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Post by James Rowan on Aug 8, 2009 17:58:51 GMT -6
He led the large Quarterhorse looking Thoroughbred gelding towards the arena at a brisk paced walk... well; he was walking quickly, almost jogging to keep up with the dapple grey’s ground-covering strides. For a moment, Jamie silently cursed his height (5”5) and his neglect of teaching Diaz to shorten his strides. He tugged lightly on the bridle reins to get the horse to check his stride, but went ignored. The grey was eager to get going... James would have went directly towards the trails, but the dreadlocked Mexican/American wanted to let his tall horse ‘get his bucks out’ in an enclosed area, not an open trail.
“Easy boy, slow down.” Jamie muttered softly under his breath in his highly accented voice. The sun caught his eyes, causing the iris’s to lighten... until the nineteen year old raised his free hand and slid his dark shades on, hiding his eyes from view and giving himself relief from the bright sunlight.
The horse impatiently tugged at the bit, pulling the long split-reins through his owners’ hand a few inches before Jamie tightened his grip on the smooth, light brown leather. Diaz wore only the simplest of tack... a light brown one-ear bridle with a D-ring snaffle and a western saddle of the same color with a navy blue and white Navajo blanket.
James also wore fairly simple clothes... none of his baggy jeans and odd shirts, none of his chains, none of his multiple armbands... However, simple his clothing might be, but cheap the articles were not. The teen wasn’t a snob like some rich people, but he did like spending money. He wore a nice brown t-shirt that he’d ripped the sleeves out of and a pair of light blue Wranglers. A brown leather belt was put through the belt-loops and buckled tightly. His feet were encased in brown cowboy boots... not in perfect shape, not in bad shape... obviously well broken in and worn quite often, though. Jamie wore a pair of tight Grip riding gloves with the first two fingers cut-out and his piercings (ears gauged and lip) were all in, as they never came out except to sleep. His many tattoos were mostly covered by his clothes, but a few could be seen, specifically the two on his neck and the many ones of his arms. Also as usual, he wore the black eyeliner that brought out the deep brown of his eyes. He’d pulled his dreadlocked hair up into another ponytail and had forgone his usual hat, as he was sure that he’d lose it when Diaz was let loose. The horse only bucked like a bronc when he hadn’t been ridden in a long time, and he only did it for a few minutes before settling down, but there was no way that Jamie was going to let one of his precious hats hit the ground.
The nineteen year old opened the gate to the arena and led Diaz through, looping the reins over the top rail and tying a quick-release knot before exiting the area. Jamie jogged back to the parking lot in front of the barn... to the out-of-the-way place he’d parked his 2006 Hummer. He reached in through the open window and grabbed the navy blue halter and lead he’d bought the other day. Diaz had broken his last halter in the trailer when he’d been brought up from Mexico. Jamie looped the thick nylon over his arm and jogged back to the arena, tossing the halter and lead across the railing as he opened the gate and entered the large space.
The large dapple grey gelding looked inquisitively at his owner, nosing out towards the short teen. Diaz received a pat on the nose before he was untied from the fence and led to the center of the arena. The horse stood patiently as Jamie tightened the cinch and flank-strap and checked the bridle. Diaz flicked an ear back as his owner waked around to his other side. He swished his long tail when he felt the foot in the stirrup and the weight settle easily on his back.
Jamie picked up the reins lightly, holding them loosely in his hand. He ran his other hand down the grey’s neck before grinning slightly. He fully expected to be tossed off at least twice before Diaz got his bucks out.
“Diaz...” His voice was a mutter, “Dejar nos montar...”
The horse leapt into the air like a stick of dynamite had gone off under his feet and took off across the arena. Halfway to the rail, he grabbed the bit and fishtailed wildly before throwing his head down and kicking his hind legs high in the air. When his hooves hit the ground, Diaz’s front was in the air, followed quickly by his hind legs again as he twisted in ways that would put a bronc to shame. Jamie kept no contact with the reins and instead hunched low over the saddlehorn, struggling to keep his grip for at least another few moments before he went flying. [/size] 836 words...
I am very sorry for the horrid Spanish... I’m having to rely on what little my mum knows and a dictionary.
My muse is overflowing.
