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Post by baileys lillie tyler on Jul 25, 2012 19:13:48 GMT -5
Onyx snorted, tucking in his head and pawing at the ground slowly. His ears flicked back, his eyes narrowing slightly. He knew this course well and how the course knew him. The poles and bushes had been tumbled into many times, scuffled and knocked over by many feet. A huff escaped his lips as her felt pressure on his near-side, a pair of soft hands clutch onto his mane as they pulled themselves up. The pressure leveled out as boots slipped into iron stirrups and a soft frame settled into the saddle. Onyx's ears flicked forward again, occasionally swiveling as he was steered toward the starting position. With a long snort, he flared his lips slightly and swished his tail. He stopped moving as soon as he felt his rider settle deeper into the saddle, lean forward slightly and whisper: "Fly."
Baileys squeezed her calfs tightly, as she gripped the rains. Within seconds her dapple grey was at a canter, his legs extending long as mud sprayed from beneath him. The heavy thuds of his hooves calmed Baileys, her eyes only focused on the jump now. She felt Onyx's head dip slightly, as he himself examined the jump. It was an easy warm up, in the '70s with a ditch before it. Baily felt his legs bunching beneath him and she fell forward, balancing herself with her ankles as he flew over. He cleared it high, not even near to clipping it. As he landed he was already starting to run as soon as his back feet neared the ground. Baileys sat back in the saddle, keeping an encouraging press on his stomach. The second jump was a '90 jump, in the shape of a cottage. Clearing it again, the pair thundered on, Bailey feeling like the wind itself. With a sharp turn, Onyx was heading for the Water Jump. Bailey closed her eyes swiftly, trying to remember how this one was laid out. Water Jumps frightened her slightly, as you never knew how high or low the landing was going to be. But she kept clam as Onyx tore towards it, and they both hoped they would land this as the dappled grey picked up his front legs.
In a split second, they were facing a large drop. It wasn't the biggest on the course, but it wasn't the smallest either. Onyx readied himself for the impact, taking on the large jump with pride. Baileys leant back far, letting the reins slip slightly, so Onyx could have his head. As they hit the water, Onyx was off again, giving Bailys limited time to gather herself up. "Good boy. Fly the next ones." She said softly, and he did just that. By the time they reached the last jump, Onyx was breathing heavily, his muscles and veins showing freely. But he was not tired yet, he needed to clear this last one. At a hearty '3, it would be risky if he didn't make it. But he did, clearing it with a lot to spare.
Baileys slipped off the saddle patting her stallions neck and shoulders, whispering soft words to him. He nibbled her sleeve softly as she led him to a water bucket, which he started to gulp down immediatly. She checked his girth, stirrups and bridle, tutting when she saw dirt and mud on it. She made a mental note to clean it all off. Sighing slightly she checked Onyx over for marks or bruises. Finding none and seeing he had gulped down the majority of the water, she hopped back up onto him, settling in softly. She walked him around, clicking her tongue and decided what to do next.
them them them
talk talk talk
think think think
W O R D S * 613 ;;
T H O U G H T S * somanywordz ;;
M U S I C * silence ;;
T A G G E D * anyone ;;
R I D I NG* Onyx ;;
C R E D I T S * bruno mars' lazy song ;; |
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Post by Brooke Ivy Kohl on Jul 26, 2012 3:45:50 GMT -5
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Humming a soft tune to herself, Brooke made her way from the kitchen to the tack room. Casting her gaze through the stable block for a moment, a smile graced her lips. Warm rays; tinted gold fell in visible through the wood slats. Such a nice day Leading into the tack room, she swiftly headed to where her Stags equipment was kept. Nicely arranged in the corner, like most others her main tack took place on hooks and racks, the others crammed into large grooming boxes… along with everything else. Taking a kit bag, Brooke slung it over her shoulder while looping the reins and main bridle over her other shoulder. Saddle in hand, the warm numnah came a with a soft sheepskin touch. Stepping back out, her pace kept a brisk walk through the corridor of stables. Greeted by multiple equines, ears pricked usually though buried in a mouthful of hay. Quietly she approached the large stall home to her Stallion; Solbren. Lifting his head to inspect, a friendly nicker passed his lips. Delving his head down playfully velvet kissers nudged her, pushing his nose into the material of her top, a sweet spark in his eye. ”What do you want hmmm?”
