Post by shatterglass16 on Sept 11, 2009 22:31:33 GMT -5
daine rose faulkner
twenty-five female stubborn outcast
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TELL US ALL ABOUT YOU!Oh gosh I don't know where to start. How about I let you who I am right now, and then explain why that is all I can tell you. I am the type of person you really don't want to cross, but hey who wants to be stabbed in the back? I have made a lot of enemies with my sarcasium, but I really don't mind being alone without friends has not hurt me before, and I highly doubt it will start. I do have a weak spot for kids though, and they seem to like me too, or maybe it is just that I almost always have a pretty horse standing next to me. Oh well they are the only ones to me who make sense with their unclouded ways of thinking. Some people have told me I can be stubborn, but guess I am too stubborn to see it once I won't argue with anyone unless I know 110% that I am correct on the matter. Anyways that about sums me up right now, but honestly I don't know what kind of person I was before.
I remember little about my past other then what people have told me, and even that information is limited. I have learned that I was born somewhere in the United States, but as to where, when you don't know your real name, you can't really get any records, and it looks like whoever I was I wasn't much one for the trips to the doctor's office once they can't match my blood work. Anyways After a so told terrible horseback riding accident I lost all memories of my childhood, or well all my memories up to the point where I am in the hospital bed. I can tell you that the accident was 6 years ago, and I am still working with horses, who I am not sure if they gave me a new start on life, or ended it before it began, but I am fascinated with them nonetheless. I travel from place to place looking for any clues as to who I am, and in between I give lessons to local kids on my horse for a little extra cash to make it to the next city. I am hoping for a break, but when you live like I do, you don't exactly know when that is coming. Anyways that is about all I know of my life summed up for you, so unless you can help me out, just leave.wow, i'm glad to be joining UNTOUCHED. my name just so happens to be daine, and the celebrity who i am using just so happens to be kiera knightly. i've been doing this for just under a year, so i pretty much know how this all works.
Rose was anticipating his answer by the stubborn lines on his face, so it did not bother her when he turned his mare and started towards the caves he had mentioned on his own. She would to anything to get out of this downpour, even if it meant following this strange man into a dark cave. When he stared at her this time she held his gaze partially because she couldn't look away, and partly because she was trying to be defiant and failing miserably.
She could tell from his posture in the saddle that he was trying way too much to hold on gravely to the poor, young mare beneath him. On the spunky three year old with a narrow back, he had more difficulty then he would have on Cherokee a 16hh, 12 year old thoroughbred who could stop the Mississippi river if he laid across it, but she knew not to argue with him once he was in no shape to stay in this weather.
She followed him into the small, empty cave, checking for any sort of animal that may not like their presence. After she had made a through exam of the cave, she dismounted and unsaddled her own horse before moving all her stuff into a dry corner. By the time she had finished investigating and turned around the man had fallen asleep on the cold stone floor. She took his packs that were still attached to the mare, and put them in a pile next to her own before starting a fire on the stone floor a couple feet away from the man.
After doing that she pulled the little blanket from her packs and threw it over him before going to scrub the horses down. She was trying to stay busy so that she could be awake when the man woke up. So she set to work making some sausages and beans, feeding the horses some grain, and sitting beside the fire to warm up and observe the man.
He was not handsome by any means, but in a strange way he was attractive, not that she was interested she told herself. His face was decorated with a multitude of scars which frightened her as well as gave her sympathy for him. Those scars were too deep to be a terrific accident.
As she followed the scars on the man's face with her eyes, she subconsciously rubbed her hand across her destroyed knuckles, feeling each and every scar as if it were a fresh wound, split open by the crack of a whip, or pulled apart by the reins of a horse. At least the reins had been her own fault, but she shuttered as she remembered her mother's harsh words, and sharp sounds.
Before Rose could get too entangled in her past however, she joined the strange man sitting across from her in unconsciousness.
did i mention this application template was created by JESSICA. She was bored, and felt inspired. So yeah, credit is due where it is due. She goes by GAGA @ CAUTION. Not that it matters since she rarely posts anything there.
