stephanie harte

[|stephanie harte|]

STEPH! STOLE YOUR HEART;

They call me amy and I've shot for the moon 19 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM.
Ktxbi.

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» There Goes my Hero;

THe birth certificate reads Stephanie Lynn Harte
But Everyone Calls Me Steph|Stephie
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for 21years
The say I Am Bar Waitress/ horse trainer/ model
Ive Been Told I Look Like Gisel Bundchen

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» Rock and Roll, Baby.;

I am so tall 5'7
And I Weigh 120 lbs
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced
small star right on her bikini line, bellow and to the left of the belly button. ears and nose peirced.

They always say I look like

she was born to a loving mother and father. tiny golden curls covered her soft baby head at birth. by three she had long golden locks that she refused to let anyone trim. now, at the age of 21 she has dirty, sandy blonde hair that continues to flow down her slender frame. she trims it but never more, loving her long locks. her complexion is smooth, her skin unblemished and unmarked by any pimples- a gift from her mother.

stark blue eyes bring any man to his knees when she draws them in. her eyes seem to glow and shift with emotion, many secrets hide beyond her bright gaze. a long slender nose trails down her face with slender yet lush lips drawing the gaze. her chin, lady-like yet determined often shifts into a stubborn position. she rarely paints her nails or toes, hating the way the gaudy nail polish looks. she wears rings, a necklace and perhaps a bracelet or anklet on some days. her delicate nose is peirced with a simple saphire stud and large hoops or diamond studs often dangle from her petite ears.

with a successful career as a model she has the body to do the job. slender, yet toned she has a strong, yet also delicate appearance. she dresses casual usually keeping to jeans and tank tops. she loves wearing dresses on those nights out though and really knows how to dress up.

This Is What Makes Me Stand Out

she has a subtle nose peircing with a simple small saphire as her stud. a small star tatoo is hidden usually under the demin she wears. it hides along her bikini line, under and to the left of the belly button. her eyes also rather entrance those not used to looking into them.

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» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;

I Adore horses(duh)| working with horses| being around horses| partying| travelling| horses?| bartending|
I Abhor players| stuck up girls| jerks| creepy men at the bar|
I Rock her will power| working with horses| anything western riding|
I Suck men
I Do twists her hair around her fingers. if something upsets her goes and sits and talks to the horses.
I Want to work with horses her whole life| to find that someone to spend her life with.
I Fear to never be able to do what she wants
I Shut up what happened to her family.
I am
shes a girl so full of confidence yet also so timid inside. she handles herself proudly yet wavers under the scrutenizing gaze of others. she wants to fight for what she believes in and she does. when she has her mind set nothing will change it. if she sees something she wants she goes for it. her timid side is often hidden and not revealed. only on the rare occasion does it show through.

she is set in her ways. she is who she is and proud of it and refuses to change for anyone. she works as a waitress at the locel bar/club and knows how to deal with rowdy customers, her strength keeps her strong through the long night and the annoying guests she often has to deal with. while often forgiving she has a hard time forgetting and depending on her mood the grudge may reappear in mild ways.

timid, strong, determined. she is all these things but most of all she is a woman who likes to have fun. if she isnt working with horses, working, or doing anything she needs done she out partying or horseback riding. she loves her horse to death and would do anything for him. with the small fortune her parents left her she spends it only on him. she loves fun nights at the bar/club and sometimes gets carried away. but very rarely. she also loves the guys but also know she wants to settle down soon.

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» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;

I Came From Lauren & Tyler Harte. Both trainers/ breeders/managers.
I Share My Dna With none
I Come From Calgary Canada
But I Live Here Now ummm here?
This Is Who I was

born on that day all those years ago. from the moment she could walk she was by her parents side as they worked. some tease her and say she was born in the barn, some called her parents irresponsible for letting her ride and help with horses from such a young age. but she had a gift with them, and a love. a passion. she was showing in local competitions by the age of 5. by the age of 10 she was a skilled rider at both western and english. she was an average student in school, maintaining decent grades she kept her parents pleased. by the age of 17 she was preparing for international shows, and even planning on the olymipics. she also did modelling in her spare time. it was something she enjoyed and found calming. then everything changed.