Dropping the tack down the saddle leant neatly against the wood; along with bridle hanging over the top. Kicking over the bottom bold, Brooke swing open the stable door. Stepping in a gentle touch to his chest paced him back a few strides, willing he done so. Closing the door behind, the equine watched intently as she searched through the bag. Pulling out a body brush, Brooke quickly gave the beast a once over. Having not been in the paddock during the night, he had managed to stay clean. Despite the mixed straw/shaving entwined in his tresses. Swapping over, she took a small comb to rake the bedding from him. Standing by his rump, one hand gathered strands from the top of his tail, while the pulled through removing the dirt. Standing almost perfectly square, Sol raised a hindleg; favouring his hoof to rest the top on the ground. Such a peaceful being around her. Finishing up by picking out his hoofs, Brooke ran a hand along his silken dappled pelt. Patting his broad neck, she admired his beauty as she exited. Taking the bag from around her, she picked up the tack before again heading back into the stable.
Raising the saddle up, she placed it down slightly higher than his withers. Sliding it back into place, she made sure the hairs where flat underneath. Moving to his head, B slung the reins down his neck as she held the bit. Taking it with ease, Solbren crunched on the cool metal absentmindedly. Feeling his mount tighten the throat lash and noseband, an impulse move thrashed his crown excitedly. Moving back to his side, Brooke dropped down the girth to loop through the leather of the martingale before buckling up. Taking the reins she propped them behind each rolled stirrup, preventing them to fall and trap under his pillars.
Growing impatient, the stallion whinnied quietly watching his owner again leave his side. Taking a stride, Sol craned his neck over the door to watch. She was putting on her cross country helmet, complete with their colours of deep red lycra hat cover. She hadn’t put on her body protector, maybe they wasn’t jumping? Drawing his head back to her arrival, the equine moved so she could lead him out. Clicking her tongue, Brooke took the reins under his chin urging him onwards. Snapping down the stirrups, she halted her steed before flexing a leg. Hopping a little, one hand pressed down as she powered and mounted in a single swift motion. Shifting in the saddle, Brooke took position as she gathered the reins to one hand. Showing Sol the whip, she tucked it into her boot as they walked on. Giving a light nudge of her heal, her calves tight to him asking a little more. Bobbing his head into a gaited walk, a content sigh released her. Keeping her other hand limp to her lap, Brooke used her opposite leg to turn him. Obediently he obliged, twisting his body, Solbren weaved through the gate of the barn out onto the track. Observing the field it was surprisingly quiet, she could only make out one horse and rider as they drew closer. Taking note of how it was someone she had never seen, Brooke eyed them directing the stag to them. Advancing closer, keeping distance, the pair scanned the others. She looked almost the same age as Brooke, pretty with darker tresses than her blonde shade. Her horse too was a similar shade, dapple grey. The best complexion for an equine, or so Brooke thought. Hey, I have not seen you around here before you? Though I would say hi. I must say though you a have a wonderful seat. I just caught a glimpse of you riding the oxer complex. Keeping her tone light, a warm friendly aura about her.
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Post by baileys lillie tyler on Jul 26, 2012 16:04:13 GMT -5
Baileys was calm and collective as she dropped back softly into the seats. Onyx was only jumping the small jumps meant for training, as Baileys wanted to cool him off a bit. She kept soft pressure supplied on his flanks as she went, to make sure he didn't slow, but not enough to make him dart suddenly. Releasing the pressure slightly, she pulled on the reins, slowing him down to a graceful trot. With his legs picked up high and his head tucked him, the pair turned in tight circles as Baileys wanted to check his legs. Cross Country was a dangerous sport, with many horses harming themselves. The young girl needed to make sure her boy was in top condition, as she couldn't risk any injuries. Satisfied he was running well, she clicked her tongue and squeezed with her leg, muttering a comforting: "Good boy." The trot lengthened, as Baileys slackened the reins, shaking her head slightly to let her curls tumble past her helmet. Her bobbin was on the track somewhere, as she lost every single one she wore. Rolling her eyes slightly, she let Oynx have full control as he eyed up the course. The blonde girl quickly checked her helmet strap and back-brace, both a soft cream with light blue lining. She glanced quickly at her boots, ankle lengths and her eyes traced back up her legs, to her light blue jodphurs. Satisfied nothing was broken or too dirty, she flicked her eyes back to in front of her, gathering back up the reins and weighing up the choices. A nice set of simple jumps were only a couple lengths away, with a gorgeous ascending oxer to finish off.
