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Pemberley Park - Fall Fiesta

Featuring:
Handler's Name: Jarin Jackson
Handler's Age: 23
Foal's Name: WRR Corps D'elite Cerise
Foal's Gender: Filly
Foal's Age: >1 (non-specific)
Dam's Name: Violet Sky IHS
Class: Halter - Foal
Placed: First | $13,563

Pemberley Park Fall Fiesta - Results

Follows After: (moderate NSFW warning(not nekkids) Burdens or Baggage
tldr if you want to skip NSFW and a wall of text; Jarin and Sydney got into a fight, Sydney's headed back to Texas for a bit, there was a question of marriage involved(see: Marry Me ), Jarin got into a fight with Justin who was visiting to find Sydney, Jarin got warned he may be asked to leave the stable if he doesn't start behaving himself A LOT.

Jarin's hands fumbled while tucking a braid in the little filly’s mane. Cherry had gotten curious to poke her nose under her mother’s belly. Violet was tolerant of the lively filly until her nip was more than a nursing suckle. She shifted her ears back, flared her nostrils, and bumped the filly’s head away with a jab of her stifle. Cherry snorted and retreated, stammering sideways, bumping into Jarin. The braid uncoiled and frayed into unkempt whisps. A mess.
Everything was a mess. Jarin wondered at what point everything got so...complicated. Was it when he bought his first horses? Or when he started showing them? Perhaps when he had been smitten with Sydney . That had to be it. He still remembered the first kiss; his first kiss . It all started violently. And ended violently.
But it wasn’t over. Not really. Because that would have been easy. Simple. Not messy.
Now, Jarin could hardly even look in the same direction as Tristan , let alone even make eye contact. He’d see right through him. He’d know that he didn’t tell Jennie the whole story between him and Sydney. He was afraid. He had been given his last warning. Any more bad behavior in the stable and he wasn’t going to be welcomed there any longer. Where was he supposed to go with all of his horses? How could he get lessons? Could he even afford it?
What about Tristan?
A mess.
Jarin sniffled, dragging his fingers through Cherry’s curly locks that had come loose. He could do better than this. A braid, he could fix. It was just one strand at a time. One fold and tuck after the other. He wiped the hot tear from his cheek with his shoulder, taking the strand of hair to separate them out again, giving Cherry a scratch on her withers. She didn’t mean to cause any harm. She just didn’t realize what she had done. It didn’t make her a bad filly.

Justin had seen the names on the roster when he was finding his spot to pull his rig into for the show. J. Jackson and T. Ennerstone. He was kind of surprised Jarin was getting right back into a show so soon. What with everything that went down between him and Sydney.
The pieces were starting to click together in Justin’s mind. He had received a missed call followed by a text: ‘I fucked up’ from Sydney who never answered his call or responded to his texts shortly after. The two events had to be related; Jarin’s condition and Sydney’s text. What didn’t make sense was why Sydney even felt all that bad over it. The guy wasn’t exactly a gentle giant. Brute strength was his only strength. He had watched him lay out other dudes in arguments all the time. Did he ever feel bad or apologize to them? Hell no. So, why was it so ‘fucked up’ now?
Something was definitely missing. And Justin was going to find out. He had to know what Jarin did that snapped Sydney hard enough to chase him away. What leverage did Jarin have on him?

