Post by markus brandt on Dec 12, 2010 9:32:53 GMT -5
Twenty two years have passed by
As I contemplate
I can recall you getting me out of every scrape
What comes first to my mind
Was the change that I so desperately needed to make
Day and night, frozen silent in blinding violent fear
A song for my fight
Comes spilling the words I so desperately needed to hear
"You know what he'll be like if we change his routine. You'll practically have to bring his entire life here."
Markus pulled his hair back with his free hand, tugging at his dark locks before dropping his arm at his side.
"How am I supposed to do this? I have work here, not to mention all the things I have to do at the stables. No, no. You can't leave him with a nanny. I don't care if its a family friend. Kai doesn't cope well with other people. Yes, I know that you know. I'm just..."
Markus shook his head. He sat down on the edge of his bed and leaned into his palm.
"It's just difficult. Of course I miss him. He's my brother. I know. I know."
He was quiet for a long time. Small bits of snow were falling outside, floating through the air and being blown by gusts of wind that occasionally passed through them. It was considerably peaceful outside and it seemed to be a lazy day. Everyone was taking it easy. Well except for the riders at Bridlewood Stables. Here it was all work and although some might play, Markus considered this work. He was working hard with Volonte to get up to standard with the other riders at the stables.
"When? ...alright. For how long? Okay. Yes, I'll, um, I'll figure something out."
Markus ended the call with a short good bye then threw the phone onto the bed. He sighed, finally looking up and looked through the window.
"Looking forward to a stretch?"
Markus spoke softly with his horse, rubbing her muzzle and receiving a slobbery nibble in return. Arabella's ears perked forwards and where ever Markus went her muzzle followed. She curiously bumped his arm and inspected his shoulder as he stood alongside her. He reached down for her foreleg, picking it up. Arabella had been lame for the past couple of weeks after an accident at her old stables. She had been left in charge of a groom after Markus had had to leave in a hurry to reach his brother. From what he had heard the groom had taken her too close to another horse being led towards its paddock. The two had thrown blows and unfortunately Arabella had landed awkwardly on her front right leg. Initially there had been a great deal of swelling but with hot and cold treatments she was getting better. Bella was able to put weight on the leg and now after being cooped up in her stall overnight her leg was stiff again. Not to mention that her left leg had compensated for the lack of use in her other leg. The shoulder wasn't doing so well and with frequent stretches in the morning and evening that too was getting better.
Markus stretched out her leg and Arabella let out a sigh of contentedness. She held her head high and concentrated solely on her owner. His hanoverian was a proud but sweet soul and enjoyed the company of humans. Once Markus finished stretching both of her legs he clipped a lead onto her black halter. He opened the stall door and led Arabella out towards the paddocks. The snow was still crunchy on the ground and had not yet become dangerous to walk on. Arabella had her dark green blanket on, protecting her from the cold but he needed to let her walk free for an hour or so before he returned her to her stall.
They reached paddock 107 to which she was assigned and Markus opened the gate, leading the Hanoverian mare into her paddock. She walked a bit slowly, her head still moving in time with a limp that was becoming less and less obvious. She would be recovered soon and contribute to Bridlewood with her promising future in dressage. Markus unclipped the lead then shooed her away from the gate, opening it up and stepping out. He latched the gate closed and stood watching the mare as she inspected the snow on the ground. Markus put his hands in his pockets. He was wearing a thick black jacket and some light jeans with boots hardy enough for the chores he had gone about doing earlier.
He remembered the conversation he had had on the phone with his mother two days prior to this. He shifted uncomfortably on his feet and breathed out, his breath cloudy as it spilled out from his mouth. Today the irises of his eyes were clear against his brown eyes, which glowed hazel against his steel blue sky backdrop. Markus was feeling somewhat defeated and guilty for feeling the way he did. It had crossed his mind that he was trying to escape the complications of his life back home with his parents and brother. Kai, his brother, had not asked to be the way he was and for thinking of blaming his family for his troubles made him feel ashamed of himself. He isolated himself from people but isolating himself from his family was not acceptable. Maybe he was just getting lonely. Two weeks without his family was rough on him and would build up over the next few months. Then again it was hard to predict whether Markus would let anyone in. Arabella raised her head from her inspection of the snow and whinnied, looking at something past Markus. He frowned, turning his head to see what she was making a fuss of.
Do you know this song's for you?
