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Post by Tyler Wylde on Aug 25, 2012 16:59:33 GMT -8
 James Knight
[/size][/s] .A horse is only as strong as its Rider.[/size][/i] I could live without money
I could live without the vain. [/i][/color] Early morning birds, chirped through out the grounds. James had gotten himself up for nine o'clock exactly. Wearing his black Jodhpurs, his riding boots and a white t-shirt that was just the right size, not to tight, yet still not to baggy. His helmet under his arm as he entered the stables. James hadn't ever used a whip on his horses, he didn't believe in them. Grasping the green halter, along with the lead. Steering his 17.1 hand high, Hanoverian stallion out into the main hall, connecting him to the cross ties.
Grooming the brute down quickly and then grasping the white saddle pad and the softer one the fits right under the saddle, taking the saddles shape as well. Grasping the close contact english saddle he placed it onto the stallion and started to fasten it. Once James had it good and tight, although still snug enough to be comfortable he then grasped the english bridle and got it situated onto the stallions large skull. Rubbing the stallions forehead James then put the reins over Primos head and grasped the reins under the stallions neck.
At the arena James put on his helmet and looked at the jumps, they were perfect for a warm up course. Walking Primo on the rail a few times around before picking the pace up to a trot, checking back on both sides, asking Primo to collect himself and arch his neck, which Primo did willingly. As they came to the first jump that was only two feet was hardly anything for the large stallion, a snort of enjoyment being released. Leaning down to pat the stallions shoulder and praise him "Good boy Primo, Good boy" With that he collected his reins again and headed for the next jump. All of them either two or three feet. Reaching the second jump, Squeezing his heels and clicking his tongue, reaching up and leaning in slightly to the small jump as Primo pulled his front legs up and underneath him, his hind legs following the actions, clearing the jump well.
And If every day was sunny
I could live without the Rain [/i][/size] .........................................[/size][/color] ~Words: To Lazy To Look :3~
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Post by abbynieman on Aug 25, 2012 20:42:11 GMT -8
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Thud. Some of the crap from the bottom of her bed speared the ground when Abby woke up. Glancing at her phone, the brunette's eyes widened. "9:15! STAFF POSITIONS " Abby asked herself in confusion. She tossed her body out of the full sized bed, and pulled her jeans on. The Victoria's Secret tank was enough to get to the barn. Abby pulled on her boots, not bothering to take her spurs off, and snagged her hat from the dresser top. In a rush, the female raced through the hallways, full of people who had probably woken up by now. Abby tended to be an early riser, but she had been up long last night, studying. Finally at her old clunker of a truck, Abby turned it into gear, and pulled out. Winding roads snaked through the countryside, dodging ruts and thickets. Those poor guys, probably starving. She sighed, and turned into the driveway. The five minutes might as well have been five freakin' hours. Abby parked her ford, and locked it up. "No one needs to steal any of my shit." She whispered, and adjusted her hat. Abby jogged towards the boarders barn, her studded belt gleaming. The brunette looked down the barn, and saw Cider and Ace's heads poked out, the occasional small nipping war being shared. No bales in front of them. Abby groaned, and climbed the ladder into the loft. She heaved a bale of Alfalfa, and another of Grass hay, down into the aisle. "Watch out!" She shouted. Grabbing two bags of grain, Abby looked down and dropped them. "More!" The brunette added. Climbing back down the ladder, she stroked the nearest horse. Abby grabbed her two bags of grain, and balanced them over either shoulder before making two more trips for her hay. "Sorry guys, my alarms broken." Okay, she lied. Abby didn't have an alarm clock. A little white lie wouldn't hurt em'. Tossing a flake of each type into the paint's hay rack, she grabbed her pocket knife to open a grain bag. Abby took the grain tubs from either stall, and filled them with a coffee can of grain. "Good enough." She said when Ace's scoop was a little off. Abby tossed it back in the bag, and sat on the ground next to Cider's stall. He tossed his head over, and nuzzled her grey-and-white hat. "Silly boy." Abby laughed, fixing her hat. Cider went back to eating, and she grinned. Wandering the rings, Abby noticed a horse being jumped in the indoor arena. Although it wasn't her best discipline, she really wanted to learn it. Abby walked towards the arena, and looked over the fence. A cute boy rode a beautiful horse over the jumps. She grinned, and walked nearest the jump he was at. "H0wdy." Abby waved, and tipped her hat. |