Jarin led Violet into the warm afternoon sun. He was glad this class was outdoors. All of the pretty trees turning for the fall season surrounded the park. Yellows, oranges, and reds scattered like little chili peppers in the sea of greenery giving up its hue for the season. And this was one last spike of warm weather before the inevitable cold would blanket the area for winter.
Violet was alert as usual, especially with her filly at her side. She'd nicker and call if she got too far from her side. Cherry heeded her mother's calls. She stuck close, taking in all the sights and sounds, her little bright eyes widening as much as her nostrils.
As they entered the grassy arena, a streak of bravery blew underneath Cherry’s wings with the gust of wind that blew the leaves from the trees. She sank down on her haunches and sprang forward! Her gangly limbs scrambled underneath her, trying to keep up with her demands. She gave a little hop (that was probably supposed to be a buck) and a shake of her head before she stopped in her tracks, hearing her mother’s shrill whinny. How did she get so far away! With a worried whinny, Cherry hurried back to Violet’s side, nosing her shoulder.
Jarin smiled, rubbing his hand over Cherry’s back. He had a soft spot for the filly, being out of a stud from a dear friend of his. He hoped he’d get to see the day she’d be out on a course, flying over jumps or splashing through a pond, acing a dressage test, maybe just giving her a scratch while she snoozed in the pasture. But he had to behave if he wanted to stay. Get along with Sydney. Get along with Justin. Figure out what this was between him and Tristan. If it was something...it had to be. People just didn't...or did they?
Tristan. He was just over in the stands. He’d be watching, making sure he didn’t make a fool of himself. (Which wasn't hard. ) Did he dare look over? His heart started picking up as his eyes swept over to the stands. He swallowed hard, feeling his palms get hot and clammy. Just a look. He could do it! Wow, did the temperature go up? It felt like the breeze turned into a hot breath down his neck.
Jarin shrieked and jumped as he thought he had been tackled from behind! Cops!? Was he under arrest!? His arms shot up, flinging the lead into the air! Violet’s head jerked up, looking at him with wide eyes. “Sorry! Don’t shoot! I’ll go-” As he staggered forward, Cherry wheeled it back to Violet’s side, staring at him like he had grown another head.
“Did...did you…” Jarin paused. He couldn’t ask Cherry. She was just a baby. No way she could talk to him, duh! Of course, it had been her. He just hadn’t noticed the little filly get playful beside him. Jarin started laughing, giggling at first as it slowly turned into manic nervous chuckles. He turned his back to the stands. If he thought he couldn’t look Tristan’s way before...hell no, he wasn’t attempting it now. That wasn’t the sun’s heat radiating like a laser on the back of his head.
At least Cherry was cute.

Previous: Burdens or Baggage | Next: Roughin' 'Round

(1080 word count)

i have no idea how I'm getting all these entries done. BUT HERE'S ONE.
Just wanted to do something cute and simple :''D And a great excuse to get lil' Cherry bab out <333
She might be one of those perpetual foals that never reaches adulthood because look how cute she is >:"""]

Added in some simplicity flair. Fade into white, dramatic anime leaves in the air~
Was ideally going to be even less background but EH art changes as the leaves on a tree

This piece is me just casually shifting all my pieces into position for the next move in the plot~
Cue the tension!

Naked Sketch:

have a cute~

Jarin/Violet/Cherry/Sydney/Jennie/Justin/Art © Drasayer
Tristan © Saoradh
No specific refs used for pony pals and hooman pal
I color picked from the event banner to mix in some of the event colors~ fancy.

Pencil/Photoshop CS6

Description

Pemberley Park - Fall Fiesta

Featuring:
Handler's Name: Jarin Jackson
Handler's Age: 23
Foal's Name: WRR Corps D'elite Cerise
Foal's Gender: Filly
Foal's Age: >1 (non-specific)
Dam's Name: Violet Sky IHS
Class: Halter - Foal
Placed: First | $13,563

Pemberley Park Fall Fiesta - Results

Follows After: (moderate NSFW warning(not nekkids) Burdens or Baggage
tldr if you want to skip NSFW and a wall of text; Jarin and Sydney got into a fight, Sydney's headed back to Texas for a bit, there was a question of marriage involved(see: Marry Me ), Jarin got into a fight with Justin who was visiting to find Sydney, Jarin got warned he may be asked to leave the stable if he doesn't start behaving himself A LOT.

Jarin's hands fumbled while tucking a braid in the little filly’s mane. Cherry had gotten curious to poke her nose under her mother’s belly. Violet was tolerant of the lively filly until her nip was more than a nursing suckle. She shifted her ears back, flared her nostrils, and bumped the filly’s head away with a jab of her stifle. Cherry snorted and retreated, stammering sideways, bumping into Jarin. The braid uncoiled and frayed into unkempt whisps. A mess.
Everything was a mess. Jarin wondered at what point everything got so...complicated. Was it when he bought his first horses? Or when he started showing them? Perhaps when he had been smitten with Sydney . That had to be it. He still remembered the first kiss; his first kiss . It all started violently. And ended violently.
But it wasn’t over. Not really. Because that would have been easy. Simple. Not messy.
Now, Jarin could hardly even look in the same direction as Tristan , let alone even make eye contact. He’d see right through him. He’d know that he didn’t tell Jennie the whole story between him and Sydney. He was afraid. He had been given his last warning. Any more bad behavior in the stable and he wasn’t going to be welcomed there any longer. Where was he supposed to go with all of his horses? How could he get lessons? Could he even afford it?
What about Tristan?
A mess.
Jarin sniffled, dragging his fingers through Cherry’s curly locks that had come loose. He could do better than this. A braid, he could fix. It was just one strand at a time. One fold and tuck after the other. He wiped the hot tear from his cheek with his shoulder, taking the strand of hair to separate them out again, giving Cherry a scratch on her withers. She didn’t mean to cause any harm. She just didn’t realize what she had done. It didn’t make her a bad filly.

