Post by ಌAshley Collinsಏ™ on Dec 2, 2008 17:06:31 GMT -8
Ashley had packed her bags and was headed off toward a new stables, leaving her home town of Virginia. Part of her was sad just because of the fact she was leaving her boyfriend Ty and everything she once knew and grew to know. Yet she was happy all the same, for it was a new start in life. A new road to follow that she could start on a clean slate and no one would judge her. See Ashley was not your typical girl of eighteen. She did not have a past of child abuse, neglect, drug dealing, or alcohol. She had needed this boarding stables for another reason. She needed to really find herself all over again, deal with the loss of her mother and the accident that nearly almost paralyzed her.
Ashley had said her good-byes to her grandfather and boyfriend Ty at the time and got into her greyish blue four door pick up truck with her suitcases in the back and a horse trailer alongside and behind. Matching in color. Inside stood a dun colored gelding named Breeze of Ireland, or Ireland for short. The same horse Ashley and her mother saved and where brining home, before the accident happened. Tears fell down her face as she waved and put the truck into drive and disappeared down the drive, never to see home again.
She had arrived and loaded the airport and made arrangements for Ireland to be shipped out and arrive at the school. After about a few hours of traveling and about an hour delay Ashley had found herself in the small area of the new stables. Loading into another vehicle, Ashley looked to the address that was on the paper. As they drove she looked up as the bus stopped and shouted out the destination. Ashley had got up and walked forward. Exiting the bus she had found her belongings and walked up the long drive. From what she could see it seemed almost the ritzy sort of style but no one seemed to be around. Ashley wondered around and had soon found Breeze of Ireland already in a stall waiting for her. Arms quickly wrapped around the eight year olds neck as she hugged him. "Good to see you boy, I hope you had a fun ride, I know you don't like traveling, but we made it, maybe it can be a new start for both of us." She said as her head went into the gelding mane.
Full Name:: Ashley Marie Collins
Nickname:: Ashley or Ash
Birthdate:: April 8, 1990
Age:: 18
Gender:: Female
Heritage:: Italian, Polish, Irish, & English
Height:: 5'7"
Weight:: 145lbs
Eye Color:: Blue
Hair Color/Style:: Brown/Long, Straight, Lower back length and usually always in a ponytail.
Medical Conditions/Problems:: Her right shoulder still acts up now and again from a serious fall that had happened when she was eleven. Medical treatment is needed by antibiotics and if serious enough surgery. Her shoulder has only been operated on once after her fall when she was thrown into a stall wall by a horse. A steel plate and pins are in her upper left leg due to the same injury of being thrown into a stall wall by a horse. If she gets injuried or falls just right doctors say she can become paralized.
Family:: Her mother died when she was twelve years old from the same accident that left Ashley in acoma for a week with scratchs and bruises and her horse Ireland scarred and unable to trust. Her father and older sister live in England and she refused to talk to her father after he deserted her and her mother, her sister she is more willing to speak to. She lived on the farm with her grandfather and a stablehand Jesse who she considered like family for he was around since she was young.
Riding Experience:: Since the age of four, fourteen years in the saddle
Riding Level:: Advanced to Professional up until accident.
Riding Style:: Western/ Western Expo, Western Pleasure, Trail Riding, Bareback Riding, Pole Bending/Weaving, Barrel Racing and Halter Showmanship.
Horse Boarded at Stables:: Yes
Breeze of Ireland (Ireland)
Job at Stables::
Relatives at Stables::
Appearence:: Ashley appears to everyone to be always in modest clothes, of jeans and a t-shirt she is not intested in the most hottest fashions, always upkept and neat. Everything she does has to be organized. She also places herself as more of a loner, liking to be by herself and work by herself, she is rather unsure of herself or what others will think of her since her accident. She walks every now and again with a limp when there in strenorous activy because of her leg. A smile is usually always on her face, even though she may not be smiling inside. She is kind when first meeting but if you wish to show and attitude she will simple not put up with it. Her hair is always pulled back in a ponytail because of the length, she rarely wears her hair down. She hates to admit or tell people of any weaknesses she had for then she thinks she herself is weak and that she is making someone take care or help her when she could do it herself. She had a very high outlook for herself and her future and will try her darnest to complete it and not let anything get in her way, and if it does she tries to beat it.
Personality:: Ashley is your typical shy girl. Not always the one to say the first hello to but thats her way. She keeps to herself a lot of the time, maybe because of her past. She can trust others but it takes a lot to get her to, for she has been back-stabbed too may times by her own friends, and lied to by people she though she could trust. One thing she cannot stand is people who walk around with there noises in the air thinking they know it all or are all that. At times she considers herself a loner. If you really take the time to get to know her you will realize that she is not the shy girl you though she was; or you take the time to understand why she is who she is today, you will actually see who she is.
