Post by TRENT LAWSON on Aug 3, 2009 3:00:11 GMT -6
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TRENT LAWSON
THiS iS TEN PERCENT LUCK
TWENTY PERCENT SKiLL
FiFTEEN PERCENT CONCENTRATED POWER OF WILL
[/size]TWENTY PERCENT SKiLL
FiFTEEN PERCENT CONCENTRATED POWER OF WILL
[/size]First day in a new place and Eights was already acting funny. Wonderful! He was jumpy and acting up, and I was not sure how I was going to get him to calm down. And then it hit me. Well Duh! Ride him! Work all that spunk out of him. So that is what I intended on doing. This was my first full day here, and I had not met anybody, but oh well. It would be an experiance? Eights and I had moved around so much in this past year. So much had happened. We still had not made the circuits. Most people nowadays where into english diciplines. You know, jumping, dressage, pleasure... but not me and Eights. No way. We are your regular ol' cowboy and his horse team. Always have been... Always will be. Nothing would change that. I loved him like he was my own blood, and of course I would never know how he felt. He couldn't talk. But when I looked into his eyes, usualy, it was a look of compassion. Today though, when I looked into his eyes, he looked like he wanted to kill something. Why was he acting like this? He was as tempermentle as a women. No joke. I would never understand girls or horses.
I groomed him, tacked him up, and led him from his stall. He did not want to go, but I had to excersize him. Our long ride here would have surely made him ancy. Mabey it was just being in a new place that was making him act like this. Yeah that was it. It had to be. Eights never acted liked this. He was limping slightly to one side, but of course, I figured he just needed to stretch it out. He was a good horse, I knew he would never throw me or hurt me on purpose. I just laughed slightly and led him into the arena. Grabbing the reings in one hand, I pulled his head into his shoulder while I mounted. One of his habits was that he liked to step off while I was mounting, but he couldn't if I had his head pulled in, could he? He chomped and pulled on his bit, either wanting to go, or really wanting me off. I swung into the saddle and released Eight's head. Good boy, Good boy... My voice was soft as I cooed to the stallion.
He tossed his head slightly and pulled against the bit, so I gave him a little more head. That limp on his left hind seemed to be getting worse, but I didn't have that amount of experiance to tell me right away that something was wrong. Mabey I should have checked his foot? Possibly. That could have prevented disaster... I mean after all.. Wait, no just keep reading. My deep brown eyes travled down the neck of the stallion. His golden brown fur shimmer slightly with the glint from the sun. His mane was the same color as my eyes, a deep chocolate brown. It flapped against his neck gently as he walked with his limp. He had never walked with this heavy of a limp before, so I decided just for now to keep him at a walk. His ears where laid back lightly, apparent in pain. Mabey he pulled a muscle in his leg? Or his hip? I didn't know. I reached forward and stroked his neck and cooed to him, as I cued him to keep walking.
His limp lightened up, as we moved more towards the outer ring of the arena, where the turf was looser. I kissed to him and asked for a trot, and he did so with a grunt. His ears pinned back again. The limp was not as apparent with the trot, as this gate was naturaly bumpy. Esspecialy with Eights, he had a very rough trot. Ears where pinned as he did so, indicating that he was not happy. I pulled back lightly on the reings, indicating to him that he could stop, and then, it happened. Eights tripped and fell to the side. I flew off, landing a few feet from the panicked horse. Eights was laying on his side, with his tack still on. I landed on my arm, that was now sore, but I didn't care. I had to make sure my horse was ok! I stood up and walked over to him. His eyes were frightened. I placed a hand on his head and cooed to him. Your alright boy, your alright. I looked at his hind hoof, and saw a horse shoe laying a few feet away. He had a loose shoe the whole time... Damn I am so stupid! Damn it. I muttered to myself. Now he had a cracked hoof and a missing shoe. That was gonna cost me.
I walked back to Eights head, and grabbed his reigns, and gave a slight pull. Come on boy. Eights lifted his head up, and moved to a position so that all four knee's where on the ground. I kissed to him, and pulled slightly on the reigns, and he stood up quicky, giving a shake when he did so, making the saddle clank. Good boy... good boy... I said as I threw the reigns up over the saddle horn and walked to his hind leg, that was cocked in obvious discomfort. I glanced back at the horse shoe laying in the turf and cursed to myself.
FiVE PERCENT PLEASURE
FiFTY PERCENT PAiN
AND ONE HUNDRED PERCENT REASON TO REMEMBER THE NAME!
[/center]FiFTY PERCENT PAiN
AND ONE HUNDRED PERCENT REASON TO REMEMBER THE NAME!
STATUS!?[/color] Done
WORDS!?[/color] 916
MUSIC!?[/color] Remember the Name= Fort Minor
COMMENTS!?[/color] Sorry it is really short :/
