Jamey was a new student at the barn. Years ago, Sarzah had taken it upon herself to teach him everything she knew about horses. Now, the pair found themselves side by side on the trail, all alone. One moment, and both were at their destination - the lake. Sarzah slid slowly off Ziemlich, her young, fiesty Arabian mare, and rested herself down at the water's edge. Within the second, Jamey was beside her, his hand in hers.
"Sarzah, I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you, and I want..." At this point, Jamey pulled something from his pocket as she pair sat beside the moonlit lake. "Sarzah, will you marry me?"

Years later, the wedding bells had chimed long ago. Yet, it still felt like that day under the moon. Sarzah sat at the kitchen table beside Jamey, watching through the window and out into the ring where their first daughter, Amy, was practicing dressage on her Lipizzan, Majesty. Sarzah's hand rested down on the table, on top of a set of plans.
Pinewood Hills Academy.

The Hansons had their fair share of drama, from caring for wounded and sick animals to almost breaking up at one point. Somehow, though, they always seem to pull through. That is what makes this couple different. They are always there for each other. Sarzah and Jamey dreamed of teaching others the wonder of riding horses. They wanted to be able to teach champions. And teach they did. Slowly, more people found out about Sarzah Hanson's brilliant teaching methods. More and more people began to flock to the academy, not just for its top class riding facilities. The school teaches young greats.

Will you come, and join the action? Be prepared to face the excitement, as the Olympic training camp is soon to open. Selections have already started, and only two have made it through so far. Twins, with a passion for music and for riding. Will you join them? Will you win the gold medal? Or will you graduate the academic side, with honours? Remember the school's motto: Life is what You Make it.


Pinewood Hills Academy is a horse-human RP game that is owned and operated by Sarzah. We are looking for active members who can post 100+ words on a regular basis.

He has no one that is related to him anywhere. He lives and runs his home by himself.

He was born and raised here. Simple as that. Then there was that fire. When he was 14, there was a lightning storm. It struck their house and it caught fire. His little sister had tripped while running down the stairs and broken her leg, making her unable to walk. His father was with his wife. His mother got out of the house but his father went back in to save his little girl when they realized that Levi didn't have her. He thought his mother had her so he didn't find her, he rescued their pet dog. His father had grabbed the little girl, but then the house collapsed and Levi had to watch as they burned to death. His dog died in his arms from inhaling to much smoke. His mother had a heart attack and died as the paramedics took her to the hospital.

The town helped him rebuild his house and gave him a little money so he could be okay. He sold all of his cattle save for one milking cow and a bull. He was forced to sell all of the horses, except for one black stallion. He sold everything he had except for his beat up white truck and the things needed for the animals. He didn't sell his chickens but had to sell some roosters.

A year later he bought a dog for companionship. But pays his bills and such by himself.

He used to be loud and obnoxious, but since the fire has been quiet and reserved. He is very friendly, but often has no time for friends. He has to rely on himself to run his farm, so now he has to work a good deal of the time. He loves to meet new people but dislikes the ones that are annoying and flat out irritating.

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I walked to my beat up truck with my girl bouncing at my heels. Smiling I crouched down to pet the border collie. I'm really glad that I had to give up heating for a month for her. It was totally worth it. I'm just so grateful for this dog it's not even funny. She's really kept me goin for these last few monthes. I hugged her.
"Your such a good girl, arn't ya?" She didn't answer, but gave me a dog-like smile and barked. I couldn't help but laugh. Carefully, I wrapped my tan arms around her and lifted her gently into the bed of my truck. She wagged her tail furiously. She loved getting rides in the truck. I tied the leash in the back to her collar so she couldn't jump out. Not that she would, but it alarmed people if I didn't. Once a lady started screaming at me. Then the dog growled at her and she left. Furious as the little old gal was, she was timid. I smiled and opened the door with a loud creak. Slamming the door, I put the keys into the ignition, preparing to leave to head down to the store. My poor dog Stella would have starved if I didn't go today. She barked at me from the back and I opened the little window between the seats for her. Poking her head in, she licked my cheek. I patted her gently. "I love you too. Now lets go get you some breakfast." With that, I backed out of my driveway, careful not to hit the mailbox.