Ashley actually has a dry sense of humor to her and is very outgoing. Horses are her passion though, she is not intrested in boys like most her age, its horses. She loves them and loves to work with them and does well with anything she does. She is bound and determine to start and improve her riding with help but again does not want to show she needs help. If a horse is in need of help she is there, she will do everything in her will to protect that horse. No matter if it be mucking stalls, training, lessons, etc. She has her off days as like anyone else, if you happen to angre her enough she does explode and to get back on her good side is almost impossible. If you need something done ask her it is done usually correct, neat, and usually no questions asked.
Likes::
Dislikes::
History::
Ashley had always grown up with her mother, grandfather and stablehand, Jesse, she did not know really anything more that that, her father and longer sister left for England when she was only three years old. She stayed by her mothers side and learned how to join up with horses and understand how they felt, by there body language or there movements. At the age of twelve towards midnight they recieved a call about an abandon horse in a barn about twenty minutes away. Ashley's mother refused to go and get the horse in the storm since they would have to climb with the truck and trailer into the mountains. Ashley continued to beg her mom and eventually she gave in. They grabbed there rain gear and threw it on over there jackets, hooked the trailer up and grabbed a few items. And off they set to the old Jackson's property to rescue the horse.
They got to the property and soon found the horse, he was no more than two years old, all his ribs could be counted, on a scale of one to ten of abandoment, this was a ten. The gelding could barely hold his head up. They loaded his easily into the trailer and started there assend down the mountain back to there farm. The rain came down in sheets, the windsheild wipers unable tomeet up, the truck and trailer where pulled with the mud and water on the road. Lightning and thunder rolled and boomed over head. A stike of lightning was seem and soon a crash. Everything went blank and black. A tree had snapped and landed on the truck, smashing the truck and trailer and everyone inside. Ashley woke about a week later in the Intensive Care Unit of the hospital where tubes where run all over her body. After she seemed to wake she had to stay in the hospital another week to make sure she was indeed in okay health, that was then she was told about the accident, the accident she and the horse Ireland survived but her mother was killed.
--->Skip<-----
A brisk January day was coming, darker than dark outside the bedroom window, crystallized over with snow as the north winds blew. Ashley rolled over to her side and looked to her alarm clock, it read 4:30am. She sighed and though about getting up. She needed to do her barn chorus before school started at 7:30am. She threw the covers up and over herself rising she slipped on her barn jeans, and an old shirt. She threw her hair back and made her way downstairs. She slipped on her mucking boots and threw a jacket over herself as well.
As she walked to the barn, the snow was to her knees so she had to plow her own path and fight with the blowing, drifting snow that the north winds where creating. She reached the barn, brushed herself off and turned the lights on. The four horses they had poked there heads out of their stalls, each welcoming her with their own nicker. "Hey there everyone, morning to you as well." she spoke as if they understood her. Mixing up their morning grains she then placed each one into the required stall. Now going back to check buckets she began to take them out.
She had emptied and filled three of the stalls and now the fourth was left. She had walked in like any other given morning and unclipped the bucket as it rested on her knee and she took a hold of it. Emptying it and then refilling it she brought it back to the stall. She rested it again on her knee as she re-clipped it to the wall. When she stepped back and looked back she caught a hoof right in her left leg as she fell back and landed hard against the wall of the stall. Her shoulder had popped out again and the stitching tore and now her leg was in pain as well.
Now she managed to crawl her way out of the stall and get to the tack room and cover herself off. But now she was also stranded there because of the time of year it was. All she could hope for was that the stable hand Ty came early. Now 7:00am rolled around and still she had not come in, her father had gotten worried and went to check on her. Calling to her and hearing a call he followed and found her in the tack shed. He quickly rushed to her side and tried to ease the pain. He knew then and there she had done damage to her upper leg and needed it check out and also he saw the bloodstain on her shirt. She had tore her stitched as well.
Name:: Breeze of Ireland
Nicknames:: Ireland or Breeze
Age: 8
Height: 16.2hh
Gender: Gelding
Breed: American Quarter Horse (AQHA)
Base Color: Buckskin/Dun
Facial Markings: A faint star upon his forehead, black tipped ears and a black muzzle.
Leg Markings: Four Black Stockings
Mane/Tail: Black
Other Markings: None that can be seen
Personality: Breeze is kind and gentle if you work with him, like his rider he to has a past which recaps in his life. His temperment can go down as low as a one or a two but then he can be a nine to a ten. Depends on who you are, what you are doing, asking him or what not. He has been with Ashley four six years now and the two have formed a great bond, one that cannot be broken all to easily.
