[MustangKnight]

 Owner       >>> intristin
 Name                >>> Marsh Swamp
 Gender         >>> Female
 Adoption Price         >>> 4 Uncommons
 Training         >>> [Fully Trained][+3]
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  . wilder then most
  . free spirited
  . stuborn

  Nickname Marsh

 Offspring;
 X Sired by Zane

 [Discipline >>>>> ]
 [Shows Entered > R: W: E:]
 [Shows Won >>>> R: W: E:]

 [Ej > ] [Ep > ]
 [Eh > ] [Ws > ]
 [Wp > ] [Wt > ]
 [Rf > ] [Rs > ]

[intristin]

Yayyy thank you! Can't believe I really have her! cx

First Touch

When you feel the warm fur beneath your hand, you think of the spirit beneath it.

I fixed my backpack, hiking it farther up on my shoulder. I wish I had Brielle to walk home with. Brielle had to stay at school for band practice, so I'd headed home. I tried to enjoy the nice scenery around me, but I was so used to it that it wasn't really amazing anymore.
I heard a loud ri-i-i-p! as my backpack split open and my books fell out. I bent down and scooped them up. "Great, this is really handy," I muttered darkly to myself. Suddenly, I felt warm breath on my neck. I looked up, squinting in the sun. At first all I saw was the green forest-y colors. Then I noticed a snout. It snorted warm air on my face as I slowly stood up.
The creature--a Neravontii, I realised--wheeled away and shot off. I caught a quick glimpse of her markings; white stripes on her face, lighter dusting on her flanks and back. "I guess that's that," I said, disappointed that she had run off. "Come on out girl," I called hopefully. "I won't hurt you, I promise." She curved her neck around the large oak she was hiding--er, standing(Glare from Marshy)--behind. She slowly stepped out from behind it.
Abandoning my books and bag, I slowly walked over to her, speaking nonsense quietly. She tilted her head. I stopped a few feet away from her and urged her to come closer. She stood her ground with a look in her eye that said "I'm not moving." Slowly, I took a few steps closer to her and reached out my hand.
To my suprise and pleasure, she shuffled forward a moment. I tried to keep from staring at her feet--hands--paws--whatever they were called. She stood still, her forehead only a few inches from my hand. Gently, I moved it forward and onto her head. Her muscles tensed, ready to shy and run off. But she let my hand stay there, and I took another step and rested my other hand on her neck. "See, girl? That wasn't so hard." I observed her coloring and marks. "I think I'll call you Marsh Swamp, girl. Marsh for short." She gave me a look, then swung her long tail and touched my shoulder with it gently. I smiled. Well. For once I'm glad I had so much homework.

[intristin]

First Saddle

The moment when you put the saddle on their back, you know the next step is to ride.

I walk out carrying the saddle to see Marshy "bucking" in a neravontii way. I set it down on the rail and walk over to her, speaking gently. "Hey, what's wrong, Marsh?" She swung her tail to gesture at the tack I'd set down. Oh boy. She's smarter than I thought. "That isn't going to hurt you," I say smiling. "It means good things, trust me. Come on, let's check it out together, okay?" I walk over to it and she hesitantly follows, ready to run off the second I touch it.
Determined to put it on her, I pick it up. She throws her head up and spins away, running a couple yards away. I stay put and she swings her head towards me, pausing. Confused that I'm not chasing her, she tilts her head a little and walks forward a few steps. Not trying to hide the saddle, I step the same amount closer to her. She shuffles another few steps forward, and I take a step to the side so I'm facing her flank. I reach out my hand and touch her shoulder reassuringly. "It's okay, girl," I say. "Nobody's going to hurt you." The fur underneath quivers at my touch but she stays put. Gently, I lift the saddle over her back and set it down gently.
I see her muscles bunch and quiver as she braces herself to buck the loose saddle off. I murmur encouragement, but she keeps the muscles tensed.
After a few minutes, I take the girth and buckle it on, then put on the breast collar. Her muscles slide and bunch as she tries to figure out what to do.
I stand there, waiting for her reaction. Finally, the muscles relax and she stands calmly. She turns her head to give me a friendly look--or it seems, anyway--before bolting off to run and play. "Don't break that saddle!" I yell after her, but can't help smiling as the silly girl bucks in her usual spirit. Next step: getting on.

[intristin]

First Ride

It was a few weeks since I'd put the saddle on Marsh. She was in great shape, running and prancing around the arena, hopping every few steps. I came in with the saddle and she came over, standing quietly while I fastened it on. "Good girl," I praised her. I put both my hands on the saddle seat and pressed down to give her a feel of weight. She didn't flinch, and I raised my foot to the stirrup. Immediately she swung away and trotted off a few steps. "Easy," I said calmly. "It's alright." I walked back over to her slowly, then put a hand on her neck before putting my foot in the stirrup again. Her tail twitched, but she stayed put. I put more weight into my foot, then, as quick as I could, I swung into the saddle.
She bucked underneath me at the sudden change of circumstances. She reared up on her hind legs, went back on all fours, ducked her head in, and whipped her tail and legs up over. I almost thought she was going to do a somersault, but she stayed on her feet and began to sprint around the arena. I kept on her, grabbing the reins as tight as I could. I wondered if she was ever going to stop. How much longer could I hold on? The wind whipped me in the face and made my hands cold and hard. I gripped with my knees to keep myself planted in the saddle. At last, she slowed to a stop and stood. After a moments' pause, I pulled the left rein gently. As if she'd been behaving the entire time, she turned smoothly to the left. I tapped my heels against her sides, and she broke into a gentle, swaying jog. I grinned and laughed out loud. I was riding a Neravontii! I slowed her to a stop and leaned forward, hugging her neck. We were going to go places. I could feel it.

[intristin]

Additional work:
http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=30&t=2123976

[intristin]

BTW, when does Marshy get her tack and everything?

[MustangKnight]

oh yeah! sorry!! I totally forgot, just tell me what color you want everything.

[intristin]

Black, please!

[MustangKnight]

Black everything?

[intristin]

Yes, please. :3