Steering her boy towards the fences, she noted there was flags on them. They must have been previously used. As she leveled out with the first jump, a bounce, she gave a high-pitched whistle. She lifted up in her saddle and leant forward, as her dapple grey set off in a gallop. As he sprung over the first bar of the bounce, Baileys settled in her position, not even dipped as Onyx landed and then sprung off again. As they finished that jump, a tight grip tugged the boy into a sharp turn, now heading for a brightly coloured Trakehner. Clearing it with easy, another sharp turn sped them towards a large ditch and a log jump. Onyx flinched slightly as his eyes settled on the deep ditch. Baileys sensed the sense shoulders and slight decrease in pace, so she whispered very soft to him, using nicknames and kind words to keep him going. The pair were perfect together, Baileys soothing words getting her baby to soar over the ditch. As he landed, Bailey gave him a quick pat and a couple 'Great job''s. With a last quick turn and a couple lengths, Onyx was lifting off from the ground and landing swiftly on the other side of the Oxer.
A slow trot brought them towards the trail back to the barn, with the roof slowly appearing. Humming softly Bailey slowed Onyx down to a walk, patting his neck and fondling his ears. He had done well today, but in the basking sun, he was getting tired. He might have been able to jump a bit more today, but his Baileys worried she might have pushed him too much. A small yawn was brought to her lips, as she listed her chores for the day. She needed to much out stables, groom, fill up troughs, feed and more. Just a normal day, but she didn't mind the work. Anything to be near to the little ones, to mess up their hair and share some food with. It was a gorgeous job and she wouldn't trade it for anything. Blinking slowly with the sun in her eyes, she saw a black shape coming towards her. Curious, she took in the details as it came closer. It was a beautiful dapple grey, with an equally beautiful rider on top. Baileys usual smile was brought up on her face as they neared each-other.
Bailey squeezed her reins to pull Onyx to a stop, as soft words came to her ears: "Hey, I have not seen you around here before you? Though I would say hi. I must say though you a have a wonderful seat. I just caught a glimpse of you riding the oxer complex." Having only arrived yesterday, she had to agree. She practically knew no-one. "'Allo there sweetie. Haha, yup I just started workin' 'ere yesterday. Thanks a bunch, not often I get complimented. You 'ave a gorgeous lad there, dapples are my favourite. Also, I'm Baileys Tyler." The voice was very soft and gentle, but with a thick Scottish drawl, it made it slightly tougher. Baileys just hoped her accent wasn't too hard to understand.
them them them
talk talk talk
think think think
W O R D S * 809;;
T H O U G H T S * somanywordz ;;
M U S I C * silence ;;
T A G G E D * brooke ;;
R I D I NG* Onyx ;;
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Post by Brooke Ivy Kohl on Jul 27, 2012 4:59:09 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]Ain't no god in my eye
Increasing the pressure to his sides, Brooke pushed her leg back slightly making contact. A soft nudge from her heel eased the Stag into a new gait. His transition smooth, barely noticeable so as he almost hopped into a trot. He carried himself with such grace, despite his flaws and merciful attempts at dressage; he certainly like to look good. You are such a show off Sol Rolling his neck, even beats emitted shallow thuds below, cushioned by the green blades as he went. Having risen the trot, each upwards flex came on the right diagonal. A habit Brooke had fallen into, a good one though. She always made sure he rising motion would go with the extension of the right foreleg, not only did it look smart, it gained credit in Dressage when needing to rise to the gait. Keeping her hands low, she quietly gathered the leather a little. Taking his back to a relaxed posture, nostrils flared as the stallion snorted. Lips curling into a smile, Brooke again nudged his sides softly. No more than an instant reaction, a powerful push from his hindquarters saw him into a canter.
Uneven beats of the 3 time came with bouncy stride to settle from the trot, sitting deep, Brooke rocked her hips back and forth keeping with him. Making no fuss as he collected himself, she simply urged him forth with her seat to complete. Good boy Sol Auds raised, they flickered back and forth. Alert to his surroundings, yet also taking note of her light pleased tone. Striding along, deep footfalls if his weight left a trail of their presence, U shapes shoes marked the way as they progressed to the jumps. Eyeing them ahead, Sol thrashed the air with ivory whips. Colliding with his flanks, an excited squealing sound released him. Chuckling to herself, Brooke could feel him wind up inside. His cage below her tensed briefly as he fought for his head. Bold movements continued as he contact to the bit increased, flexing at the knee her body arched out of the saddle. Taking a light seat position, her inside leg on directed him to ride the line with the opposite rein.
