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Oh my goodness! I want to read more and more and more! I want to see the part where Baron gets his scar!!
Thank you for tagging me!
Oh, btw, you never hit anyone with snowballs!
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Oh my goodness! I want to read more and more and more! I want to see the part where Baron gets his scar!!
Thank you for tagging me!
You’re welcome.
I’m currently writing Baron’s story in the form of an anthology series. I’ll post it when I’m done
Oh, btw, you never hit anyone with snowballs!
That’s because I’m nice
jk
No, it’s just because idk who i want to hit yet so I’m stashing them away
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)I’m currently writing Baron’s story in the form of an anthology series. I’ll post it when I’m done
*gaspeth*!!!
Yes please!!!!
No, it’s just because idk who i want to hit yet so I’m stashing them away
oh dear………
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
XD I love that.
I forgot I still have to do GRCR’s ten snowballs.
A disturbingly short time ago, in a land uncomfortably close by...
thank you sweet friend!
WRITE
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
SERIOUSLY?!
Lol, I guess I have to write now…. I’ll be back when i have something
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)lol.
High-Five!
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
@rae I’m not familiar with this story about Baron, but I love it already!!
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
I just realized I can’t actually flip my hair because I have a bob cut. 😐
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Here’s your Baron scene. I’m sorry that it’s so rough.
After they had eaten, Andy took him outside, showing him about the barn, instructing him on basic duties, and telling him about the animals.
As Andy was talking about the cows, a brown horse with a white blaze trotted over to the paddock fence and whinnied. Andy stopped talking and walked up to the fence, with Baron in tow. “This is Lucky,” he said, petting the horse. “He’s not much use to us besides an occasional ride but Granny won’t let me sell him.”
He pointed at the other horses out in the paddock; a dark dapple, and a black with a blaze and four stockings. “Those two are Prince and Flight Risk.” He pointed to another paddock that had a faded dapple laden with an unborn foal and a chestnut mare with a pretty little fellow trotting along. “Whirlwind will foal in another month. The other mare is Lady and her foal is Fish.”
Baron looked at Andy in surprise. “Fish?”
“He was born early. When I told Granny, the first thing she said was ‘fish! I forgot to get fish from Ben!’ She was only half-awake,” Andy chuckled. “So we named him Fish.”
Baron nodded. Lucky whinnied again.
“Go on, pet him,” Andy told Baron.
Baron hesitated. “I’ve never pet a horse before.”
“Oh, he won’t bite. Go ahead,” Andy coaxed.
“But-”
“Oh, just pet him already!”
Baron haltingly reached out a hand, touching Lucky’s nose. The horse blew out a breath of warm air. “Why is his nose so soft?” Baron wondered aloud, perplexed.
Andy laughed. “See? It’s not that bad!”
Baron cracked a smile. He believed he’d like this new life.
Cool water splashed in Baron’s face as he washed before heading into the farmhouse to eat. Coming back out later with a piece of bread, he leaned against the paddock fence and fed Lucky.
Almost a year and a half had passed since Baron had come to live with Granny and Andy. Despite himself, he grew close to them, allowing Granny to take him under her wing as if he was her own child. He had gained his strength, and for the first time in forever, he felt happy and safe.
For a while, Baron had been able to hide his scar underneath the scarf he wore, but eventually it had been seen. Granny asked if he was okay, and Andy was wary at first, but now it was as if it didn’t even exist anymore.
Andy laughed as he came down the steps from the front door, “From not knowing a single thing about horses to sneaking lunch bread to one!”
Baron smiled. “It’s hard not to like Lucky.” Baron scratched behind Lucky’s ear and straightened his forelock.
“Hey, Granny would like it if you could run out for groceries later. You can take Lucky.”
“Can Granny wait until after I finish repairing the fence from Flight Risk’s antics last night?”
“Yes, I think she can wait that long.”
“Good, I’ll get to that then.” He patted Lucky as he gave him the last bit of bread. “I’ll be back later, boy.”
By the time Baron mounted Lucky with his groceries for the journey home, evening was already setting. The ride was peaceful. Baron enjoyed the feeling of Lucky’s shifting muscles underneath him (for he rode without a saddle) and the relaxing sound of his slow hooves as he walked along the road home.
“It seems like a dream, Lucky. Almost two years ago, I was an assassin, now I’m a farm hand, and you know what? I wish I had been a farm hand my entire life. This has been a blissful time.”
They made their way along in silence for a bit, before Lucky pulled to a stop. His ears snapped to an alert position, and his nostrils widened as he caught a scent in the air. He nickered.
“What is it, boy? What’s wrong?”
Seeing Lucky’s gaze shift to the horizon where home was, Baron looked up and saw a flash of red. Fear struck Baron’s peaceful heart. He dug his heels into Lucky’s sides, and the horse began to run. Running, running, his hooves pounding against the ground. It was a short time to get within sight of the house with the galloping horse, but to Lucky’s rider it felt like an eternity. As Baron finally caught sight of home, his heart sunk.
“No, no, no, no!” Water formed in his eyes. He dismounted Lucky, running to the house, which was being licked by flames. He burst through the front door, which was not yet consumed, calling out for Granny and Andy. Entering the smoky kitchen, he stood transfixed, fear and shock making him no more than a statue.
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)aw, I love his getting to know the horse.
BUT WHAT HAPPENED! HOW COULD YOU LEAVE US ON A CLIFFHANGER LIKE THAT? CRUEL!!!
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
BUT WHAT HAPPENED! HOW COULD YOU LEAVE US ON A CLIFFHANGER LIKE THAT? CRUEL!!!
i can’t reveal everything! I have to save some surprises for when I post the full story!
As any of my poor charries will testify, I am very much cruel.
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)
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