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[TERESA ALIYAH LEITNER]

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[style= width: 300px; height: 255px; padding: 15px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify;]Teresa prided herself on the fact that she very at one with nature. She had always preferred living in the country than the city, but that might have been nostalgia for when she was human. That time seemed like it had been eons ago, and a lot of memories were hazy, but she missed them. She missed her brothers and sisters, maybe Charlotte less so than her twin. Oliver. She can't believe she had a twin who was no longer with her. The current existence seemed a little bit lonely since she's been dead. Not being a guardian angel any more ... she regretted that sometimes. She had wings, she had been able to fly and feel the wind in her form. Of course, the human form was just a manifestation to blend in, but now she was constricted into this body. It was a pleasantly aesthetic body of course, she had been told as much, but she missed the freedom. However, Teresa could not regret falling, not when she had Iain.

She loved the ranch. Riding on a horse was as close as she came to flying any more, so of course she would like such a thing. Tessa even had her own horse here, she called her Elisa, and they'd spent hours upon hours together. Maybe she could bring Iain here one day, but she wasn't sure whether he would appreciate the freedom that this kind of activity provided. Teresa was in the stable now, heading towards where Elisa was situated, munching on some straw. She walked closer to pet her face gently, a warm smile on her features. "Hello lovely." She murmured, opening the small wooden gate. Walking the horse out, Teresa tied her reigns to a post, before she put on her saddle carefully. She always liked to take care of her horse, she loved all animals and therefore wouldn't do a thing to harm them. But taking care of an animal was also needed. With a few more pets of the horse's mane, Teresa took her outside, before moving to place one of her feet into the foot of the saddle, and hoisting herself onto the horse, her fingers gently massaging the rough skin of her neck to calm her. She hoped that the horse found her movements soothing.

She pulled on the reigns gently just to get Elisa moving towards the two hour path that she knew was there. Teresa enjoyed the slow movements with the horse as much as she did the fast ones, sometimes just walking down the designated path was enough, other times Elisa and herself wanted a fact paces run, so the open field it was. Now, Teresa couldn't speak horse, but she could empathise with living things, so it seemed like her and the horse saw eye to eye. Of course, Tessa would sometimes come with friends here, ride down to the picnic area and such. It was fun, really fun and she loved the company, but time on her own really couldn't be bad. Running a hand through her hair slowly, Teresa watched as the masses of trees passed them. Really, the ranch took as much care of the forests as they did of the horses, and that was the main reason that Tessa liked this place. She couldn't imagine someone treating a horse cruelly and be able to keep them.

It seemed like she was too far in her own little world though, because she next thing she knew, Elisa was jerking to a stop, Teresa pulling on the reigns. The sound that Elisa was making sounded like she was in pain, and the next thing she knew, the horse was kneeling on her front legs, and Tessa scrambled to get off her, running to the front of her to see what happened. Even though Teresa's heart was unbeating, this made her breath quicken when she saw it. Glass in the horses hoof ... there was no way that Elisa could walk anywhere. "Oh, Elisa ..." She spoke softly, rubbing her face gently as she looked around for anyone who might be able to help her. Tessa knelt in front of the horse, not caring that her white trousers would get dirty. Biting her lip, she realised that she couldn't leave here here... she needed to find someone to look after her for a minute while she got help. Maybe she could get the glass out herself... "Okay ... I am gonna pull the glass out, okay? It's okay ... it's going to be alright." She cooed to the horse, her hands shaking a little as she neared the hoof, hoping that she wouldn't be kicked. A blow would not kill her, but it would hurt and well ... it would be suspicious for the humans.

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in the wind, in the yoke, my ride will go

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Ride a horse, René. It would be fun they say. You can bond with the huge motherfucker they say. Horses are lovely equine creatures they say, them cowboys used to ride those tall four-legged buggers and shoot down their enemies. Nothin' beated the sound of hearing their hooves click-clack on the ground, or clop clop, and if anything, he should at least try riding a horse, at least once. Be a good boy and live your life fully for once, s'il vous plaît. Les Misérables had horses. Everybody had horses. He was the only fart that hadn't bothered riding another one ever since old Acorn had kicked the bucket, and even then, he had ridden with his uncle, and never by himself. To be honest, he always had the paranoia of one day being kicked in the balls by a horse, and that was why he had kept his distance. Until the day his friends managed to convince him otherwise.

