt in the cross ties. Fei grabbed her standard sized dressage whip she'd carried in, handing her piaffe whip to Ralph to carry with him, and then pet the horse. He looked like he would have bitten her, had he not eyed the whip in her hands first with an almost narrowed gaze. He avoided the touch of her hand and lifted up his head, his tail swishing. "Already trying to disrespect me?" she whispered quietly to the horse. "That won't last long..." she said in an even lower voice so no one would hear. After the draw reins were in place Fei slipped her helmet on and did a silent prayer before she took the horse from Ralph and walked him out. The colt was a looming 16'3 hands. Fei grabbed her reins and the back of the saddle and stuck her foot in the stirrup. He began to walk off the second her foot hit the stirrup. Fei growled at the horse, "Ho." He didn't even flick an ear he just kept walking, Fei hopping after. She pushed off her remaining leg and got herself into the saddle with an awkward struggle. Then she gathered her reins and made him ho. He shook his head and pinned his ears, the rapid swish of his tail sounded behind them. But he did ho. "Good boy," Fei said, patting his withers. "Now, you can't touch his mouth because it's going to make him buck. He got Ralph off last week and hasn't been ridden since," James said. 'Now you tell me he hasn't been ridden for a week!!' her mind raged. But on the outside she just smiled and said, "Okay." She wasn't going to not touch his mouth because then he'd never use his hind end right if he couldn't even except a simple connection and therefore he'd have no bend and no control over the outside shoulder and therefore... not be doing dressage... at least, not properly. Fei walked him into the arena. Well, so far so goo- The horse shot his head up and began at a dead bolting gallop. Fei grabbed her reins and tightened up on her draw reins. That was when he started to buck. Bam! Bam! Leap..BAM! Bam! "KNOCK IT OFF!" Fei growled, jerking on the outside rein hard. She hoped it really hurt too.... Ace jerked to a halt and reared, loosening Fei's seat a little and making her lean forward. The horse then proceeded, with oh so much grace and elegance, to crow hop in a tight circle. Fei jerked the outside rein twice and smacked him with the whip. "NO!" He bucked and whip and she smacked him harder and twice. "NO!" She repeated. He then halted and seemed determined to not move. "Somebody want to hand me my Piaffe whip?" she asked. "What do you need the Piaffe whip for?" James asked with a worried look on his face. 'To whip his ass for that stunt,' she thought. She chose to ignore his question. Ralph hopped the fence and walked over. Suddenly Ace leaped sideways, dropped his shoulder like he was going after a cow that was escaping the herd, and turned around and started to gallop off. Fei grabbed the inside rein and began to turn him slowly. "WHOA!" he popped a rough and not quite as big of a buck as before, since he was at a fast speed. Fei silently prayed the gradual circle would actually slow this horse down. It did after five sideways barrel racing styled twenty meter circles, give or take a meter or two. She grabbed the reins firmly in one hand and took the Piaffe stick. She made sure the draw reins were the tightest, to keep his chin to his chest, which was exactly where it was at that moment. "Walk," she said in a firm voice. when he didn't respond to her voice and her legs she tried again, digging the spur in a little and he walked forward, it was an awkward movement with his chin stuck to his chest. "Good boy." She urged him into a nice trot. "Trot," she said nice and sweetly but still with the same authority. He pinned his ears and slowed down his walk. His body seemed to threaten that he'd do something if she kept asking for more. "Trot!" she said and smacked him with the whip. He leaped into a canter and she praised him. "Good boy! Now trot." Ace slowed into a trot and it was short and choppy and he was trying to lean in against her leg. "She tapped him with the whip. He kicked out with his leg and hopped into a canter and began trying to shake his head, doing some wobbly canter strides. "Ahh- trot!" she said, half halting the reins that were still in her one hand. He trotted and started to do a tralk, as she called it. Trot in front, walk in back. She smacked him with the whip. "Trot!" he kicked out and did a little buck. Fei smacked him for the buck and asked for a trot again. "You can't touch his mouth!" James called out. He'd actually been whispering it for quite sometime but Fei had been too busy to pay attention. She ignored him, acting like she hadn't heard. If she didn't touch his mouth he was going to get her off, and if he got her off, she was almost guaranteed to break something or someone. It took ten minutes of that battle before the black, well now a slightly grey color due to white foam, colt settled into a decent enough trot. Fei released her reins and then held them with both hands again. She made him trot around the ring for some time before she asked for a few canter trot transitions. He complied but was very testy at first. After about twenty minutes of some walk trot and trot canter transitions she asked for a few leg yields, which he didn't like but he didn't understand either so she was very understanding when he wanted to kick out or buck, but he was always stuck back into the movement. When they finished the horse was covered in white foam, white lines where the reins had created friction on his neck and white foam dripped down the horse's narrow forehead from his brow band to his nose band and then slid to the corner where it met up with the pool of drippy white mouth foam. Steam was rolling off the horse and the sun had just reached the horizon, a vigorous wind had taken hold of the skies about half an hour ago and was doing its best to cool the two sweaty beings down. "Good boy!" she said, patting the horse's neck and letting his reins out as far as she dared. She looked to Gray with a little smile and then at James and Ralph. James looked a little pissed off, but Ralph seemed to be in awe. "You were actually better than I thought you were going to be buddy," she said to the horse, patting his withers again. The horse let out a long sigh and everything in his body seemed to loosen up, as if it had all been held tightly sprung and was just now letting itself uncoil. words. 1547 tagged. Gray, Fei Notes. Holy crap that was longer than I expected, sorry! haha it's like a mini novel!!! haha..

