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Post by LEAH MARIE FOSTER on Jul 12, 2012 17:04:44 GMT -5
Leah Marie Foster  ♥
Leah was riding high. She'd won her class on her stallion King, and gotten fifth on the gelding she was riding now, Quicksilver. King's first foal had also just been born in the broodmare barn, a grulla filly with a little white stripe on her face. Leah figured she was in with Foxtail's owner, Riley, since it was Riley's mare that had just given birth. King was a great stallion, and she was sure that the filly would grow up to be an excellent competitor just like her sire. Currently she and King were both in second place for top horse and rider respectively. Although she was pleased, Leah's competitive streak had been woken. She knew Q could do better, so she'd brought him out to the cross country course to practice. Leah nudged the gelding into a canter, her face a mask of focus. Together, the two made a daunting pair. Leah was short and slim, her long dark hair bouncing on shoulders from Q's gait, her hazel eyes narrowed in concentration. Quicksilver was a seasoned show horse, and it showed in his confirmation and gaits. He almost looked like an arabian, with a dished face and thin legs, but in actuality he was a National Show Horse. Leah circled him at a canter three times each way, executing a perfect flying lead change between each direction change. The first jump, a 2'6" wooden oxer, Q cleared easily, swishing his tail with what Leah surmised was boredom. She stroked his neck affectionately, and urged him to the second obstacle, a brush fence. Q flicked his ears uncertainly at the fence, but Leah gently squeezed his sides in encouragement and he plunged forward, leaping the fence with another flick of his white tail. She knew that brush fences were his least favorite obstacles, but it was a necessary evil if they were going to win in cross country classes. Since the next jump was far off, Leah urged Q into a gallop and the horse responded eagerly. It seemed like just seconds had passed since they'd jumped the wooden oxer, but now the last fence of the course was in view. Looming closer, she urged Q towards the 3' stone wall. A few strides before the wall, Q faltered again, and refused the fence. Rolling her eyes, Leah circled him around and faced the wall again. This time, he tried to rush the fence, lifting his head defiantly. She slowed him to a trot, and circled him back to the field. She urged him into a collected canter, and rode him in ride circles until he relaxed. Finally, she steered him toward the stone wall again. Now that he'd calmed down, Quicksilver jumped the wall quietly. "Good boy," Leah said, stroking his neck again.
Outfit; Click
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Riding; Quicksilver
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Notes; Open to anyone as soon as I'm finished :)
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Post by RILEY LARA HADDEN on Jul 15, 2012 15:34:18 GMT -5
 THIS IS THE STORY OF A GIRL Riley had just been down to the broodmare barn where her Hanoverian, Into the Wind and her tiny filly were stabled. windy had paid little attention to her owner beyond the welcoming nickers and small nuzzle she received when she got there. for the most part, the mare was quite concerned with her foal that had yet to receive a name. Her goat was a smoky rose gruella, and was really quite and eye catcher. She was a proud little creature and although she was still to be kept in the barn for the next few days, she was already showing promise of being a fast competitor and had her mother's sweet temperament. Riley had great hopes for the filly and planned to show her in the training section with she was a little bit older.
But for now, her mind traveled back to the horse that was underneath her. Her stallion, Vivid Night and otherwise known as Max trodded on slowly at her soft heel command, making their way from the stallion barn to the Cross Country field. The stallion tossed his head a little impatiently, wanting to run but Riley kept him at an even pace, warming him up and not wanting him to blow himself before they had the chance to practice but as they neared the cross country field, Riley saw that she wasn't alone. She smiled and waved to competitor, and friend Leah Foster and her horse Quicksilver. The rider and horse neared the course and waited for them to be done. You're looking good! [/i] she called out. [/blockquote] [/div] TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0 [/center] |
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Post by LEAH MARIE FOSTER on Jul 15, 2012 23:16:12 GMT -5
 --- and she's known in the darkest clubs ,.[/color][/size][/font] ( FOR PUSHING AHEAD OF THE DAMES )[/center]
After the stone wall, Leah slowed Q to a trot, then to a walk. The gelding seemed grateful for the break as she let the reins slide through her fingers to give the gelding room to stretch his neck out. Q shook his head, white man flipping in the wind of his movement. Leah steered him down the trail towards the beginning of the course using just her seat. She let the gelding take a drink from a stream that had been part of the course. Once he'd seemed like he'd regained some energy (the cross country course was pretty tough), she squeezed him into a leisurely trot, sitting quietly in the saddle as they rode through the wooded trail. People could say a lot about Leah- that she was a spoiled brat with an attitude problem, but they couldn't say she wasn't a good rider. She'd grown up on a horse, and Leah was fairly certain she'd die on a horse too. Or at least near one. The day she couldn't ride was the day she didn't want to be alive. Dramatic, but true. Leah slipped her feet out of the stirrups, sinking her weight all the way down into her heels. She and Q continued at a trot until they broke into the open field where the wooden oxer was. "Wanna jump it one more time, Q?" She knew it wouldn't tire him out, since he'd fully recuperated during their ride back to the beginning of the course. The jump was under 3' anyway. So, feet still not in her stirrups, Leah cued her horse to canter. The pair jumped the fence perfectly again, touching down with a soft thud. Leah praised a self satisfied Q lavishly, before giving him his head again. Quicksilver's ears perked up, rotating to their left, where another horse and rider were drawing closer. At first Leah was a bit annoyed, but when she saw it was Riley Hadden, the owner of Foxtail, she knew she had to play nice. When Riley waved and called out a compliment, Leah smiled and waved back. "Thanks! Not nearly as good as you looked during the competition though!" If she was good at anything, it was being a kiss-up when she wanted to be. She squeezed Quicksilver over towards Riley and her handsome stallion, her feet still out the stirrups. "Have you checked on Princess yet today?" Leah asked, referring to the filly that Riley's mare had just given birth to. She rather liked the cute barn name that King's daughter had been given
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