Even though Breeze has been with Ashley since she rescued him does not mean anything. At times he will try and bit Ashley when she is taking care of him or just passing by. When the two are riding it is not accustome to see every now and again Ireland trying to throw Ashley off his back but mainly refusals are seen or his own path is set. He knows at times when to behave and when he cannot due to Ashley's body language when she approchs him. Most of the time Ireland will follow her like a puppy from his stall to the arenas or to a ring when competing.
Appearance:: Breeze can be quiet a calm looking horse from a glance far away, in a field grazing or when he is competing, but that is not all true. His moods and temperment can change just as quick and sudden as the calm before a storm. Anyone that does not know him has to be careful expecially if they are of the male gender because Breeze hates men for some reason. If Ashley is around or standing near him you are fine but if she is not then beware he could try to lunge at you.
Likes::
Dislikes::
History: He was no more than two years old, all his ribs could be counted, on a scale of one to ten of abandoment, this was a ten. The gelding could barely hold his head up. They loaded his easily into the trailer and started there assend down the mountain back to there farm. The rain came down in sheets, the windsheild wipers unable tomeet up, the truck and trailer where pulled with the mud and water on the road. Lightning and thunder rolled and boomed over head. Matters did not help when he was crying out and rocking the trailer in fright of the darkness and the sounds. A stike of lightning was seem and soon a crash. Everything went blank and black. A tree had snapped and landed on the truck, smashing the truck and trailer and everyone inside.
Ireland was brought to the farm while Ashley recovered in the hospital, several cuts some deep and others light marking over his whole body. Dried blood seen since no one could get near him. Whites of his eyes seen as he was let loose in a round up pen that had a covered roof. Night would come and his shrill cried could be heard over anything and they got worse when it stormed.
When Ashley came home she had went to the pen with bandages still over her body as she watched and spoke lightly to me. I wanted to trust her, I reconised her but in my own mind this was one of the same humans that saves me and made me look like this, caused me to be who I am now. She refused to give up. Slowly I began to trust, and when I lashed out she would back away but she never quit on me. She was the only thing she had left to remind her of her mother
Owner:: Ashley Marie Collins
Stable Boarding at::
Ashley had said her good-byes to her grandfather and boyfriend Ty at the time and got into her greyish blue four door pick up truck with her suitcases in the back and a horse trailer alongside and behind. Matching in color. Inside stood a dun colored gelding named Breeze of Ireland, or Ireland for short. The same horse Ashley and her mother saved and where brining home, before the accident happened. Tears fell down her face as she waved and put the truck into drive and disappeared down the drive, never to see home again.
She had arrived and loaded the airport and made arrangements for Ireland to be shipped out and arrive at the school. After about a few hours of traveling and about an hour delay Ashley had found herself in the small area of the new stables. Loading into another vehicle, Ashley looked to the address that was on the paper. As they drove she looked up as the bus stopped and shouted out the destination. Ashley had got up and walked forward. Exiting the bus she had found her belongings and walked up the long drive. From what she could see it seemed almost the ritzy sort of style but no one seemed to be around. Ashley wondered around and had soon found Breeze of Ireland already in a stall waiting for her. Arms quickly wrapped around the eight year olds neck as she hugged him. "Good to see you boy, I hope you had a fun ride, I know you don't like traveling, but we made it, maybe it can be a new start for both of us." She said as her head went into the gelding mane.
Full Name:: Ashley Marie Collins
Nickname:: Ashley or Ash
Birthdate:: April 8, 1990
Age:: 18
Gender:: Female
Heritage:: Italian, Polish, Irish, & English
Height:: 5'7"
Weight:: 145lbs
Eye Color:: Blue
Hair Color/Style:: Brown/Long, Straight, Lower back length and usually always in a ponytail.
Medical Conditions/Problems:: Her right shoulder still acts up now and again from a serious fall that had happened when she was eleven. Medical treatment is needed by antibiotics and if serious enough surgery. Her shoulder has only been operated on once after her fall when she was thrown into a stall wall by a horse. A steel plate and pins are in her upper left leg due to the same injury of being thrown into a stall wall by a horse. If she gets injuried or falls just right doctors say she can become paralized.
Family:: Her mother died when she was twelve years old from the same accident that left Ashley in acoma for a week with scratchs and bruises and her horse Ireland scarred and unable to trust. Her father and older sister live in England and she refused to talk to her father after he deserted her and her mother, her sister she is more willing to speak to. She lived on the farm with her grandfather and a stablehand Jesse who she considered like family for he was around since she was young.
