Post by Sam Lettington on Aug 7, 2010 19:18:22 GMT -5
Sam! STOLE YOUR HEART;
They call me Gabby and I've shot for the moon 17 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM.
Ktxbi.
They call me Gabby and I've shot for the moon 17 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM.
Ktxbi.
» There Goes my Hero;
The birth certificate reads Samantha Lettington
But Everyone Calls Me Sam
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for 22 years
The say I am a trainer
Ive Been Told I Look Like kind of like Evangeline Lilly, but I don't see it
» Rock and Roll, Baby.;
I am so tall 5' 2"
And I Weigh 120 pounds
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced None
They always say I look like
Sam is a small girl at 5' 2". Many people jokingly say she should have been a jockey. The truth is, she was. For several years, she trained and raced Thoroughbreds, but more on that later.
Sam has long brown hair that is usually kept in a low pony tail to keep it out of the way, but a few strands always manages to escape and get in her face. Her brown eyes are large and rather doe like- she can give that deer-caught-in-head-lights look pretty darn well.
As far as looks goes, Sam isn't the best. She isn't knock out beautiful or drop dead gorgeous. She's pretty, but rather plain looking. If you met her one day, you may not recognize her two weeks later. But to be frank, Sam never really cared for looks and kind of likes her plain look.
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out Round, dark eyes
» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;
I Adore project horses, lazing around, and comedy
I Abhor abuse, ignorance, and over-dramatic people
I Rock riding, jumping, and racing
I Suck awkward situations, confrontations, and apologies
I Do eventing
I Want to be able to event Nut one day and adopt out Rebel one day
I Fear I'll lose someone I need
I Shut up My history
I am Sam is rather kind. She's not the nicest person you ever met, but she's not going to say something behind your back but not to your face. She's rather blunt and to the point- unless it's an awkward situation then she'll beat around the bush until you are more willing to strangle her then to actually hear what she was going to say.
Of course, she does have a rather short temper. She gets annoyed fairly easily but is for the most part easy going. She tries her best to let things slid and will try to walk away from a situation before making a scene. Of course, if you continue to pester her, she might do more than just yell at you.
Sam has a good sense of humor though. She likes to play around and pull the occasional harmless pranks on someone- of course nothing horrible cause then they'll get their revenge even worse.
As far as loyalty goes, Sam is one of the few who will stick by you no matter what. If you lose everything you ever had and need a place to stay for a bit, she won't mind. Or even if you are going through bad days and end up snapping at her, she'll snap back and walk away frustrated but she'll come back the next day like nothing happened.
Of course if she doesn't like you, that's a different story.
» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;
I Came From James Lettington, would be 47, use to be a jockey, deceased.
Camille Lettington, currently 45, unknown job.
I Share My DNA With Max Lettington, is currently 18, unknown job.
I Come From Lexington
But I Live Here Now Pinewoods?
This Is Who I was Like mentioned before, Sam came from a background of hot Thoroughbreds and extremely short stirrups. Course she loved every minute of it. At the time, everything seemed perfect- at least to her. Her family owned a ranch of upcoming racing stars- one even had hopes to getting the Derby the following season- her family was together and relatively happy.
Course then her father died. That's when the glass shattered in her pretty little picture frame life. Her father was running in a race with a very promising colt, his favorite if Sam can remember correctly. She never liked the colt but for some reason, her father adored him.
Anyway, her father was running him in his first maiden race. (Not only did he train his own horses, but he would be their usual jockey. He was a real hands-on type of guy.) The gates were full but their colt was the favorite. The bell rang and they were off. Her father followed after the front runners, keeping even just behind them and saving his energy. Biding his time and waiting for the stretch. The colt was pulling on the reins, chopping on the bit and wanting to pull ahead of the front runners. But Sam's father held him steady.
Soon the stretch was upon them and the front runners tired out and dropped back. Sam's father and their colt bolted forwards, easily taking the lead by a length. Two! Three lengths and the colt wasn't easing up yet! Sam and her mother began to cheer and celebrate, knowing they had the win. But of course, they cheered too early.
The colt stumbled in his excitement. He just caught himself but the stumble pushed her father onto his neck and it tipped him over. Both colt and rider ended up sprawled on the ground, but neither seemed injured. Unfortunately though, they were in the lead. The remaining field rushed over them. Many of the horses managed to avoid the two, but a few couldn't avoid the bodies.