Urging him on with encouraging words, the stag took control as they drew closer. Extending his large strides, he seemed to eat up the ground as it where on the approach. Steadying up to jump the question, both sets of eyes focused on the obstacle. Go on! Feeling his body coil backwards, his pace became choppy as the pair advanced close enough to take off. Launching himself over the mere brush of 3ft, his form rolled creating the perfect fold in the air. Hinds kicked up clear, as he tucked his front to his chest. Leaning forwards, Brooke stretched her arms a little way giving him his head. Settling back down, her arms drew back as she leant back to saddle on the descent. Landing with both grace and ease, the stag flicked his quarters into a crow hopping movement happily. Good boy Taking the reins into one hand, Brooke boldly patted his neck while half sitting the recovering canter.
Twisting him into a tight circle, Solbren weaved his body to complete to movement. Slowing up, nostrils quivered as each pace came with a snort. He always managed to get so worked up for jumping, no matter the height he proves to be excited. It was helpful half the time, he had courage. He proves true to attack every complex with his all, rarely refusing or faltering. Drawing up the working trot, down went her lower half to deep seat the gait. Pulling back against his weight on the reins, reluctantly the equine paced himself back to a walk. Dropping the reins, the stallion lowered his head to relax after the mini warm up. Watching the others come over, Brooke halted the animal below her. "'Allo there sweetie. Haha, yup I just started workin' 'ere yesterday. Thanks a bunch, not often I get complimented. You 'ave a gorgeous lad there, dapples are my favourite. Also, I'm Baileys Tyler." Taking note of her accent, picking it up almost instantly as a soft Scottish twang. Brooke wondered if she had read her Aussie tone. The girl seemed nice, a good rider too. She was called Baileys, quite unique. Having only ever heard the name in reference to an alcoholic drink, she contemplated over the name. It was different, nice, it suited her. Giving a friendly smile to her speech, she laughed softly. Ah thet would why theen. Well thanks, really? Mine too. I’m Brooke, you have a pretty sweet name.
Trolololololol- My attempt at writing Australian xD I did miss spell "that" on purpose... :L
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Post by baileys lillie tyler on Jul 28, 2012 15:15:57 GMT -5
" Ah thet would why theen. Well thanks, really? Mine too. I’m Brooke, you have a pretty sweet name." The fair girl spoke with a heavy Australian twang, which made Baileys chuckle a bit. Brooke was a beautiful name, which danced across Baileys tongue, with soft images playing along with it. She slowly un-clipped her helmet, shaking out her hair, which shone brightly in the hot sun. While holding the reins in one hand, with the other she ran her fingers through the waves softly, frowning as she felt the tangles and knots in it. A small pouty face appeared on her lips, looking at Brooke and huffing. "Mhhhm. Brooke, thata's beautiful name to match a beautiful lass. Sorry 'bout my mess of 'air, ah just can't seem to ever fix it," Baileys cooed softly, a smile once again returning to her face. Baileys was never the best at making new friends, but hey at least she could try. Shaking her hair back once again, she strapped her helmet up and took the reins back in two hand. Smacking her lips together, a small idea formed in the Scottish girl's head. "Aye, why don't we have a little race? Such a nice day and we can see which sweethart' can do this thing the best," the voice was perky and happy, but a challenge lay under the kind tone. With a click of her tongue, she nudged her steed on, his tail swishing and his hooves making the comforting 'clop-clop-clop' when they walked along the stony track. "Ah claim the Junior Course," she called back over her shoulder.
At a fast paced trot, Onyx knew the game was on. Pulling his head up high, he snorted ears lied slightly back and his legs tucked in. He knew his owner well and this sense of dominance was upon her, a willingness to win. His ears were wide open, so he knew what to do. A small squeeze on the rein made him turn, the slightest pressure on a flank made him speed up. Onyx loved to win, to feel the praise of others upon him, to just feel high above them all. Baileys rose up and down swiftly, licking her lips and narrowing her eyes. She had not waited for an answer from fair-haired Brooke, but she had gotten the sense this girl would be well up to the challenge. Shortening the reins slightly, she shifted her position when she sunk into the saddle before springing back out of it. Relaxing her shoulders and wrists, she turned her stallion onto the starting box of the Junior Course. With a soft 'wooah' she squeezed the reins and pushed her heels down, stopping the dapple grey within seconds. Setting her jaw, the lass scanned the course carefully. Within a day she nearly already knew all the courses, but her mind sometimes got jumbled. Satisfied she knew what she was doing, Baileys just waited for her competition. Now was her chance to show how she could work her stuff.
them them them
talk talk talk
think think think
W O R D S * 505;;
T H O U G H T S * sorry its so short, my muse is crap </3 your australian is grand, my scottish is like...idontevenknow ;;
M U S I C * silence ;;
T A G G E D * brooke ;;
R I D I NG* onyx ;;
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