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Post by Tyler Wylde on Aug 26, 2012 6:18:20 GMT -8
James Knight
[/size][/s] .A horse is only as strong as its Rider.[/size][/i] I could live without money
I could live without the vain. [/i][/color] Easing Primo into a smooth canter, the stallion had a large gait. Being 17.1 hands high. Let a nicker out to the pectator, Primo gave a little buck, just to show off. James smiled and waved over to the woman. As they went around the arena, setting up for another three foot jump, collecting the reins and getting a good seat. Once close enough James squeezed lightly with his heels and clucked his tongue, Primo without hesitation lifted his front legs up and underneath him, the hind continued to follow the actions. As they cleared the small jump he gave Primo a pat on the shoulder and slowed him to a walk. heading toward the rail. Sitting deep he asked primo to woah under his breath and sure enough his stubborn equine listened but with a struggle to stop himself next to the rail "Hello miss, sorry I didn't say hello back there, I didn't want to get primo distracted and end up fumbling a rail James' deep husky tone sort of echoed through the empty arena and he slowly dismounted, pulling the reins over primos head and then dropped them, ground tying him. Again Primo knew western but excelled at english events so if James ever rode western it was just for a change and only to just ride.
Moving to the jumps, putting them all up to four feet and the last one to Prmo's limit, five feet. Patting his Jodhpurs he then made that of a kissing sound and Primo's head shot upward and he spun on the heel, trotting with his head high toward James, making sure to not trip on the reins. Grasping the leather reins he put them back over the stallion's head and he mounted again, turning to the girl before starting the course "Do you jumpSTAFF POSITIONS and with that he was off at a very lively trot, putting his outside leg back to the stallions flank and making the same kissing noise. Primo jumped up into a canter. Approaching the first jump James had to give the brute a lot of leg to encourage him to go for the jump. Squeezing slightly tighter and clucking his tongue again primo lunged up and over the first jump, James leaning into him.
And If every day was sunny
I could live without the Rain [/i][/size] .........................................[/size][/color] ~Words: To Lazy To Look :3~
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Post by abbynieman on Aug 26, 2012 9:02:00 GMT -8
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Abby looked up from her boots, and smiled. "No problem." She laughed. Resting her head on the fence, she watched the duo ride. Abby stood in awe at the fun he must have been having such a great time. "I bet that's a lot of fun!" She said across the ring. Whether or not he heard her, Abby didn't know. But she didn't care. The brunette watched him for longer, before he asked if she jumped. "No, I do cutting, reining, trail, and some barrel racing. But I really want to learn how." Abby shuffled her boots, and grinned.
OOC :: Sorry, my muse poofed.
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Post by Tyler Wylde on Aug 26, 2012 15:19:54 GMT -8
James Knight
[/size][/s] .A horse is only as strong as its Rider.[/size][/i] I could live without money
I could live without the vain. [/i][/color] Listening to the girls words as he rode, primo's ear twitched in her direction, as if ease dropping on the conversation. As the pair eased the next few jumps they started for the five foot one. Encouraging Primo forward, James tapped the stallions flanks and when just at the right distance James squeezed and clucked his tongue. Primo was able to clear the jump and landed in the dirt with a thud, bucking lightly in enjoyment. Halting at the rail again James smirked and dismounted "Well if you so badly want to try come on in" James took off his helmet and handed it to her, ground tying Primo as he went to get the halter and lunge line. When he came back he took the bridle off and put on the halter, connecting the lunge line then he put the reins back on. James grinned and put the jumps down so they were just ground poles and then the last jump he put at a foot. Looking to the girl he patted the saddle "I'm James ... uh Climb on With that James stepped out and Primo waited patiently, his eyes on the girl, knowing that she was going to be mounting him because she had the helmet.
