Sora Hunter Hikari

[Savage Cupid]

Full Name:
Sora Hunter Hikari

Nickname:
Hunter (only goes by this name)

Age:
17 Years Old

Birth Date:
August 12, 1988

Gender:
Male

Height:
5'9

Weight:
Muscled, but thin

Eye Color:
Cobalt blue

Hair Color:
Brown

Personality:
Hunter loves to fool around. He tends to get on many people's nerves, though he doesn't seem to care. What he loves is to see a smile on someones face. He's mainly an idiot, but is also kind, generous, loyal, and down right cute. You'd think he's the perfect man from this description, but he's nowhere near perfection. He's still got a long ways to go.

History:
Growing up in the beautiful land of Andalusia he knew his best friend from when he was little. His parents had not much use to him and sent him off to his guardians, which did not live in Andalusia. Having the oppertunity to move away with Kira he took it quickly. Moving to a small island at the age of thirteen. He had decided to not use his real name anymore and had decided to go with Hunter, which he still uses to this very day. Well, besides to people he had known for many year, or trusts well enough. After moving to the small island with Kira, he soon met her parents.. What a disaster. They just stayed friends anyway, becoming close. Then leaving for another island far off, he entered another town. Not knowing anyone around he decided to just go and meet someone. Guess what turned up? Or might I say, who turned up. His long time friend before he had gotten moved away. Now just recindling his friendship with the crimson haired girl, named Kairi. She had been pen pals with Kira and had gotten permission from her that if Hunter and her hand ever gotten together she could break them apart. Well, now that plan is in action. Could she really bring out the old boy she had once known? He has soon to face his past, maybe even get used to using his actual birth name. Right now that is out of the question for him, but with Kairi around it is unknown.

Riding History:
He has been riding for his whole life.

Sample Post:
Written on 01/21/06 - Off Silver's Stable - Harness Training

Zatira's Magic : Week One

I smiled as I soon lead the bay filly out into the arena. She snorted firmly as she shied away from the harness tack. Sure, she was used to the driving bridle, the saddle and breaching as well as the long lines, but she hated seeing them. Tossing her head as I walked her in. She hadn't been tacked up yet, I was going to start everything out in the arena. Even the tacking. She tossed her head wildly before squealing out to whoever was listening. "Relax Zatira! You're perfectly fine." I called to her over the sounds of her own squealing. I would stroke her to reassure her, but I couldn't with both her lead and her tack in my hands and on my arms. I walked her in small circles, cooing to her as I stood there. Watching the mare walk, or trot around me. She finally calmed and I smiled happily.

Placing some of the tack on the ground lightly, I looked over at Zatira. The driving bridle in my hand. I stroked her gently, and slid off the halter. Revealing the, I guess you could say, refined head of the Standardbred. Quickly placing the driving bridle over her head so she wouldn't run off on me. She snorted loudly before tossing her head slightly and then trying to trot forward away from me. Hitting her slightly on the chest to tell her to stop, she snorted yet again. Not wanting to work today, but it was another day and she would try. She now stood there, waiting for the tack to be placed on.

I placed both the saddle and breaching on Zatira. Tightening the girth to make sure nothing would go wrong before buckling the hold backs to the shaft loops. Now she had the full harness on. She fidgeted as she felt the hold backs placed on. She had never liked those things. I patted her neck happily, it was nice to see her so cooperative at the moment. She tossed her head bored, but stayed as quite as she could. I attached the long lines to her driving bridle, today we would work on simple voice commands. Then maybe introduce the cart after she mastered the commands. Everything was now on her an we were read to finally begin. "Walk on.." I called out to her and she tossed her head refusing to move for a small number of seconds before stepped forward and walking on. I smiled, walking behind her, but somewhat to the left side of her.

She squealed out as she walked along on the rail. I was following right behind her, keeping her at an active walk. We walked about two or three laps before changing direction and letting her muscles stretch and get used to the equipment around her body. She seemed like she was going to do well today, not to hyper, but also not to lazy and laid back today. Then again, it was always just the beginning. I watched as she slowly relaxed, only a few more minutes and we could start working. Her nostrils flared as she took in large amounts of air, being as nervous as she was. I wouldn't blame her, it was a new area to get settled in and now also being trained here. I would be nervous too, if I were her. I snapped out of my thoughts as I heard a loud snort and then saw her slowly start to lower her head and close her eyes. Good, she was relaxed. "Trot forward" I said gently, but loud enough for her to hear. Her ears perked forward as she soon moved from walk to trot with a stumble, or two. She was being lazy, her head was still low, her eyes still closed and her trot was so slow I continued walking. "Zatira, trot on.." I called to her and her ears flickered from forward to back and then back to forward. Her strides quickly extended and she sped up, causing me to jog slowly behind her. As we continued on she ended up bolting to the side, causing me to move with her quickly. That was hard enough, I had almost fallen as she turned and then almost got dragged as she bolted forward. Pulling back firmly, but gently she soon stopped to a walk. Her nostrils flared and she tossed her head. I sighed gently, and cooed to her softly. "Easy there Zat. You're alright." I spoke to her, coming up by her shoulder and stroking her gently.

I watched as she tried to relax, but always had something on her mind. I sighed again and decided to lead her into the center of the arena.

I stroked her neck as we now walked together. She had been doing this for a while now and suddenly she had been acting like this. It was just something different around her now, it would take time. We had time. I haltered her in the center and talked to her softly. She snorted loudly and tossed her head, but slowly stopped. Lowering it to my height. I smiled warmly at her and rubbed her gently behind the ears. she nickered sweetly, enjoying the gentle rub down. Letting my hand soon rub the top of her neck, she leaned into the rub and I laughed gently. She had closed her eyes, nostrils taking in the smells of them as she relaxed. I couldn't believe she was going to be able to pull a cart soon if we got this covered and done.

She did calm down a lot as she still stood by my side. I looked over at her, she was almost asleep. I clucked to her softly, getting her attention. "Come on Zat, once around." I spoke in soft words. She walked forward as she heard me and then I ended up behind her again. I did not make her speed up this time, but only go at her own pace. Her eyes were closed as she walked around the rail. If she moved off a lot I would gently lead her back with the long leads. We went for one round around the arena, with no spooking. Which was a good thing to see. I stopped her for only moments after we finished our lap, stroking her gently.

I took off the tack slowly, letting her get used to the feeling. She turned back with her eyes half-way opened, making sure I was doing everything right. I stroked her face and she then turned around yet again, relaxing. I had slid off both the saddle and breaching, unbuckling the hold backs. Placing them on the ground softly, I went to her bridle. Stroking her face happily and lovingly. Soon she was untacked with the halter lay on her face. We walked out of the arena, her take in my hands and on my arms as well as a lead rope in my hand as she walked sleepily after me.