"No, bro, they won't get you in your balls goddammit."

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His balls hurt.

Okay, so the horse didn't manage to kick him, but they still bloody hurt. The roan that he was now riding atop was calmly clip-clopping away along the trail, showing no sign or interest in throwing him off at the moment. It had been easy to slip the reins over the horse and a saddle, and then off he went. Initially, René was quite content on the animal's back...until he began to hurt. Angel or not, he was still able to feel touch like the living, and he had a long way to go before he got used to riding a horse properly. Ughhhhhh." he groaned, flopping himself forward so that his head was resting on the roan's neck. "I'll never know to ride you, merde. Pourquoi ai-je même pas la peine...." He was pretty sure that Annette was better with horses than he was, because metaphorically, he was already dying. It was just that uncomfortable for his fine ass. Yawning, he stretched his arms out in content, feeling sleepy from the sounds of nature around him. His hand accidentally smacked the horse's rump, and thinking that it was its cue to start running, the roan neighed and began picking up speed. "Ohhh shit. Shit! Stawhp!" René yelled, clinging on for dear life, and struggled to stop the horse.

"Whoawhoawhoawhoawhoaaaaaaa!" Tugging on the reins, the angel managed to stop the beast, his unbeating heart metaphorically beating wildly. "Fucking hell." he mumbled when the horse came to a slow stop, snorting. "Y'know what, I'm walkin'." he added, jumping down from the horse. "Gotta rest me balls a bit...urgh. Come along." Clicking his tongue, René gently pulled on the reins, encouraging the horse to follow him as they trotted along. Ah, that was much better. There was only too much jigging he could take from a horse, he'd hop back on later when he wanted to. Plus, it would be a good workout for his own legs, and his horse looked as though it too needed a break from having the angel on his back.

In the distance, he saw it, a peculiar sight of a blonde woman kneeling next to a fallen horse. His eyebrows furrowing to form a frown, he quickened his pace, wondering if she needed help. "Oi!" called the angel, approaching the woman. "Do you need hel - shit." He heard a crack beneath his shoes, and raised it to look incredulously at a tiny piece of glass wedged in it. Plucking it out easily, he carefully maneuvered his own roan so that it didn't end up stepping on glass as well, and looked over to the woman and her horse concernedly.

"Yo," René greeted her, nodding towards Elisa. "Your Silver okay, Lone Ranger?" Of course the mare looked far from alright, but he wanted to make sure that her owner had everything under control, and whether she needed his help or not.

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[TERESA ALIYAH LEITNER]

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[style= width: 300px; height: 255px; padding: 15px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify;]You couldn't say that the fallen angel had an affinity for animals, but she hated to see them in any kind of pain. It seemed that not standing on the glass made the pain lessen a bit for the horse, and so right now, there was no way that would make the horse get up to go back. Not when they had been so far up the path as they were. Teresa didn't give a second thought to the state that her white trousers would be as she fell down on her knees next to Elisa, gently petting her hair. She cursed the fact that she didn't even have a handkerchief to make the pulling out of the glass less painful, and well, she really was hoping not to get kicked, because even though the damage would not be great, it would hurt like hell. Teresa felt a little bit at a loss for a few moments, because she was on her own and didn't quite know what to do, her hand going from the horse's mane to her hoof, seeing the fact that the glass had made her bleed.

She bit her lip, preparing herself to pull out the piece of glass, but then her reverie was broken by a male voice, and her head whipped around to see a young man with a horse of his own. "Do be careful with your horse, there's glass around." She warned, not wanting to see his horse suffer as Elisa was suffering. But then she realised what he said, and her eyebrows quirked up at his words, an amused smile on her lips in spite of the situation. "I'm afraid I don't understand the reference." She said quietly, but nodded because the question was clear. "No, she stepped onto some glass, and I don't want to leave her here to go for help." She looked up at him from where she was on the ground, a soft sigh escaping her mouth, wondering if she could ask this stranger for help. But ... he had offered already, no? Sometimes she had to get over the fact that she didn't want to bother someone and just ask for the help she needed, which was what Teresa would do now.