Riding Experience:: Since the age of four, fourteen years in the saddle
Riding Level:: Advanced to Professional up until accident.
Riding Style:: Western/ Western Expo, Western Pleasure, Trail Riding, Bareback Riding, Pole Bending/Weaving, Barrel Racing and Halter Showmanship.
Horse Boarded at Stables:: Yes
Breeze of Ireland (Ireland)
Job at Stables::
Relatives at Stables::
Appearence:: Ashley appears to everyone to be always in modest clothes, of jeans and a t-shirt she is not intested in the most hottest fashions, always upkept and neat. Everything she does has to be organized. She also places herself as more of a loner, liking to be by herself and work by herself, she is rather unsure of herself or what others will think of her since her accident. She walks every now and again with a limp when there in strenorous activy because of her leg. A smile is usually always on her face, even though she may not be smiling inside. She is kind when first meeting but if you wish to show and attitude she will simple not put up with it. Her hair is always pulled back in a ponytail because of the length, she rarely wears her hair down. She hates to admit or tell people of any weaknesses she had for then she thinks she herself is weak and that she is making someone take care or help her when she could do it herself. She had a very high outlook for herself and her future and will try her darnest to complete it and not let anything get in her way, and if it does she tries to beat it.
Personality:: Ashley is your typical shy girl. Not always the one to say the first hello to but thats her way. She keeps to herself a lot of the time, maybe because of her past. She can trust others but it takes a lot to get her to, for she has been back-stabbed too may times by her own friends, and lied to by people she though she could trust. One thing she cannot stand is people who walk around with there noises in the air thinking they know it all or are all that. At times she considers herself a loner. If you really take the time to get to know her you will realize that she is not the shy girl you though she was; or you take the time to understand why she is who she is today, you will actually see who she is.
Ashley actually has a dry sense of humor to her and is very outgoing. Horses are her passion though, she is not intrested in boys like most her age, its horses. She loves them and loves to work with them and does well with anything she does. She is bound and determine to start and improve her riding with help but again does not want to show she needs help. If a horse is in need of help she is there, she will do everything in her will to protect that horse. No matter if it be mucking stalls, training, lessons, etc. She has her off days as like anyone else, if you happen to angre her enough she does explode and to get back on her good side is almost impossible. If you need something done ask her it is done usually correct, neat, and usually no questions asked.
Likes::
- Horses in General
- Riding Horses
- Training Horses
- Reading
- Writting
- Organization
- People who do not judge
- People who are kind/understanding
- Country Music
- Nature
Dislikes::
- People who Judge
- Snobs
- Preps
- Alcohol
- Smokers
- Not being around horses
- Not being organized
- Animal Abuser
- Rap
- Wolves
History::
Ashley had always grown up with her mother, grandfather and stablehand, Jesse, she did not know really anything more that that, her father and longer sister left for England when she was only three years old. She stayed by her mothers side and learned how to join up with horses and understand how they felt, by there body language or there movements. At the age of twelve towards midnight they recieved a call about an abandon horse in a barn about twenty minutes away. Ashley's mother refused to go and get the horse in the storm since they would have to climb with the truck and trailer into the mountains. Ashley continued to beg her mom and eventually she gave in. They grabbed there rain gear and threw it on over there jackets, hooked the trailer up and grabbed a few items. And off they set to the old Jackson's property to rescue the horse.
They got to the property and soon found the horse, he was no more than two years old, all his ribs could be counted, on a scale of one to ten of abandoment, this was a ten. The gelding could barely hold his head up. They loaded his easily into the trailer and started there assend down the mountain back to there farm. The rain came down in sheets, the windsheild wipers unable tomeet up, the truck and trailer where pulled with the mud and water on the road. Lightning and thunder rolled and boomed over head. A stike of lightning was seem and soon a crash. Everything went blank and black. A tree had snapped and landed on the truck, smashing the truck and trailer and everyone inside. Ashley woke about a week later in the Intensive Care Unit of the hospital where tubes where run all over her body. After she seemed to wake she had to stay in the hospital another week to make sure she was indeed in okay health, that was then she was told about the accident, the accident she and the horse Ireland survived but her mother was killed.
--->Skip<-----
A brisk January day was coming, darker than dark outside the bedroom window, crystallized over with snow as the north winds blew. Ashley rolled over to her side and looked to her alarm clock, it read 4:30am. She sighed and though about getting up. She needed to do her barn chorus before school started at 7:30am. She threw the covers up and over herself rising she slipped on her barn jeans, and an old shirt. She threw her hair back and made her way downstairs. She slipped on her mucking boots and threw a jacket over herself as well.