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Post by Ziva David on Aug 10, 2009 11:39:23 GMT -6
Ziva walks in wearing a white button down shirt and riding chaps. [/b] She's leading Alex, oh poor Alex, she's put up with Alex, and yet some how he still doesn't listen to her, she rescued Alex a couple years back, and he was preatty bad, didn't trust anyone, and so far he's trusted her. A mouse bolted infront of Alex, Alex reared whinned, and bolted. "Alex, easy, it's alright, no one is going to hurt you." Ziva said, as Alex calmed down 50 feet away from her, great now how is she going to ride with this crazed horse? Alex looked down, and took a step closer to her. "Good boy Alex, it's alright, I just wanted to ride you for a little bit." Ziva said in a calm soothing voice as she creped a little closer to Alex. Alex watched Ziva with every step she took. "Good boy Alex, it's alright." Ziva said as she extended her hand out to Alex, she was hopeing that he would sniff it, so she could grab the lead line. Alex took a step back when Ziva took the step foward, She imeditaly turnned around, she felt a breath on her back a couple minutes later. Ziva turned around and there was Alex standing at her back. "Good boy Alex, Good Boy." Ziva said as she took hold of the lead line. Ziva walked Alex foward into the barn.
Ziva grabbed the english tack for Alex, after he was cross tied. The tacking proccess when quickly, and painless, which surprised her, when the saddle went on, and Alex didn't even flinch.
The Black leather boot slid into the stirrup, and Ziva hoisted herself up onto the back of Alex. She turned Alex around and asked him to walk on. The outdoor arena was insight, and all she had to do was make it there without Alex freaking again.
Ziva stood on the side watching a person ride a horse, that clearly did not like being ridden, or simply was just to enrgized, either way, it will be an expirence with both this horse, and with Alex. "I'm opening the gate, so I can enjoy a ride." Ziva warned the other rider, as she opend the gate and lead Alex in. The gate creaked open. Ziva closed the gate, and mounted Alex.
"Hi, I don't think I've seen you here, but then agian I'm also new here." Ziva said to the person riding the more then energetic horse, as she walked Alex around the ring. Today was going to be a good day, for both her and alex. Ziva asked Alex for a controled trot, and surpirsingly, he did it, the trot was controled, and he didn't complain about it, he didn't make Ziva kick him, and ask for the command more then 3 times, maybe Alex is changing, and this big change might be good, for all three of them.------------------------------------------------------------------------ Sorry about the short post, I don't have the best muse.
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Post by James Rowan on Aug 11, 2009 10:29:42 GMT -6
Jamie felt it coming, he knew that he’d be flying from the saddle in a moment, he could feel the energy flowing through Diaz’s body as the big horse stood stock still for a moment when the woman brought her horse in. Diaz’s body quivered, though he nickered softly to the strange horse. He was still for now, but Jamie knew that the second he put any pressure against the TB gelding’s side, he’d be gone from the saddle. Surprisingly, the thought of being thrown no longer bothered him. He’d learnt to roll into a fall years ago when he rode his old Saddlebred mare Falcon. With her, not a ride went by that he hadn’t been thrown. She’d helped him learn to hang on and fall alike. It was too bad, he mused silently while Diaz was still quiet, that she’d had to be put down just three years ago. She’d been a great horse once you got over her quirks.
James zoned back in just in time to hear the woman speak to him again. He offered her a quick grin and shrugged some, being carefully to not do anything that could be misinterpreted as a cue to move. “Ah, I just moved to town a few days ago. This is our first ride after a long haul.” The Mexican/American said, his voice accented with hints of Spanish.
He sat atop Diaz stiffly, but relaxed. Diaz flicked an ear in annoyance, shaking his grey head and chewing at the bit. He threw his head down, but did nothing otherwise. The dreadlocked nineteen year old glanced down at the big horse before looking back to the woman. “I’m James... he’s Diaz.” Jamie said with another half-smile. “S’cuse me for a minute...”
Jamie clicked to Diaz, and was extremely surprised when the dappled horse moved off without so much as a swish of the tail. James walked the horse around the arena once before relaxing completely in the saddle and asking for a trot. Bad idea! The thought flashed through his mind quickly as Diaz grunted and jerked the reins from his hands. The grey’s body lifted in the air high before coming down and kicking his back legs up. James didn’t have a chance to grab anything, as it was too fast and he hadn’t been expecting it. He kicked free from the stirrups and felt his body being tossed sideways as Diaz reached the peak of his buck. Immediately after leaving the saddle, James twisted in midair and hit the ground rolling. It may have been instinctive by now, but it didn’t help that it knocked the air from his body and left him gasping for breath as he rolled over onto his back and struggled to sit up. Thankfully he hadn’t hit his head, as he wasn’t wearing a helmet and rarely wore one at all.
