S P I R I T . Fight ME. [open!]

[Rudolph Romez]

Rudolph Romez.
"Lurker"

Quite cutting corners! He said frustratingly in his head as once again his stunning bay mix cut short the turn by several feet. For the sixth time in a row she had narrowly evaded the A corner with an exasperated snort. He was well aware of her dislike for any sort of arena however being unable to ride her on the trails as he would like he and Judas were condemned to an exercise routine within the echoing arena alone and bored. After a successful half-lap around, his mare pulled into the centre of the ring and stubbornly lowered her head to chew on her snaffle. With a irritated tug on her reins and a tight squeeze with his heels she had decided she would do no more and just to prove this point she took a step back and stabbed at the ground with her feet. Forced to admit that she was done for the day, Rudolph dismounted and lifted her reins over her head. Already she had broken a sweat from the pressure though they’d been at it for less than an hour... she was really losing her touch.


He led her outside towards the stable before tethering her and removing her tack. He was annoyed at her but she couldn’t help it if she were a drama queen. Having removed her saddle tack and replaced her bridal with a blue headcollar he ran his hands down her glistening coat and down her leg to feel for any lumps. Just the old ones... nothing new – it should have healed by now the vet had said. “Sie müssen damit aufhören, eine kleine Prinzessin sie wissen ... es ist nicht cool wenn sie in den Ring.” You need to stop being a little Princess you know... it’s not cool when you’re in the ring. He whispered gently as he brushed away the sweat. It was obvious to hear that his words were not spoken in the tongue of this country... but what did it matter when he was speaking to a horse? It wasn’t like she could understand him anyway. He ducked down to brush at her legs which she returned with an affectionate nip to his rump. It was good that he never wore anything new to the yard, just his usual red t-shirt and some desperately baggy jeans though it suited him you had to admit. It wasn’t like he was expecting company so early on in the day....

[Melanie Cochran]

Melanie was unsure of the time, but that didn't matter much considering she was an early riser anyway. The roar of her truck was soothing to her, though to anyone else it may have ben bordering on amazingly, freakishly loud... She loved it! Anyone could tell just from hearing it that it had most definately been jacked up. It looked much more like a guys truck than something the five foot four inch seventeen year old girl would drive... but she absolutely loved it.

She killed the engine and the roar became silent quite abruptly, the sudden quiet not settling well with Melanie as she slammed the door behind her and jogged inside the barn.

"Daytona!" She called in a sing-song voice, causing a few of the other horses to peer over their stall doors curiously. Melanie didn't pause to pet or scratch any of the unfamiliar heads like she'd normally do as she continued on towards her beautiful palomino Quarterhorse stallion's stall. The horse in question poked his dark golden head over the half-door and nickered a greeting, as he had done every time he saw the girl since she'd taken responsibility over him at age thirteen.

"Hey pretty boy... Are you ready to work?" Mel asked as she led the horse out of the stall and to the crossties. She quickly brushed the stallion down and began putting his tack on. The blue and white SMB's went on his legs... blue of the left front and right hind and white on the right front and left hind. Then went on the overreach boots... white on the blue legs and blue on the white legs. His blue and white saddlepad was thrown over his back, followed quickly by his black show saddle with the silver accents and his black and silver snaffle bridle. Mel still hadn't made it to the tack store to buy a saddle and bridle for everyday rides. She really needed to do that...

Daytona shuffled anxiously side to side, catching on to Melanie's excitement. The 15.3 hand stallion pawed the ground as Mel started to do up the cinch after buckling the breastcollar, causing the shorter-than-average girl to smack his leg. "Quit that, behave!"

Mel unclipped the stallion from the crossties, leaving his blue and white halter hanging on his stall door as she walked the stallion towards the indoor arena. The girl wore a well fitted white t-shirt and a pair of her faded riding jeans. Her cowboy boots were on her feet, the tips of her spurs barely visible as the legs of her jeans had come unrolled and fell over her boots, showing the frayed ends from where they'd been walked on over the years.

Mel didn't see the boy and horse in the arena until she was already there, as she'd not been paying attention. She jumped slightly as Daytona neighed loudly and set her pale blue/grey gaze on the duo. Her gaze first went to the horse, studying the animal for a few minutes as she ofted did before her eyes flicked to land on the guy. A bit of surprise passed over her face at his looks, but the look quickly disappeared as she recalled that some of the unlikliest looking people were often involved in things that ou wouldn't expect them to be.

After another minute, in which Daytona fidgeted slightly, Melanie leaned over the railing to the arena and called, "Is there room enough for two?"

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