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Post by jezebel stevens on Jul 6, 2009 16:04:04 GMT -6
Posting wonderfully on the anglo-arab mare, Jez simply realized she hadn't a clue where she was. "God dammit." She hissed, making Dash halt. A whinny came from under her, and Jez stroked the mare's neck absently. She'd been lost before. But not in this heat. It was warmer than it'd been in a while. Dash, being half arabian, could cope, Jez on the other hand....No. Sliding off the fifteen hand high mare, she looked around, ripping her helmet off and putting it under her arm. "Well..." She sighed, leading her horse down a path. The path seemed promising. And luckily it was. Two trees made an entrance to a clearing that she walked through, allowing Jez to exhale in relief. Turning to Dash, she undid her saddle and bridle, letting her free. Dawdling after them both came the tiny border collie pup, tongue lolling in exhaust. Finding a shady spot, Erin plopped down, dozing and making Jez blink. That was fast.
A small creek ran along the edge of the clearing. Jez dropped her helmet and walked over to the water, running her hand down Dash's neck. The mare'd decided she was hot and laid down in the cool, clean liquid. It'd be a hell of a job to get her out of there later. Walking back to the tree Erin was napping at, Jezebel sat, leaning back against the bark. Now she was in a horrid mood. And pissed. How'd she get back to the ranch? All she knew was she'd never go on the trails without anyone else ever again.
A loud splash made Jez scramble groggily to her feet. Rubbing her eyes, she noticed she must have fallen asleep. Well, that always happened. Oh well. Looking back at the creek, she sighed. Dash had gotten out. That was the noise. Sighing, Jez returned the the tree, letting out a soft whistle. The Anglo-Arab's head popped up, ears perked. Soon enough, she trotted over, and Jez looked her over, soon deciding she was fine. The mare continued grazing, perfectly content.
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Post by Brian Romano on Jul 6, 2009 21:53:30 GMT -6
 BRIAN ROMANO
Today's exercise was clearly marked 'ENDURANCE -- LONG TRAIL'. A good horse was a fit horse, and there were no empty spaces on the workout board. Every day we ate and every day we slept, so why not have a daily workout? Brian's dark brown eyes scanned the board, chalking up a few more days in the future to make sure Dacaprio would not be over or underworked. He pushed his hair back into the hairnet and then slipped the helmet over. A quick tug on the reins made eager Dacaprio amble onward...
Half an hour later, Dacaprio boldly cantered along the trail, his body drenched with sweat. Powerful hooves pounded on the mostly rock-free ground beneath them. Brian held himself in a power position - the half seat. His coat was usually a dark bay but it appeared black now. The pair never galloped on trails because it was far too dangerous, but they cantered for quite a while to build stamina. Brian was breaking a sweat, and he wasn't even running. He knew every twist and turn in the forest. They were reaching his resting point where he would stop and walk through the water for a bit. Dacaprio's worst fault was jumping into water, so Brian spent much of his time walking him through it. Being used to a material's feel was a good way to get a horse through their weaknesses.
Out of the corner of his eye as they rounded the bend through the trees and into the clearing, he spotted a girl and her horse. Brian pulled back on the reins, bringing the gorgeous oldenburg gelding to a halt. What would a person be doing out here, sitting on the ground? Was she hurt? As he swiftly dismounted, a splash of mud made his just-cleaned boots look ready for another spit-shine right off.
The 19 year old stood tall at a tad over six foot. He didn't hunch, which made him appear quite formidable. Reins in hand, he caught sight of something he considered completely outrageous, a horse running loose on the trails. Not only was it not tied up, but it had no tack on so this meant the rider didn't even fall off. The horse had faint sweat stains which told him it had just been let loose after a long ride out here. Immediately he wanted to scold the rider, but she was so oblivious to her grievous mistake that it would seem harsh. Instead, he said to her, "Are you okay? Why is your horse loose on a trail?" His voice was very deep and clear, free of any accent. There was no real care in his voice. Rather, is sounded more forced and official, like reading today's date or some arbitrary historical fact. He was born and raised in a upper class city-suburb so he didn't have any real personality in his voice, except the deficit of a personality. Although he was young, just turned 19, Brian was more mature acting than some who were well over thirty. He saw no jest in comedies and didn't believe in love, seeing as there had never been real comedy or romance in his life. Why believe in a dream that cannot be imagined?
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WORDS;; 542
MUSE;; rather good for past 1 am...
NOTES;; Umm, can you read the text? It seems very much like his personality but I have a tendency to use fonts and size combo's that nobody can read.
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Post by jezebel stevens on Jul 7, 2009 17:19:23 GMT -6
Fishing the phone from her pocket, she sighed. No service.A loud sigh came from her and she let her hand fall back against the bark of the tree, sliding down it into a sitting posistion. Eyes slipping shut, she relaxed.
A voice suddenly came to her and Jez opened her eyes to see another rider and a horse. "Um." She replied, blinking before answering. "I'm fine. But I'm lost." The second question made her roll her eyes. "She's not ON the trail." She answered. Dash wasn't. She was now in the taller grass, eying the newcomers.
A small yip could be heard as Erin hopped up. Jez stood smoothly, wondering why the guy sounded so...careless. "So...why are you wondering through the creek?" Jez asked, looking at the black horse. He was gorgeous! Her own horse had lost all her interest in them, and her mind was back to food. Eyes dull in boredom, Jez awaited an answer.
(SHORT! -.-)
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Post by Brian Romano on Jul 8, 2009 17:24:39 GMT -6
BRIAN ROMANO
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NOTES;; do you mind if they aren't friends? he may be grumpy. also keep in mind that his words aren't mine... they're his. I'mma nice friendly goober out here. :]
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