- - say hello to new beginnings. [dakoda]

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This morning wasn't so horribly bad for her. Her new job as a stable hand didn't start until tomorrow morning but, she had still made it down to the barn by five o'clock to feed her boys and to see how they were reacting to the halters that she had left their yesterday. Charlie still had his on the ground from when he took it and put it there so, she had went into the stall to pick it up. Charlie didn't react as bad as she had thought that he would have. He wasn't incredibly happy that she decided to walk into his stall but, he still backed up when she pushed on the three year old's chest and made a clicking noise to him so, she rewarded the quarter horse by telling him he was a good boy and patting him a little on the neck. He then bobbed his head and Koda laughed at him.

She also saw that even Bear was showing more interest in his halter. Horses by nature are very curious creatures so it didn't shock her to see him sniffing at it and even biting it a little bit. She smiled at him. Good boy, Bear. She told him in a low, very pleased voice.

She had seen that some of the stalls had been already cleaned by the time that she had gotten there. She had actually left a note outside of her boys' stalls that said " Hi, I'm not halter broken yet so, please leave me in my stall and my owner will take care of my stall. Thank You!" Dakoda didn't want anyone getting hurt trying to halter either of them, especially Bear who could possibly seriously injure someone. Bear was an Arabian so, he was smaller by breed but, he could still bite like a pony and kick like a Clydesdale. But, he was going to get to the higher end of the Arabian height judging by how tall he already was and that he was only two and a half years old.

Dakoda walked down to the feed room and grabbed her boys' food. She didn't really want anyone else to feed them, not because she didn't trust the stable hands here, she just wanted to be the one that is the food provider for them so they would trust her more. It had taken her two trips to feed both of them and then she watched them more, sitting on the opposite wall with a chair that she had put their yesterday. She wanted her boys to be used to her. She had only purchased them a few weeks ago. She wanted to get a halter on Charlie tomorrow and then maybe Bear the next day. She was hoping that by doing it with the calmer horse first would show Bear how not horrible it really is.

She had started doing some touching exercises with Bear. She needed him to become desensitized to touching. Charlie was pretty good with being touched but not Bear. For the first about half-hour, he had his ears pinned back and his eyes wild at her and he even bared his teeth a few times. Koda backed away from him slowly to calm him down before going to touch him again. Then, he bit her.OW! She didn't scream but, she did yell which startled the Arabian but, he didn't freak out like she expected him too. She smacked him right on the nose.No! Bad Bear. If he had been wearing a halter, she would have shook it. He had bitten her on her bicep right under where her t-shirt ended. The bite sort of burned her skin but, it wasn't unbearable. She imagined that it would be the first of many. Though, she continued to touch the horse, not allowing him to win. His behavior actually was a bit better. He still pinned his ears and moved away from her hand but, it was a bit better. She realized that she would have to dominate this horse to get him trained unlike Charlie who needed a softer approach.

By noon, she left the barn to go home and eat lunch. She didn't know if she was going to go back to the barn or not that day. She had plans to go down to the coffee shop and listen to a soloist guitar player. She had thought about playing there once or twice but, she didn't think she was good enough for that. She had seen people get booed off the stage and that would be horrific if it happened to her. She loved playing her guitar and she actually taught herself, in her room when she was about thirteen years old.

She had made herself a sandwhich and ate it on the couch. She looked around her house and it felt really empty, like something was missing. She had thought several times about adopting a cat or a dog or something to live here with her but, she didn't know how she could with two untrained stallions sucking every bit of her attention. When she finished her sand which, she jumped in the shower to get the horse stank off of her. She loved the smell but, she knew that others didn't and she didn't want to be looked at funny.

It was twelve thirty by the time she had gotten out of the shower. She dried her hair with a towel and then a blow drier. She then brushed it out with a brush. Her hair was always worn natural except for the rare occasion when she is forced to straighten it completely. Her hair was mostly straight but, it curled at the ends in big curls and her pale skin made the red tint in her hair look even redder. She had always heard girls say to her that they wished that they had hair like hers but, she knew they really didn't. They would much rather be a bleached blonde bimbo than a redhead.

She watched a few hours of T.V, read a magazine or two, and even vacuumed a little in her living room. Her furniture was modest, not super expensive because she couldn't afford that but, it wasn't too bad, she thought it looked nice. She sort of meandered around her house until it was time to leave. There was nothing exciting to do at her house and she didn't want to need to take another shower so, going back to the barn wasn't an option.

She knew that the show started at 7:30 but, she didn't want to be the only one sitting there, right when it started so, she left at 7:30. Her house wasn't too far from town, only ten minutes with normal traffic. So, she finally walked into the quaint little shop at 7:40. She purchased some coffee and sat down by one of the little tables and listened to the guitarist play. He wasn't bad for having no amps and being all by himself. She felt bad that there weren't many others here.