After the accident, Sam's mother began to sell all the horses, despite how Sam tried to tell her she could still work them and race them. Scared that she may never see her favorite horses again, Sam quickly loaded them into a trailer and drove to an old friend's house where she began to work them and race them. Eventually, she had enough from the winnings to move to a proper boarding facility.
Eventually though, Sam gave up her racing life just as her favorite mare, The True Nut, retired at the early age of four. Sam purposely started her late, not wanting to push her and planned to show her in eventing once Sam, herself, had retired from racing.
This Is Who I am Sam supposes it's ok for now. She's never been much of a social butterfly, so being alone is ok for her.
» This Heart It Beats;
I Lust Men
I Love Humor
I Loathe Too serious
Maybe I loved No one worth mentioning
Maybe I Didnt None
» This Is How We'll Dance;
I Bow Down Dude
I Am Awesome I wrote this for the 4H State Writing Contest. (I won too!)
Some say he is no more then a mere legend. Just a myth or folk tale passed down by word of mouth for many generations. Many have looked upon the red beast and assumed he was a flame in the distance, only to realize that it was none other than the majestic colt, watching the humans with curious eyes. They say that he is the only colt powerful and fast enough to steal the sun’s rays. The proud horse placed the flames on his gleaming coat, as if it was symbol of his strength and honor. Some say his hooves are diamonds before they are polished and refined. They even go on to tell that his hooves are tougher than any diamond ever found and sharper than even the newest and most expensive swords. Others rumor that the beast’s mane and tail were made from comet tails that the colt had raced against. When the colt would come up victorious, he would steal the comets’ tails and place them in his own locks of hair.
Some would rather call him a pest to all the men who worked in the fields with their livestock. The stud was just another young colt to them, too wild to be caught and put to good use. He seemed to live his life to ruin the lives of farmers. The mischievous colt frequently made off with young fillies and mares, often never being seen again. The lucky ones are rejected from his harem and the fillies and mares are found wandering the desert days later. The proud colt regularly scattered herds across the vast expanses of the territory when he grew bored of the desert’s dunes. He often has fun at disrupting and teasing the old stallions that are locked up to keep them from chasing off the trouble-maker. The few old studs that are able to escape are rarely found again.
Whether this colt was magical or just a roguish stud, no one will ever know. Though any man that has seen the young horse will agree he is truly untamable. The bronco seems too wild for even a name to capture his soul.
In the dunes of the desert, the colt still plays and frolics, unknowing of his mayhem and wonder he brings to the world. The colt’s intelligent eyes watched all in his kingdom- seeming to not miss a thing that passed by his dark brown eyed gaze.
The hum of distant machinery came to his keen ears. Curious and bewildered, the young colt turned to the noise. His ears could not recall ever hearing such a bizarre sound. His eyes scanned the land, looking for the source of the strange noise. Then the scent would come to the colt’s wide, flaring nostrils. The stench was horrid and foreign. Never before had the colt even come across such a foul odor.
Over a dune came four roaring beasts. Their perfect black paws, circular in shape, clawed at the ground, churned up the sand, recklessly. A human was perched atop each unnaturally colored creature, in clear control of its mechanical movements. The mechanical monsters would snarl and roar as they scrabbled across the shifting sand to reach the fiery colt.
In a flash, the red stud turned on his heels. His long legs flew fast as he broke into a sprint to escape the terrifying monsters that found more traction on the flatter stretch of land the colt raced upon. The red colt’s nostrils stretched to grab more oxygen that his powerful heart and lung demanded to keep up the speed. The colt was young and strong. He could keep up with this pace for some time, but the man-made creatures would tear up at the ground, gaining steadily on him. Two came to each of his flanks, trying to block off any escape route.
At first, the colt swerved, testing the creatures before deciding it was best to simply outrun the snarling monsters. The humans aboard the monsters hooped and hollered, throwing ropes at the colt to try and see if they could frighten him into a faster speed. Yet, despite the men’s best efforts, the brave colt didn’t flinch as the rope slapped along his back and neck.
