by barbwirebrat » Tue Dec 17, 2013 11:48 am
This buds a must omg <3
Show Name: Take a Chance
Stable Name: Chance
Gender: Mare
Age: 12
Height: 15.2 hh
Color: Chestnut w/ right hind sock
Breed: Clydesdale Thoroughbred Cross
Discipline: Cross Country
Words:
Not too Bad
I swiftly grabbed a halter and a leadrope. I had been told I was riding a surprise horse today in my Cross Country lesson. I shuffled into the barn. A note was stuck on my horse's (Forest of Secrets, my RSS horse) stall door. I peeled it off the wood carefully and glared at it, reading it.
Dear (My Name),
Your Surprise Horse's stall is at the very end of the barn, on the left. You'll know you're riding her if she has a yellow sticky note on her stall door.
From,
(I guess Thunder because the note is from the barn owner, lol)
I pressed the note back onto Forest's stall door. I rubbed his velvety nose when he had walked up to me and prodded my shoulder. I smiled as he dipped his head over his stall door and sniffed me for treats. "No Tidbits today, boy. I'll be riding a special horse today, so I'll ride you after the lesson in my jumping class if I'm aloud." I was a proud horse owner, of two male horses, and I loved them to bits. Boomer and Forest. I walked slowly down the hall, eyeing each horse as I passed, admiring their coat colours and their beauty. I finally stopped at a stall with a yellow sticky note on it. I looked up, clutching the halter and lead rope in my fists. I gasped and dropped my supplies on the floor. This horse wasn't too big, but was taller than my horses! Her chestnut head peeked out from her stall. I didn't know whether I should pet her or back away and ask for a different horse. I gained my confidence and stepped forward, stroking the horses nose. I looked down at her stall nametag. It read 'Chance' and below her name it said her show name in a smaller font, 'Take a Chance'. I smirked. She was a beauty. I slid open the stall door and placed her halter over her head, and clipped the lead rope to a metal ring at the bottom of the halter. I lead her to the cross-ties and took off her lead rope, having to reach up to a small hook to place the lead rope on. I attached the cross-ties to her halter and groomed her down as quick as I could. I grabbed her Cross Country tack and placed her saddlepad and saddle on first. I buckled up the girth loosely, as I would tighten it when we got into the field. I took off the cross-ties, un-clipping them from her halter and letting them drop, and I took her Snaffle-bitted Bridle. I tossed the reins over her head and took off her halter. I gently pushed the bit into her mouth, and pulled the ear band over her ears. I buckled up the chin strap and the nose band parts underneath, and then lead her out into the field. I had heard she was a pro cross country horse, so I was glad...
As soon as we got into the field, I tightened her girth, and then I had to stand on a smaller chair to climb up. I placed my front part of my toe into the stirrup and had to literally PULL myself up onto her back. I placed my other foot in the stirrup, pushed my heels down and gripped the reins. I urged her forward by squeezing my heels to her sides, applying enough pressure to disrupt her daze and push her into a walk. She strode along. My instructor pointed out the course I was doing, and I turned her around. I halted her, took a deep breath, and urged her to a canter. Chance took her canter beautifully. Her pace was a swift, gentle stride and a simple flow to catch on with the sliding in my saddle. As she approached the first jump, she sped up and I leaned forward, knuckles together lifting myself a bit from my saddle into a two-point. She soared over the jump in a magnificent leap, and I released quickly as her front hooves hit the ground. We ran the course clearly, with no faults. I slowed her down to a sitting trot, and I patted her neck in pride. Her short hairs on her body were coated in small beats of sweat, in exhaustion. "You're such a good girl, I think you'll be a great horse to ride in the future!" I rewarded Chance with another pat.
Just after I said that, Chance took a quick halt and dipped her head, dumping me over her neck and onto the ground. I grumbled in anger and looked up. Her eyes were full of mischief, and the gleamed in a way of telling me...
...'Are you sure?'...
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she/they | adult
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