Justin had seen the names on the roster when he was finding his spot to pull his rig into for the show. J. Jackson and T. Ennerstone. He was kind of surprised Jarin was getting right back into a show so soon. What with everything that went down between him and Sydney.
The pieces were starting to click together in Justin’s mind. He had received a missed call followed by a text: ‘I fucked up’ from Sydney who never answered his call or responded to his texts shortly after. The two events had to be related; Jarin’s condition and Sydney’s text. What didn’t make sense was why Sydney even felt all that bad over it. The guy wasn’t exactly a gentle giant. Brute strength was his only strength. He had watched him lay out other dudes in arguments all the time. Did he ever feel bad or apologize to them? Hell no. So, why was it so ‘fucked up’ now?
Something was definitely missing. And Justin was going to find out. He had to know what Jarin did that snapped Sydney hard enough to chase him away. What leverage did Jarin have on him?

Jarin led Violet into the warm afternoon sun. He was glad this class was outdoors. All of the pretty trees turning for the fall season surrounded the park. Yellows, oranges, and reds scattered like little chili peppers in the sea of greenery giving up its hue for the season. And this was one last spike of warm weather before the inevitable cold would blanket the area for winter.
Violet was alert as usual, especially with her filly at her side. She'd nicker and call if she got too far from her side. Cherry heeded her mother's calls. She stuck close, taking in all the sights and sounds, her little bright eyes widening as much as her nostrils.
As they entered the grassy arena, a streak of bravery blew underneath Cherry’s wings with the gust of wind that blew the leaves from the trees. She sank down on her haunches and sprang forward! Her gangly limbs scrambled underneath her, trying to keep up with her demands. She gave a little hop (that was probably supposed to be a buck) and a shake of her head before she stopped in her tracks, hearing her mother’s shrill whinny. How did she get so far away! With a worried whinny, Cherry hurried back to Violet’s side, nosing her shoulder.
Jarin smiled, rubbing his hand over Cherry’s back. He had a soft spot for the filly, being out of a stud from a dear friend of his. He hoped he’d get to see the day she’d be out on a course, flying over jumps or splashing through a pond, acing a dressage test, maybe just giving her a scratch while she snoozed in the pasture. But he had to behave if he wanted to stay. Get along with Sydney. Get along with Justin. Figure out what this was between him and Tristan. If it was something...it had to be. People just didn't...or did they?
Tristan. He was just over in the stands. He’d be watching, making sure he didn’t make a fool of himself. (Which wasn't hard. ) Did he dare look over? His heart started picking up as his eyes swept over to the stands. He swallowed hard, feeling his palms get hot and clammy. Just a look. He could do it! Wow, did the temperature go up? It felt like the breeze turned into a hot breath down his neck.
Jarin shrieked and jumped as he thought he had been tackled from behind! Cops!? Was he under arrest!? His arms shot up, flinging the lead into the air! Violet’s head jerked up, looking at him with wide eyes. “Sorry! Don’t shoot! I’ll go-” As he staggered forward, Cherry wheeled it back to Violet’s side, staring at him like he had grown another head.
“Did...did you…” Jarin paused. He couldn’t ask Cherry. She was just a baby. No way she could talk to him, duh! Of course, it had been her. He just hadn’t noticed the little filly get playful beside him. Jarin started laughing, giggling at first as it slowly turned into manic nervous chuckles. He turned his back to the stands. If he thought he couldn’t look Tristan’s way before...hell no, he wasn’t attempting it now. That wasn’t the sun’s heat radiating like a laser on the back of his head.
At least Cherry was cute.

Previous: Burdens or Baggage | Next: Roughin' 'Round

(1080 word count)

i have no idea how I'm getting all these entries done. BUT HERE'S ONE.
Just wanted to do something cute and simple :''D And a great excuse to get lil' Cherry bab out <333
She might be one of those perpetual foals that never reaches adulthood because look how cute she is >:"""]

Added in some simplicity flair. Fade into white, dramatic anime leaves in the air~
Was ideally going to be even less background but EH art changes as the leaves on a tree

This piece is me just casually shifting all my pieces into position for the next move in the plot~
Cue the tension!

Naked Sketch:

have a cute~

Jarin/Violet/Cherry/Sydney/Jennie/Justin/Art © Drasayer
Tristan © Saoradh
No specific refs used for pony pals and hooman pal
I color picked from the event banner to mix in some of the event colors~ fancy.

Pencil/Photoshop CS6