And If every day was sunny
I could live without the Rain [/i][/size] .........................................[/size][/color] ~Words: To Lazy To Look :3~
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Post by abbynieman on Aug 26, 2012 15:51:44 GMT -8
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Abby looked at the ground poles and jump. "Uh, OK! I'm Abby, just so you know. And you so get to ride whatever discipline you want from my guys." She laughed, and snapped the helmet on her head. Abby put her foot in the stirrup, using the first rail on the ring. "Are you sure your going to let me STAFF POSITIONS I can't guarantee we won't need to sign a contract." She smiled, and swung her other foot into the stirrup. Abby took her reins in her hand, and adjusted herself into a comfortable spot in the saddle. She was probably- and almost definitely off in her posture. The english saddle felt strange compared to her western saddle, and her smile slipped a little. Abby didn't like looking like a dork, or a dumb fuck for the manner. But she probably did right now. " I think I'll take him around the arena a couple of times, get used to him, and he can get used to me." Abby clucked to the large horse, and he moved with ease. Falling into a rhythm, she stroked his black neck. "Jo- Trot." Abby said after a lap. She clucked to him twice, and slightly squeezed. Abby fell into a rhythm again, and began to post. Just one thing she learned when her mom tried to put her english riding. |
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Post by Tyler Wylde on Aug 27, 2012 9:25:44 GMT -8
James Knight
[/size][/s] .A horse is only as strong as its Rider.[/size][/i] I could live without money
I could live without the vain. [/i][/color] Grinning as she seemed to be so thrilled, James let loose a laugh when she mentioned that he could ride any discipline on one of her horses. Then before he could speak she mentioned something about making sure he would let her. Laughing again James opened his mouth to speak "Haha Don't worry you can ride him and Its nice to meet you Abby With that he then began to watch her situate herself, noticing her posture to that of a western saddle. As Abby explained what she was going to do James smirked and nodded his head, following her, the lunge line attatched to the halter that was underneath the bridle, just incase Primo tried to somehow swerve away from a jump. As he listened and watched, she almost said jog. James laughed and hollered out to her "If you want you can say jog, he knows western he just doesn't excel at it" With that James then noticed as Primo started to slow alittle, grasping the lunge whip he then flicked it slightly behind Primo's heels and he quickly picked up his heels again and arched his neck up. Primo was enjoying himself although this rider was alot lighter than James. James only weighed a hundred and twenty five pounds but still, this girl had to be at the least one ten. Primo flicked his tail and snorted loudly, relaxing himself.
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Post by abbynieman on Aug 27, 2012 12:13:30 GMT -8
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Abby stroked the stallions mane, and then picked her reins up in two hands again. "So, what discipline STAFF POSITIONS " She said across the ring with a laugh. Abby squeezed the horse, and smooched at him. He moved into a nice canter, and the brunette smiled. Once Abby finished two more laps, varying in speed, she rode the black horse towards James. "What's his name STAFF POSITIONS " Abby asked, stroking the stallion. "I wish I had one like him. But, I'll be getting a project horse soon, maybe a stallion!" She grinned. "Does he do stud services STAFF POSITIONS " Abby asked. She had no reason to ask, but the handsome stallion might be wanted for someone else who wants to breed. () () C :: lifeless post, sorry |
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Post by Tyler Wylde on Sept 29, 2012 5:13:44 GMT -8
James Knight
[/size][/s] .A horse is only as strong as its Rider.[/size][/i] I could live without money
I could live without the vain. [/i][/color] Watching Abby make her way around the arena, his eyes constantly watching Primo's movements, all seeming to match her commands and her posture fit with him well. Listening to her across the arena, James chuckled and parted his lips to speak "Cross country and Show jumping" As she pulled Primo in toward him, james took a step back, giving the brute space. At the mention of a project horse, James wanted to cringe. Clearing his throat he nodded and glanced over his shoulder "I have a project horse .. right off the track" At the thought of the animal James wanted to go and bring him out but that would have been a horrible Idea.
As James shuddered off the thought of Venom, he then heard her finale question. James grinned and gave Primo a pat on the neck "Nah, I didn't think anyone would really think of Primo that way. Although if anyone wanted to breed with him I could make an exception but still thats highly unlikely to happen Chuckling lightly james then stroked the stallions cheek, Primo giving a soft sigh of contentment.
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