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2igiyh1.jpg] Gray had followed along, at ease. Even just seeing the horse, something was off. He could see it in the beast's eyes, something not quite right, something just a little broken in that mind. Not in the sense of abuse, of course. More like it had been there since birth. He stayed well enough back so that if those teeth flashed out, they wouldn't catch the fanny pack. He could handle a bite, he was absolutely sure, but he had little doubt it would kill the poor squirrel who was already at pretty bad odds until Gray had found him. He stood near the fence, closer than he should have considering the horse's actions, but he was hardly afraid. He preferred a hoof to a bullet any day. He watched, carefully keeping an eye in case she fell, ready to book it over if she did. But still, there was a glimmer of amusement. Mostly because she didn't look like she was moving, no matter how hard the damn horse tried to make her do otherwise. He chuckled, teeth finally flashing in his smile at her last comment. Yeah. She was officially crazy if that was better than she'd expected and she'd still gotten on. Not that he could say much. He'd done stupider. His stupidity had just earned him a medal. Her didn't, and probably wouldn't. Then, his arms crossed on the top railing of the arena fence and he rested his chin there for a moment before finally speaking up. I have little doubt the horse will be fine, but your back will probably be killing you in a bit, after that rodeo of a dressage ride. He'd worked a few rodeos with his internship with a large animal vet, and even the cowboys who had bad falls had said it was probably the twisting a bouncing from the bucks and rears that hurt the most by the end of the day, when it all came down to it. Back muscles just weren't large enough, nor stronger enough, to support that kind of work without some kind of after effect. He straightened up again, though he still leaned on the fence a bit. I know someone who's pretty good at giving massages, if you need. There was that confidant little smirk again, though there was no clear reason for it. Probably because he hadn't mentioned it was him. He'd dabbled in a lot of things for a short while, massage being one of them. He was no pro, but usually people didn't need one.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style, background: #330000][atrb=style, padding: 10px;] JUSTGONNASTANDTHERE ANDWATCHMEBURN - - - - - - - - - - - - but that's alright - - - - - - - - - because i like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there And hear me cry But that's alright Because I love The way you lie I love the way you lie - - - - - - - - - Fei blushed and sent him a silent plead with her eyes to hush. She was trying to get a job not a date, but the offer was very tempting. She cleared her throat and straightened her shoulders. "I have handled worse, believe it or not, on Fantigo." But Fantigo had been abused at the race track and had actually a better excuse than the horse she was now riding. She just knew that Krack C babies were off their rocker and that wouldn't change any time soon. Fei looked at James, "This horse is for Ralph, is he not?" Fei asked. "Yes." "Sell him. Get yourself something nicer, don't waste your time on this one, he's going to seriously hurt someone when he gets bigger. His fight isn't over yet, and he hasn't completely understood just how big he is yet." She'd seen a Krack C gelding run a girl smack into a brick wall, just trying to gt the girl off, then took her barreling threw barbed wire when she was stupid enough to get back on. "Thank you," James said, obviously going to ignore her warnings. "But I think that's all we wanted from you." "Don't get all high horse, be safe, think about Ralph," Fei said. "So who do you suggest I sell him to? You?" James said with narrowed eyes. "Nope. I don't want something that dangerous. I don't mind a little challenge, but not one that will kill me. I suggest, if you are going to keep him, send him to training with a friend of mine. He's from Germany and his prices are high, but he's worth it. He can sell anything," Fei said, looking at Ralph. "Don't keep riding this horse, you'll get hurt. But that's just my opinion." Fei hopped off Ace and started to run her stirrups up. She left his reins and everything else with James and Ralph before she motioned to Gray. She was flushing lightly again. "Thanks for the offer but maybe you should have saved it for later...," she said with a little smile and a spark in her eyes. She walked to her truck with him, hopping in the drivers seat and lifting up the center console and digging threw it. "So, you still offering?" she asked Gray, pulling out the thing she was looking for, a small rectangular card with a phone number on it. "Ah ha!" She hopped out of the truck and walked over to where James and Ralph were and pinned it on the board in the barn aisle. Then she grabbed her check that was pinned just below it, thanked the two, for what she doesn't know, and left. She caught back up to Gray. "So, you hungry? Cause I'm starving!" The sun was slowly dimming the sky and birds were making frantic trips to gather seeds and bugs before the sun had completely vanished. Horses from far away nickered and the wind blew a steady rhythm threw the grass. Fei's hair, that was in a neat ponytail, whipped around her face, a few loose strands getting in her way. She pulled off her helmet and stuck it in the trucks passenger seat before she tossed her black gloves on the console and climbed in the drivers side. She pulled out her spurs in her one pocket and set them on the gloves. She then tugged at the ponytail holder and released her red hair from it's captor. She fit the ponytail holder on her wrist and loosened her hair with her hand. She'd definitely need another shower that day before she went to bed, she felt the thin layers of dirt and grime from all the work. She checked her phone's time. Six o'clock. The feed and grain was closed... but the CalAg was supposed to be open around til six thirty. Maybe she'd get her safe choice there again. It seemed to have a lot less bags full of corn, which made Fantigo nuts. Words. 661 Tags. Gray, Fei Notes. Oh so much better, not so long ^^

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