Post by Tyler Wylde on Feb 18, 2013 13:55:31 GMT -8
Tyler~Francis~Wylde
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[/b][/size][/center][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]The cool morning air, braught Ty a sense of hope. Sliding on his dark, baggy jeans and his steel toed, beige dakota work boots he then slipped on a black and gray plaid shirt and headed out into the open. The journey to the stables wasn't that much of a hassle. Upon entering the stables he got a few nickers and grunts but a shrill cry at the end of the hall made Ty only chuckle and shake his head. The carefully Sculpted face of the Anglo Arabian Stallion was nudging the bars on his window, that were closed. Tyler's wild black locks and cold, gray eyes faced the cream colored palomino stallion, the gold plate that was attached to the Black leather halter had Cha-Ching, carved into it. On the stall, however the small wooden plate had "cash" written on it. Ty smiled and opened the window to the stall and Cashes head came flying outward to nudge the mans shoulder. With a smile Ty stroked the stallions forehead before grasping the thick black lead rope and clipping it to his halter, leading him out into the main hall.
After grooming, Ty tacked the stallion with a simple western bridle and then grasped his cowboy hat, the one his uncle had given him afew weeks before he was set to leave the ranch, the black leather felt so familiar in his hand that he didnt even need to think twice before putting it on and taking Cash at the reins, leading him out to the road he then mounted bareback and began to take off at an easy jog down the street, the reins in one hand. Ty had done western eventing before he started jumping, so western was a home to him. As they continues down the road, Ty veered off down one of the older, hardly used roads. Usually joggers or bikers would use it but not usually would you find a car. As they progressed, Ty flicked the reins ever so slightly and raised his right leg to the stallions flank and made a low kiss sound and with anxiousness, Cash threw his head and got into a canter, the stallions long cream mane and tail bounced in his movements.