At eight o'clock, she heard the door ding, announcing that someone was here. She turned around and saw a man walk into the shop. She hoped that he would stay and watch the man on the stage play. It's the most disheartening thing to play at a gig and have no one show up. Thankfully, the guy sat down after purchasing something to drink. She hadn't been staring at him this whole time, she had just seen him walk in and then she heard a voice order something and then she heard him sit down. She looked at the man and smiled. It was cool being with others that enjoy coffee and guitar palyers like she did. She had seen many people walk in and buy coffee and leave. So, by him staying it told her a little about him. .

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Tagged; Mason
Notes; I'm sorry too lol I wanted to start her at the barn and then I kinda went off for a few paragraphs.
Status; Finished
Muse; Pretty good
Song lyrics; Black Masquerade - Rainbow
Credit; Ange@Caution 2.0 Steal, and I will find you and undoubtedly eat your soul.

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Dakoda was getting lost in the player's chords and the sound of the beautiful guitar that he was playing. She loved the sound of acoustic guitars, they sounded so beautiful and rich in tone, especially the one that the guy was playing. She had a black Fender DG-60 Acoustic guitar at home. It cost her parents 159 dollars which was nothing compared to some others that she had seen. It had been her first guitar, her parents had purchased it for her on her birthday when she turned 12 years old, two years after she started riding horses. The sound of the guitar that she had sitting at home had a full and beautiful sound, much better than what she had heard come out of Yamaha F335. Of course she had owned the guitar for a long, long time so the age of the wood also helped with the sound. She found that older guitars sound better than brand new ones. She kept the guitar in excellent condition and it was one of her prized possessions because it had been her first one and she had taught herself how to play on it so, it looked close to brand new only better.

She had purchased other guitars over the years and even an electric guitar that she had gotten a few months before moving here. It was a Fender American Deluxe Stratocaster HSS electric guitar. It was a dark grey guitar and it had a compound radius fretboard which made effortless string bending anywhere on the neck and it even had an F3 noiseless pickup which supercharged the sound of the instrument. The guitar had cost her 1,600 dollars which most people would find extremely expensive for a guitar but she had seen guitars go for over 5 thousand dollars. Dakoda would love to play a 5 thousand dollar guitar and would probably die if she ever had the money to own one.

Just then, she was snapped back into reality when the guy that she saw walk in was standing right next to her. He asked her if she minded if he took a seat by her. It was a bold gesture for someone to walk up to a stranger and ask to sit down, she didn't know if she would have been able to do the same thing. Yeah of course, take a seat. She smiled and gestured to the other empty chair at the table. She wanted to give him some sort of reward for being so brave and taking a bold approach at meeting someone and she liked that about the guy. She thought that he was pretty cool. She hadn't been with anyone in years. The last boyfriend that she had was in high school and she was now 23. She had a lot of guy friends around her but, they all though of her as a little sister, not that she minded that. She thought of a lot of her guy friends as brothers instead of in a romantic way like some would assume. Besides, redheads weren't usually considered "beautiful" now days with everyone dying their hair bleached blonde. She had dyed her hair blonde once on a dare but, she didn't feel like herself anymore. She felt like a copy out of a copy machine. And, on top of being a redhead, she had a "model body" which was just a nice way of saying that she had a flat chest and a little butt with long legs. She wasn't incredibly tall, only 5 feet and 6 inches but, her legs looked long.

Then the guy introduced himself as "mason hunter" and sounded like a gentleman while doing it. He then offered to get her more coffee if she was running low which was a sweet gesture. It's nice to meet you Mason, I'm Dakoda Bradshaw but most people call be Koda. She smiled at him again. I'm good on the coffee but, thank you though.It was a sweet gesture to offer to get her more coffee and she really did enjoy drinking it but, she could get it herself.

She also looked at the guitarist who was taking a break to get a drink of water. Performing took a lot of energy and a lot of effort and the guy up there was doing a good job. She played a lot at home and sang a little bit by herself but, never in front of people. So, are you a fan of acoustics? She had been referring to acoustic guitars and she hoped that he knew what she had meant. The word acoustic could be used in several different ways. She wanted to keep the conversation going because the last thing she wanted was an awkward silence when meeting new people. She guessed that it was kind of a stupid question since he had stayed to listen to it but, it was the only thing that she could come up with for conversation.
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Tagged; Mason
Notes; It's alright
Status; Finished
Muse; Pretty good
Song lyrics; Black Masquerade - Rainbow
Credit; Ange@Caution 2.0 Steal, and I will find you and undoubtedly eat your soul.

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