her parents ran a very successful breeding and training operation, focusing mainly on andalusians. they were highly successful and smiled apon in the equine community. stephanie showed and won on many of their horses. on the way to one of the many shows stephanie and her father competed in a semi truck jack-knifed across the road slamming into their truck and trailer at over 100 km per hour. her parents were killed on impact, stephanie very nearly so. the horse trailer, with several of their prize horses inside flipped, snapping itself free of the trailer hitch and rolling several times. the horses inside were either killed or injured beyong help. it took stephanie several months to recover.

after her recovery she sold the remaining horses, all accept one yearling from their prized stallion. she lived alone in her parents 600 acre ranch. she trained and gentled the young, high spirited horse who she named Jericho. He was her therapist, listening to her problems and silently healing her. After hearing of the succesful stable she decided she needed to come out of hiding and begin to pick up the peices of her life.

This Is Who I am fighting for what i want.

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» This Heart It Beats;

I Lust loving the guys
I Love stunning eyes, dark hair, inviting smile, kind nature.
I Loathe thingyy guys. arrogant guys.
Maybe I loved none. horses were her life.
Maybe I Didnt n/a

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» This Is How We'll Dance;

I Bow Down dude
I Am Awesome

what was this feeling? a single burning; a longing; a desire; a passion. all the things she was supposed to lack in life, for this reason at least. a hole was torn in her heart and no one knew how or for what reason. this emptyness inside her consumed her every being and she could never escape. sometimes she wondered if she even wanted to escape anymore. she was so fargon in the madness, in the loss that consumed her. any thought of an attempt at happiness simply made the hole in her chest even larger, the pain even stronger. she had no idea what to do anymore. she couldnt even think straight. taking a step forward, trying to forget a past she cant even remember; it doesnt help. nothing does.

such a beautiful land. so pure, innocent. nothing was tainted here. only her presence poisoned the land. with each step she took the snow melted around her and turned to acid. any living creature or plant was poisoned and suffocated by her breath. any chance at happiness could not exist, not while she was filled with such hatred and evil. but how would she escape the curse? the lands would survive as would she. forget it. it was her only option. feeling pain or simpathy for the things she did was simply a waste of her time and tore her from within. devils seemed to follow every imprint she left in the snow. of course the land around her did not truly die, nor did the snow turn to acid. it was all in her mind. but with a heart such as hers, so torn and troubled what else could she see but pain and suffering.

diamonds fell from the heavens like tiny star shines. she looked up, trying to see the beauty in it. of course it was a stunning sight. the clear, unbroken landscape around her; the sky clear, dark and shining with millions of stars; and the moon, a shining beacon of light. a smile almost wanted to cross her scarred lips but of course it couldnt emerge. her dead grey eyes looked up and showed nothing, no emotion or response. she looked down at the ground, her forelock falling over a deadened gaze. why was she so cursed. she shook her thick arch, letting banner fly and took another step into the snow. steam poured from her nares as she walked, never looking away from her feet or where she was going. snow fell on her coat, cleansing the dirt and grim from her. for once her coat was dappled grey and becoming. her mane and tail were not longer matted. if it was not for her eyes she might be a normal fae. but her eyes told the story of the horrors within.

poison dripped from her kissers as anger welled up within her. she lifted both forelegs from the snows depths and thrashed the air with anger.
bastard come out! come out!
let me rip your pretty neck
with ivory fangs.
she did not know who she spoke too only that she hurt so badly inside she wanted another to feel her pain. she landed in the grounds ivory blanket again and fell to her knees. if tears could have fallen they would have. would they have been tears? or blood. breath seemed to tear at her lungs and her throat as she breathed. she coughed and steam clouded around her. eyes normally dead became so filled with an angry passion that they were now bloodshot. the snow soon seeped through her thick winter coat and chilled her. rising slowly to her mighty legs she stood alone in the snow shivering. the misery and anger that pulsed through her forced her to keep going though, it was how she survived. it was the way she lived her life. dappled grey carcass took a step forward, pretty bodice halted though. a diamond studded wind swept around her, drawing up snow and pulling at her long grey tresses. she stood there and breathed in the cold winter air deeply.
help. help. i need help.

(FROM ANOTHER SITE)

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Thanks Isa for helping =]

[E. Johnson]

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