.:Soaring Hearts Stables|Horse and Rider Rp|Accepting:.

[L a w l o r f f]

Kourtney brought Chance over a few higher jumps, about 4'3 to 4'6. She patted his neck, turning him towards a slightly higher jump, 4'8.

[bonjour.]

Nathan tossed his thick, black wool saddle pad over Bud's back. He then picked up the heavy roping saddle, throwing it up onto the sturdy red dun's back, the cinch and stirrup slapping his side, though no reaction came from the gelding. Bringing the cinch under his girth, the man tightened it, before tieing it in a simple Western knot. Moving to the flank cinch, he also tightened that one, setting the holes in the bilets and the loose piece of metal up at the top. He grabbed the bridle next, undoing the bottom of the rope halter and letting it fall to the ground. Bud accepted the loose jointed snaffle bit right away, standing still as the throat latch was tightened. The two walked from the barn and out to the other indoor arena, where Nate mounted, at home in his Western saddle.

[L a w l o r f f]

"Miss your Western saddle?" Kourtney called with a smile as she cooled Chance down, walking him around the arena. The black stallion was soaked with sweat, and his nostrils flared as he breathed hard.

[bonjour.]

Nate smiled, looking towards the other arena. "For sure." he replied with a grin, using the spurs to push Bud into a swaying jog, the gelding's shoulders moving effortessly, his muscular haunches moving him forward. The man held his reins in one hand, the other against his thigh. You could easily tell he was a Western rider.

[L a w l o r f f]

Kourtney smirked. "You're hotter in a Western saddle anyway." She said, dismounting Chance and leading him into the barn, quickly untacking him before going back to sit on the rail of the other outdoor arena, the one Nate was in.

[BlueTheBrave]

Bandit galloped as fast as she could towards the lake, once the lake came into sight she got ready to jump. She waited till she got close enough and leapt into the lake, she created a bug splash when she landed in the water getting her and Delilah soaked.

[bonjour.]

Nate grinned, halting Bud by the fence Kourtney was sitting on. "Please, I'm hot in anythin' I sit on." he teased, dropping his reins on the saddle horn and placing his hands on his hips teasingly. "Right?" he asked, pushing the brim of his hat up so his eyes were no longer shaded.

[L a w l o r f f]

"Wrong." Kourtney retorted playfully. "I think you're super hot in anything you sit on. Besides, me plus you only equals more hotness." Kourtney grinned. "Nate you're 27, right?" Kourtney asked, obviously counting something. "That means your....four years older than me." Kourtney said after a moment.

[bonjour.]

Nate grinned. "Oh yes. We are super hot." he teased, before his smile faded slightly, nodding as she asked him if he was swenty seven. "Yes, you're four years younger than me...." he said, tilting his head slightly. "Why?" he asked.

[simply,]

Arctic shied to the side as a girl appeared out thin air, throwing his head up. In the nature of a race horse he was spooky and high strung, the littlest thing could set him off because his owners had never bothered to expose him to it. He was kept up in the stable or on the track, even the cameras fazed him because his owners had basically hired him body guards to keep reporters from snapping shots off him. The only flashes he was used to where the ones in the winners circle and the ones of him crossing the finish line. His mind went back to the winers circle, a blanket of roses hanging over his withers, and his jockeys pats falling on his sweat mark neck. Cameras were flashing and everybody had been so loud, even the cotton balls his handlers had stuffed down his ears to keep the noise from reaching his ear had not helped and the people around him where frantic with excitement. The steel grey colt suddenly reared up, his tongue tie tight around his lower jaw and the bit harsh in his mouth as his jockey took up another wrap in the reins. The vision faded away and Arctic found himself rearing in the air, pawing at the sky as the girl came at him and Ashely. He was viably alarmed, but the girl spook in a loud voice at his rider, sending him even more over the edge.

Indie continued to gallop around the in closer arena, spitting up dust with her back feet as she raced over the ground. Her body eased around the arena as the tension of the energy she need to release dissipated. Throwing her head down in-between her legs, her rich black mane flipping up in the wind, she lifted her hind legs off the ground, bucking out at the air as she gave her whole body a shake. Suddenly she stopped and started to trot in a tight circle. She lowered her head and started to sniff at the dirt and slowed to a walk. Sniffing at the dirt still as she spiraled in, she suddenly came to a halt. Looking out a window with interest she noticed a bird moving. She bucked again before rising up into a rear, bucking and then taking off at gallop, before slowing to an expanded trot and stopping in the middle of the arena and lowered herself to her knees after sniffing the dirt a few times. Slowly letting her legs bend down and then laying down. She kicked herself over to her side and struck out at the air as she rolled, the find dust of the arena floor. She stopped each time at her withers, until she finally rolled all the way over and contained the process. Hearing Dylan's voice she stopped. Lifting her head of the ground she looked at him with steady blue eyes. Whinnying, she pushed herself up with her hind end and sat up, her hind end tucked under her.


[The other guys in a moment. Just wanted to get these guys done for Crazy. Next one on the list is Alyssa, of course.]