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Post by Ziva David on Aug 11, 2009 10:34:22 GMT -6
  Alex followed command, but when she asked for the canter, off he went.
Alex didn't like the idea that Ziva had in mind. Alex reared then bucked, he bolted and clearly was trying to get Ziva off. Ziva held on for a good minute, but when Alex bucked and bolted, she couldn't hold on any longer, so she just fell the the ground, the ground was a lot harder then she thought is was. Alex ran around to the other side of the ring. "ughhhhh" Ziva groand, as she started getting up, just as she was about to get up, James fell off of his horse. "James! Are you ok? I guess the two of us just like to lie low." Ziva said with a little chuckel. Ziva got up and was able to get the reins of Alex, she wanted to try to get James' horse Diaz, but she didn't want to upset Diaz, or James. Ziva walked over to James, she just looked down at him. "I can attempt to get Diaz for you James, if you want me to." Ziva offered as she tied Alex up the the side of the ring.
Ziva brushed herself off, the dirt was in her hair, on her pants, the dirt was every where. She also fixed the tack, tightend the girth, and made sure Alex as alright, everything looked alright with Alex, so then Ziva made her way back over to James offering her hand to help him up. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Word:250 Muse:It Left ME! Notes:Wow talk about no muse, I'm sorry for such a short post. I hope this is good enough for you. |
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Post by James Rowan on Aug 11, 2009 12:52:50 GMT -6
James couldn’t help it, it was too funny. He laughed. Granted, it was hard to laugh when he was still struggling to breathe, but he made due and just laughed at her comment. He didn’t get upset easily, so it was quite easy to laugh everything off... plus, he liked laughing. From the corner, Diaz watched his owner for a few moments before slowly picking his way back over.
“I’m fine... um... what did you say your name was?” He stated after he’d quit laughing. As far as he remembered, she hadn’t said her name... of maybe she had and he hadn’t heard... “Don’t bother with getting Diaz, he’s coming... see. He’s not really a people horse...” Jamie pointed from where he was still on the ground. True to his words, Diaz was ambling over. “He’s a quirky horse... if he’s not ridden in a while, the first ride that’s put back on him, well, he has to ‘get his bucks out’, if you know what I mean.”
James was a talkative, friendly person. He drew people in without meaning to and made friends easily. “Thanks,” He added as he grasped her hand and pulled himself up. He glanced at his clothes and grimaced before wiping himself off and grabbing one of Diaz’s reins, as the horse had made it up to him and had his nose over Jamie’s shoulder. “You pest. You hurt my shoulder...” Jamie said, though his tone was affectionate. T’was true, he’d landed halfway on his shoulder when he’d rolled and could already feel the soreness settling in. He then rattled off a string of Spanish that caused the horses ears to flick back, then prick up again before turning back to Ziva. “What about you... you’re ok, right?” He questioned, glancing from her to her horse she’d tied. [/size] Muse is good. |
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Post by Ziva David on Aug 12, 2009 8:45:46 GMT -6
 SO WHAT I'M STILL ,,a * r o c k s t a r !"I'm fine, it's not my first, and it won't be my last on Alex here." Ziva said as she watched him get up, and watched Diaz act as if he's done nothing wrong. "So can we try that agian, this time not meeting on the ground, I'm Ziva" Ziva said extending her hand, most guys don't like when Ziva makes the first move, but they live with it.
The sky got a little darker, the heat got a little cooler, Ziva knew that it wasn't going to be a good training session, 'maybe we should head inside' Ziva thought, but she didn't want to suggest it, it was still nice outside, it's just that the coulds came, and she knew that Alex would like that. "I compleatly understand about the car rides, we just came here, so Alex is a little excited about the new places, if you can say that, and it doesn't help that I rescued him, but he's an alright horse. Diaz isn't a bad horse either, what breed is he?" Ziva explained, see Ziva with new people isn't really a talker, so to be talking this much surprised herself, she worried that James, might think that she is a chatty kathy, but she isn't and she really hopes he doesn't think that. "James, I don't usually talk this much, I'm sorry, you can tell me to shutup." Ziva said, she wanted to add 'but there's something about you.', but she didn't want to creep him out. He brought an ease to her, his presence, made her forget about the world, and just wanted to ride.