As she walked to the barn, the snow was to her knees so she had to plow her own path and fight with the blowing, drifting snow that the north winds where creating. She reached the barn, brushed herself off and turned the lights on. The four horses they had poked there heads out of their stalls, each welcoming her with their own nicker. "Hey there everyone, morning to you as well." she spoke as if they understood her. Mixing up their morning grains she then placed each one into the required stall. Now going back to check buckets she began to take them out.
She had emptied and filled three of the stalls and now the fourth was left. She had walked in like any other given morning and unclipped the bucket as it rested on her knee and she took a hold of it. Emptying it and then refilling it she brought it back to the stall. She rested it again on her knee as she re-clipped it to the wall. When she stepped back and looked back she caught a hoof right in her left leg as she fell back and landed hard against the wall of the stall. Her shoulder had popped out again and the stitching tore and now her leg was in pain as well.
Now she managed to crawl her way out of the stall and get to the tack room and cover herself off. But now she was also stranded there because of the time of year it was. All she could hope for was that the stable hand Ty came early. Now 7:00am rolled around and still she had not come in, her father had gotten worried and went to check on her. Calling to her and hearing a call he followed and found her in the tack shed. He quickly rushed to her side and tried to ease the pain. He knew then and there she had done damage to her upper leg and needed it check out and also he saw the bloodstain on her shirt. She had tore her stitched as well.
Name:: Breeze of Ireland
Nicknames:: Ireland or Breeze
Age: 8
Height: 16.2hh
Gender: Gelding
Breed: American Quarter Horse (AQHA)
Base Color: Buckskin/Dun
Facial Markings: A faint star upon his forehead, black tipped ears and a black muzzle.
Leg Markings: Four Black Stockings
Mane/Tail: Black
Other Markings: None that can be seen
Personality: Breeze is kind and gentle if you work with him, like his rider he to has a past which recaps in his life. His temperment can go down as low as a one or a two but then he can be a nine to a ten. Depends on who you are, what you are doing, asking him or what not. He has been with Ashley four six years now and the two have formed a great bond, one that cannot be broken all to easily.
Even though Breeze has been with Ashley since she rescued him does not mean anything. At times he will try and bit Ashley when she is taking care of him or just passing by. When the two are riding it is not accustome to see every now and again Ireland trying to throw Ashley off his back but mainly refusals are seen or his own path is set. He knows at times when to behave and when he cannot due to Ashley's body language when she approchs him. Most of the time Ireland will follow her like a puppy from his stall to the arenas or to a ring when competing.
Appearance:: Breeze can be quiet a calm looking horse from a glance far away, in a field grazing or when he is competing, but that is not all true. His moods and temperment can change just as quick and sudden as the calm before a storm. Anyone that does not know him has to be careful expecially if they are of the male gender because Breeze hates men for some reason. If Ashley is around or standing near him you are fine but if she is not then beware he could try to lunge at you.
Likes::
- Ashley
- Nice people
- Grazing
- Treats
- Being Ridden
- Competing
- Attention
Dislikes::
- Most men
- Angry People
- Traveling long distances
- Being in a Trailer or stall for long periods of time
- Stale Hay
- Whips
- Abandonment
- Storms
- Darkness
History: He was no more than two years old, all his ribs could be counted, on a scale of one to ten of abandoment, this was a ten. The gelding could barely hold his head up. They loaded his easily into the trailer and started there assend down the mountain back to there farm. The rain came down in sheets, the windsheild wipers unable tomeet up, the truck and trailer where pulled with the mud and water on the road. Lightning and thunder rolled and boomed over head. Matters did not help when he was crying out and rocking the trailer in fright of the darkness and the sounds. A stike of lightning was seem and soon a crash. Everything went blank and black. A tree had snapped and landed on the truck, smashing the truck and trailer and everyone inside.
Ireland was brought to the farm while Ashley recovered in the hospital, several cuts some deep and others light marking over his whole body. Dried blood seen since no one could get near him. Whites of his eyes seen as he was let loose in a round up pen that had a covered roof. Night would come and his shrill cried could be heard over anything and they got worse when it stormed.
When Ashley came home she had went to the pen with bandages still over her body as she watched and spoke lightly to me. I wanted to trust her, I reconised her but in my own mind this was one of the same humans that saves me and made me look like this, caused me to be who I am now. She refused to give up. Slowly I began to trust, and when I lashed out she would back away but she never quit on me. She was the only thing she had left to remind her of her mother
Owner:: Ashley Marie Collins
Stable Boarding at::
