One Jump at a Time [Koa]

[wildz]

SOMEDAY I'LL BE LIVING IN A BIG OLD CITY
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
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IC:

Cara whistled happy as she walked into the main barn where Nimo was located. She had her white breeches and a white and blue polo on with her tall black riding boots. As she neared Nimo's stall she rubbed his nose and continued walking to her tack box. She opened the lock and got a sugar cube. She walked over to her horse and gave him the treat.

Cara opened the stall and slipped his halter over his ears and led him into the cross ties near her box. She pulled out her brushes and cleaned him off until he gleamed. She grabbed his saddle pad and half pad and get it on his back. She then grabbed his saddle, running martingale, and girth. She fitted the saddle on Nimo's back then put the martingale over his head. Doing the girth up on one side, she went to the other and slid the girth through his martingale then did up as tight as she could. She went back to her box and grabbed his jumper bridle. She slid it over his head and did up all the straps.

Cara pulled him out of the ties and led him to the outdoor ring. She pulled the stirrups down and put the reins over his head. Quickly Cara mounted off the ground and let him walk around on a loose rein.

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OOC:
Hope this is okay!

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Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
AND ALL YOU'RE EVER GONNA BE IS MEAN
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Other Notes
Words: 229 IC text
Place: HA Outdoor Arena
Song: Mean by Taylor Swift
Credits: Wildz (me) made this tabel

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Jaymison-Nathaniel Henery Lockhert
THREADING WITH: CARA SOMMERS

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Favorite Female Eye Color: Blue // Favorite Cereal: Cheerios//
An irritation: Girls who refuse to listen to reason.

Calculating• Restrained •Cold-Hearted• Arrogant


Uncompleted:
I stepped on a rose
And I left it alone.
But it's

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drooped on the ground.
-For No One

WITHgirlINarena...

The barn was relatively quiet as Henery Lockhert entered it at a bored and leisurely pace. His eyes prowled over all the other stalls checking out the many horses stabled inside them. He only saw one groom and a rider who seemed intensely occupied in tacking up her horse. Reaching the stall of his own horse, a grey Oldenburg stallion, he let out a heavy sigh as he witnessed the horse’s messy coat. It was not usually Henery’s job to groom his own horses, as there was genuinely someone around he could pay to complete the task. Today he decided to just accept the unfortunate deed and get it over with. Locating his grooming box he set to work, watching the dirt fly from the animal’s dark pale coat. With a cough he waved the air clear with his hand and continued. Before long he was slapping on a saddle with little care and cinching it tight. When he entered into the arena he stopped to tighten the girth again as he had learned his new horse had a nasty habit of blowing up. Feeling that the saddle was finally secure he swung himself up into the saddle of the not quite seventeen hand horse.

The rider he had glimpsed from earlier, who he now realized was a blonde female, was making her way around the arena. He waited a few moment, pretending to adjust his stirrups, until she started to pass him. With a gentle squeeze he urged Arrowdeown into the arena, coming to fall in step beside her. “Hallo there.”

[/b] Henery greeted the girl with his thick British accent and a generous smile. His short sleeved button up shirt was partially undone to provide some relief against the summer sun. Matched with the top were tan breeches and tall black riding boots, and of course a shinny black helmet which was doing serious damage to his usually perfect hair. “Henery Lockhert. I’m from Fidens.” [/b]The boy introduced himself, offering a gloved hand to the rider of the horse beside him. [/sup][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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Written For:

Wildz <3

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Notes: Sorry my reply took so long! Love your template, btw!
Word Count: 346 w/out code
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[wildz]

SOMEDAY I'LL BE LIVING IN A BIG OLD CITY
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
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Cara worked Nimo at a long extended hunter undersaddle trot to start out and warm up. The gelding stretched his head down, his muzzle almost grazing the sand of the arena. Cara turned him around and did that the other way for a few laps before picking his head up and getting him on the bit. The horse rolled his neck up nicely, his nose almost touching a chest. Cara didn't even have to ask with much aid.

Deciding to take a small walk before continuing and working at a canter . As she walked around another rider, a guy came into the ring with a gray stallion. He stood there fixing his stirrups until Cara walked by him. His horse fell into step with Nimo and the rider greeted Cara. "Hello," she replied back with a smile and a nod of her head. He said his name and team and Cara decided she should do the same. "Cara Sommers from Team Cohaero. This is Nimo," she smiled scratching her horse in the wither with a gloved finger.

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Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
AND ALL YOU'RE EVER GONNA BE IS MEAN
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Other Notes
Words: 177 (nice and short haha)
Place: HA Outdoor Arena
Song: Mean by Taylor Swift
Credits: Wildz (me) made this table