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Post by James Rowan on Aug 12, 2009 14:43:13 GMT -6
James grinned as he listened to Ziva talk. He waited until she fell silent before speaking as he reached for her outstretched hand to shake. “And I’m James... or Jamie. Occasionally I’ve been called ‘Shorty’ and ‘Lil Bit’ as well, though...” A slight scowl crossed his face as he mentioned the last nickname.
He rested a hand on Diaz’s neck for a moment before looping the reins over his arm and rolling his shoulder, taking note of how it just appeared to be a pulled muscle. Good, he didn’t need to get too injured. “Rescued horses usually make the best once you work through their quirks. Diaz could be called a ‘rescue’, in a sense. He’s a Thoroughbred... an ex-racer. He raced and is registered under the name ‘Illusionist’... He had an accident with a hot-walker and an electric fence when he was three and was retired from racing. My family bought him and with our vet, we got him back to this. At the time we bought him, the racing stables on-hand vet thought he’d never be ridable again and would lead a worthless life. He’d probably be dog food if we hadn’t got him... or a crippled pasture nag somewhere, seeing as how he’d managed to severe the muscles and ligaments down to the bone. If you look close enough, you can see the scars on his right hind.” He paused for a breath and continued. Jamie was a talker, that much was extremely obvious... and apparently, when it was his horse he was talking about, he was even more-so. “After his injuries healed and we were given the all clear by the vet to train him, he was sent to my uncle to train English... he’s also been trick trained and we spent a year and a half in Mexico with my grandparents riding on and training Diaz to be a working horse... until my grandpa died.” He shrugged as if you add silently ‘and now I’m here’.
Jamie waved off her comment about how she wasn’t usually much of a talker. “Don’t worry ‘bout talking too much,” He said easily, “Have you been listening to me... I’m much worse than you... but seriously, people tend to talk to me... At least, the ones who decide to befriend me do. I don’t mind.”
He didn’t notice the sky darkening or the temperature lowering, or if he did, he paid it no mind. He and Diaz had ridden in many different types of weather in Mexico. It no longer bothered either of them. “Tell me about Alex?” He questioned to Ziva, wanting to know more about her horse. “So, you said that you just moved here... I’m glad I’m not the only newcomer, at least.”
As he spoke, he went to Diaz’s side and checked the cinch of the saddle, tightening up a few inches. Muse is good...
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Post by Ziva David on Aug 15, 2009 6:28:51 GMT -6
 SO WHAT I'M STILL ,,a * r o c k s t a r !"Yes, I've been listening, I like the way you talk, it has a elequent way to it." Ziva said as she watched James, and Diaz, 'what are the odds that both horses in the ring right now were ex-racehorses?' Ziva thought. "Alex, well he's a mystery. I bought him last year at the age of two, he was in the slaughter truck, going to be made into dog food, or what ever. I saw him, and he was perfect, with some help, and some trusting, he'll be good as new. I knew that he was an ex-racehorse, an home ingury that happend back at the racetrack, or at the old owner's barn, wa preatty bad, that it ended his racing days. His owner abused him, and when I bought Alex, I knew that I was in for a ride. No pun intended. He had hugr rain rot, when I first got him, so he was at the vet's a lot just trying to make him look like a horse, before I could even start training him. After his coat was back to new, the training commensed, and now you see him." Ziva said, it was hard for her to even think that there is people in the world that would do that to such a beautiful horse, it's just sad.
The sky's darkness faded away, as if it wanted to rain, but wasn't able to rain, so it was going to be a great ride, without the threat if it raining. Ziva mounted Alex, and looked at James and Diaz as she asked for a walk. "Well James, do you want to continue the ride?" Ziva asked as she walked Alex over to Diaz, this day was getting better and better, well except for the falling off of Alex.
"Oh Ya, I'm new here, just moved, trying to find a place for me and my little girl, and so far this might be the place." Ziva added as she just thought about Kate, and John, and life, and it just not working in her life a couple years ago.
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