The flame kissed horse continued on, picking up speed with each powerful push of his hindquarters and mighty pull of his shoulders. His muscles would ripple under his thin skin with the effort of each stride. Still the motorized beasts and foolish humans wouldn’t slow or give up on their senseless chase.
The colt dug deep into the ground, gaining more traction from this to pull ahead of the mechanical beasts that ran beside him. The monsters only growled louder and pulled along side him, the men still clinging to their backs. The humans howled and bellowed again at this and again the colt felt the sting of the rough rope slash and whip against his sides and back.
Then the colt decided that he had grown tired of this little game of chase.
Without so much of a flash or any signal, the flame colored colt disappeared into the hot desert air. His image did not fade but simply vanish before the eyes of spectators upon the unnatural device. Their machines slowed, quieting to a small grumble for now as each of the humans looked upon each other, each of their expressions mirroring their companions’. For once, the noisy humans were lost for words as they realized that the untamable colt was no mere legend.
Some would rather call him a pest to all the men who worked in the fields with their livestock. The stud was just another young colt to them, too wild to be caught and put to good use. He seemed to live his life to ruin the lives of farmers. The mischievous colt frequently made off with young fillies and mares, often never being seen again. The lucky ones are rejected from his harem and the fillies and mares are found wandering the desert days later. The proud colt regularly scattered herds across the vast expanses of the territory when he grew bored of the desert’s dunes. He often has fun at disrupting and teasing the old stallions that are locked up to keep them from chasing off the trouble-maker. The few old studs that are able to escape are rarely found again.
Whether this colt was magical or just a roguish stud, no one will ever know. Though any man that has seen the young horse will agree he is truly untamable. The bronco seems too wild for even a name to capture his soul.
In the dunes of the desert, the colt still plays and frolics, unknowing of his mayhem and wonder he brings to the world. The colt’s intelligent eyes watched all in his kingdom- seeming to not miss a thing that passed by his dark brown eyed gaze.
The hum of distant machinery came to his keen ears. Curious and bewildered, the young colt turned to the noise. His ears could not recall ever hearing such a bizarre sound. His eyes scanned the land, looking for the source of the strange noise. Then the scent would come to the colt’s wide, flaring nostrils. The stench was horrid and foreign. Never before had the colt even come across such a foul odor.
Over a dune came four roaring beasts. Their perfect black paws, circular in shape, clawed at the ground, churned up the sand, recklessly. A human was perched atop each unnaturally colored creature, in clear control of its mechanical movements. The mechanical monsters would snarl and roar as they scrabbled across the shifting sand to reach the fiery colt.
In a flash, the red stud turned on his heels. His long legs flew fast as he broke into a sprint to escape the terrifying monsters that found more traction on the flatter stretch of land the colt raced upon. The red colt’s nostrils stretched to grab more oxygen that his powerful heart and lung demanded to keep up the speed. The colt was young and strong. He could keep up with this pace for some time, but the man-made creatures would tear up at the ground, gaining steadily on him. Two came to each of his flanks, trying to block off any escape route.
At first, the colt swerved, testing the creatures before deciding it was best to simply outrun the snarling monsters. The humans aboard the monsters hooped and hollered, throwing ropes at the colt to try and see if they could frighten him into a faster speed. Yet, despite the men’s best efforts, the brave colt didn’t flinch as the rope slapped along his back and neck.
The flame kissed horse continued on, picking up speed with each powerful push of his hindquarters and mighty pull of his shoulders. His muscles would ripple under his thin skin with the effort of each stride. Still the motorized beasts and foolish humans wouldn’t slow or give up on their senseless chase.
The colt dug deep into the ground, gaining more traction from this to pull ahead of the mechanical beasts that ran beside him. The monsters only growled louder and pulled along side him, the men still clinging to their backs. The humans howled and bellowed again at this and again the colt felt the sting of the rough rope slash and whip against his sides and back.
Then the colt decided that he had grown tired of this little game of chase.
Without so much of a flash or any signal, the flame colored colt disappeared into the hot desert air. His image did not fade but simply vanish before the eyes of spectators upon the unnatural device. Their machines slowed, quieting to a small grumble for now as each of the humans looked upon each other, each of their expressions mirroring their companions’. For once, the noisy humans were lost for words as they realized that the untamable colt was no mere legend.
Thanks Isa for helping =]