"I would like to get the glass out from her hoof, but I'm thinking that a professional would do a better job." She commented, her blue green eyes on the male, contemplating her next words. "Would you ... would you mind staying with her while I run back? Or you could ...?" She meant that he could take his horse back in the direction of the stables and get one of the people there to come and fix Elisa, so she wouldn't have to move while in pain. Because it was small wounds like these that hurt the most. Because, if it wasn't, why did everyone say that stepping on a lego hurt like a bitch? That's right. She waved him over, a war smile on her face as she motioned to Elisa. "This is Elisa ... she's really lovely, no trouble at all." She introduced her, and it was clear how much she actually cared for the horse.

"I'm really sorry for asking for your help, but I just can't do it on my own." She sighed and stood up, brushing the dirt off her trousers, before moving her blonde hair off her face. When looking at her, most people thought that she was so young, with such a bright future in front of her, and sometimes she did get amused that she was actually one-hundred and fifty-seven years old. She was glad that a lot of people were oblivious to the fact that there are supernaturals out there, it was really a safer world that way. Tessa looked back to the male, not thinking of asking his name, just seeing if he would be able to help.

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[rene]

in the wind, in the yoke, my ride will go

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René wasn't the kind that would actually willing to help others in need unless he was in the mood. It kinda contradicted the fact that he was a guardian angel, and they were supposed to be helpful and shit. They were supposed to protect their charges and all, but because René had always been a douche from the start that only helped whenever he wanted to help, he was actually quite surprised at himself for even bothering to ask. He was that selfish, and being an angel did shit to change that negative trait. Perhaps, if only Annette was a little more willing, things could turn for the better, and he could properly do his job. But because she was all out to be a mega bitch to him, and him an asshole, it wasn't working. Yet, René was indeed capable of concern, his conscience wasn't a complete lost cause. He did know though, that there were more helpful people this young woman could turn to for for help, but as he looked around, he noticed that it was just the both of them. It was all up to him.

The mare's hoof was bleeding. The blonde pursued his lips in a grimace. After he finished maneuvering the roan, he hopped down from it, resting his hand against the horse's mane. He laughed at her lack of understanding at his reference, and shook his head, indicating that it didn't matter. "It's okay.'" he said, not minding it one bit, guessing that she wasn't familiar with the good ol' Lone Ranger and his Silver. René's brown eyes shot towards the glass in the horse's hooves, suddenly overwhelmed by nostalgia. It reminded him once again of old Acorn, the mare looked to be nearly the exact same state that old horse had been in.

"I can tell." René said, approaching the both of them and bending down, looking at the lovely, fallen mare. "You don't need a pro for this." he added when the rose and apologized. His face twisted into a grimace again at the thought of what he should do. He remembered struggling to hold the horse's legs down when his grandfather had pulled out the glass, and he did remember being kicked in the face once...or twice. But the procedure had been quick, and looking at Elisa's bleeding hoof...he didn't think help would arrive quickly enough on time before infection seeped through. "This will only take a sec," said René. His fingers lightly wrapped around the shard of the glass, and then he yanked it out swiftly. That was indeed a perk of being an angel, you had unnatural strength. It was done so quickly that it took a few moments before Elisa began to whine in pain, but by then, René was already gone, vanishing in front of the blonde woman's eyes. His wings propelled him back to the ranch, and he wasted no time in explaining the situation to a ranch keeper. Telling the man to close his eyes, which the latter did so in bemusement, René snared an arm around his waist and spread his wings. Soon enough, they were back to the woman and her horse, with the ranch keeper clutching on to a medical kit and wondering what the fuck just happened.

"There ya go, Hank." he said casually, as though he had just brought the ranch keeper for a nice walk. "Work your magic on Elisa here. Merci."

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