My heart goes out to the hurt you feel insideWhat hurts more than just dying
Is living barely alive
After all it's easier than falling short every time
I felt the pain and set fire
To the grace that I so desperately needed to take
words: 911
status: Complete
ooc:
lyrics: 'the flight of kings' by the classic crime
As I contemplate
I can recall you getting me out of every scrape
What comes first to my mind
Was the change that I so desperately needed to make
Day and night, frozen silent in blinding violent fear
A song for my fight
Comes spilling the words I so desperately needed to hear
"You know what he'll be like if we change his routine. You'll practically have to bring his entire life here."
Markus pulled his hair back with his free hand, tugging at his dark locks before dropping his arm at his side.
"How am I supposed to do this? I have work here, not to mention all the things I have to do at the stables. No, no. You can't leave him with a nanny. I don't care if its a family friend. Kai doesn't cope well with other people. Yes, I know that you know. I'm just..."
Markus shook his head. He sat down on the edge of his bed and leaned into his palm.
"It's just difficult. Of course I miss him. He's my brother. I know. I know."
He was quiet for a long time. Small bits of snow were falling outside, floating through the air and being blown by gusts of wind that occasionally passed through them. It was considerably peaceful outside and it seemed to be a lazy day. Everyone was taking it easy. Well except for the riders at Bridlewood Stables. Here it was all work and although some might play, Markus considered this work. He was working hard with Volonte to get up to standard with the other riders at the stables.
"When? ...alright. For how long? Okay. Yes, I'll, um, I'll figure something out."
Markus ended the call with a short good bye then threw the phone onto the bed. He sighed, finally looking up and looked through the window.
"Looking forward to a stretch?"
Markus spoke softly with his horse, rubbing her muzzle and receiving a slobbery nibble in return. Arabella's ears perked forwards and where ever Markus went her muzzle followed. She curiously bumped his arm and inspected his shoulder as he stood alongside her. He reached down for her foreleg, picking it up. Arabella had been lame for the past couple of weeks after an accident at her old stables. She had been left in charge of a groom after Markus had had to leave in a hurry to reach his brother. From what he had heard the groom had taken her too close to another horse being led towards its paddock. The two had thrown blows and unfortunately Arabella had landed awkwardly on her front right leg. Initially there had been a great deal of swelling but with hot and cold treatments she was getting better. Bella was able to put weight on the leg and now after being cooped up in her stall overnight her leg was stiff again. Not to mention that her left leg had compensated for the lack of use in her other leg. The shoulder wasn't doing so well and with frequent stretches in the morning and evening that too was getting better.
Markus stretched out her leg and Arabella let out a sigh of contentedness. She held her head high and concentrated solely on her owner. His hanoverian was a proud but sweet soul and enjoyed the company of humans. Once Markus finished stretching both of her legs he clipped a lead onto her black halter. He opened the stall door and led Arabella out towards the paddocks. The snow was still crunchy on the ground and had not yet become dangerous to walk on. Arabella had her dark green blanket on, protecting her from the cold but he needed to let her walk free for an hour or so before he returned her to her stall.
They reached paddock 107 to which she was assigned and Markus opened the gate, leading the Hanoverian mare into her paddock. She walked a bit slowly, her head still moving in time with a limp that was becoming less and less obvious. She would be recovered soon and contribute to Bridlewood with her promising future in dressage. Markus unclipped the lead then shooed her away from the gate, opening it up and stepping out. He latched the gate closed and stood watching the mare as she inspected the snow on the ground. Markus put his hands in his pockets. He was wearing a thick black jacket and some light jeans with boots hardy enough for the chores he had gone about doing earlier.
He remembered the conversation he had had on the phone with his mother two days prior to this. He shifted uncomfortably on his feet and breathed out, his breath cloudy as it spilled out from his mouth. Today the irises of his eyes were clear against his brown eyes, which glowed hazel against his steel blue sky backdrop. Markus was feeling somewhat defeated and guilty for feeling the way he did. It had crossed his mind that he was trying to escape the complications of his life back home with his parents and brother. Kai, his brother, had not asked to be the way he was and for thinking of blaming his family for his troubles made him feel ashamed of himself. He isolated himself from people but isolating himself from his family was not acceptable. Maybe he was just getting lonely. Two weeks without his family was rough on him and would build up over the next few months. Then again it was hard to predict whether Markus would let anyone in. Arabella raised her head from her inspection of the snow and whinnied, looking at something past Markus. He frowned, turning his head to see what she was making a fuss of.
Do you know this song's for you?
My heart goes out to the hurt you feel insideWhat hurts more than just dying
Is living barely alive
After all it's easier than falling short every time
I felt the pain and set fire
To the grace that I so desperately needed to take
