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

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Dylan laughed at Indie. "You look like an oversized puppy. You're so cute Indie." He smiled at the mare, holding out a small piece of carrot for her.The man studied the Indie's now muscular body, remember how skinny and just plain lonely she looked after he'd rescued her. He remembered rescuing her, how sh seemed to trust him right after that.

Kourtney smiled at Nate, shaking her head. "I just never really put thought into that. Just wanted to know how far apart we were. Not that it matters too me. I wouldn't care if you were 10 years older than me, I'd still love you Nate."

(Hanoverian, did you post on the website?)

[bonjour.]

Nate smiled. "I'd still love you too, Kourtney. You're my girlfriend, and nothin' could change that." he said firmly, Bud shifting under him and tossing his head. "Alright you." he said, picking up his reins and pushing Bud into a lope, hearing the mooing of a calf in the holding pen, his horse's ears perked with excitment.

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"Nothing." Kourtney confirmed. "I love you." She added, smiling at Nathan. She watched him and Bud. "Alright, I you got to watch me, now I watch you."

[bonjour.]

Nate smiled, halting Bud by the holding pen and bending down, pulling the bolt across and opening the gate. With a clicking whistle, he sent the calf into the arena, jogging a prancing Bud into the pen. Grabbing the lariat that was always on the horn of his roping saddle, he held it in his hand. Pressing his spurs to Bud's side, he sent the gelding galloping towards the calf, who mooed and kicked out with a spindly leg. Waving the lariat over his head, the man threw it, snagging the calf's hind leg, causing it to stumble, hop, then fall. Jumping from the saddle, Nathan ran towards the struggling animal, turning it onto it's back and tieing all four of it's legs, before standing up. After a moment, he bent down, releasing the calf, which stumbled to it feet and shied away, eyes rolled and ears flattened. Swinging back into the saddle, the man patted Bud on the neck, coiling his rope.

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Indie whinnied excitedly, throwing her head up and scrambling to her feet. She shook herself like a dog, the dust coming of her in a cloud but most of it still stuck to her coat. She trotted over to Dylan, rounding her great neck and using her hind quarriers exquisitely. The hindquarters of the mare were very engaged, and the knees and hocks are flexed to the extreme as she took up a beautiful extended trot as she approached Dylan, tossing her head. The last few strides of the trot, changed from extended to a passage, something she had never been taught before. Her legs snapped up to her chest as she trotted in what seemed to be slow motion. She stopped and seems to dance in place at a piaffe before she cam to a full stop and started to snuffle at the carrot, lipping it with her lips.

[Ohmygod. I am listening to The Phantom of the Opera soundtrack by the original cast [huge broadway, musical nut] and there was the blood curling scream in Think Of Me. I almost jumped off my bed it startled me so freaking bad!

No I have not. My dad swiped my computer and I lost all my saved links. I will track it down. You really should list it as another website on your profile.]

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"Hmm..I know more about jumper...but maybe you should be a dressage mare." Dylan thought aloud, rubbing the mare's forehead with his free and. "Good girl Indie. Who's Dylan's pretty girl?" He smiled, continuing to rub the mare as she lipped up to carrot.

Kourtney watched, sitting on the fence. She watched as Nate twirled the lariat bringing back the memory of when they'd snagged each other with their lariats. she smiled warmly at the memory, sighing happily. She watched as Nate tied the calf, then untied it.

[bonjour.]

Bud held his head high, prancing under Nathan, pulling hard on the curb bit. "Ah." Nate warned, tightening the reins and bringing his horse's head down, though the gelding only kicked out, shaking his head wildly, before throwing it down, as though trying to dislodge the reins from his owner's hands. Nate fought with the red dun, using his leg and spur to turn him in quick circle, before the other way, a tight figure eight. "What is your problem?" he asked. The calf mooed, and raced past the horse and rider, causing Bud to rear up, and his rider to lean forward, pushing him down. Bud pinned his ears, eyes rolling as he pranced forward, throwing his head down between his knees and bucking, kicking out with both hind legs. "Bud!" Nate said roughly. "You're cattle trained." he said, trying to remind his horse of his training. Something seemed to be wrong.

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Kourtney jumped down from the fence, not really thinking. She was now inside the arena, although refused to come near the flailing hooves of Bud. "What's up with him?" Kourtney called over to her boyfriend, watching as he fought with his gelding. The two were getting along fine a moment ago, and Bud was listening perfectly. What was it that seemed to upset the horse?

[bonjour.]

Bud whinnied as Kourtney stepped into the arena, pulling hard against the bit and lunging for her with pinned ears. "Hell no." Nate muttered, pulling hard on the reins, though was slammed forward as Bud instead stopped, rearing again. Using his weight on the horse's neck, the man reined him away from Kourtney, tightening the reins as Bud bolted forward, haunches shooting him forward. The gelding ripped forward against the bit, while his rider pulled back. Throwing in a stream of bucks down the long side of the arena, he galloped uncontrolably for four laps, before sliding to a halt in the corner of the arena, his mouth foaming and bleeding from the bit, head dropped and nostrils flared. Nate was panting as hard as his horse was, running his hand through his sweaty hair, his Stetson lost and trampled in Bud's sudden outrage.

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Kourtney held back the urge to scream, she knew better. She thought about climbing the fence, but was frozen in fear. Nate's quiet gelding just turned into something like a stallion who'd never been broken. Kourtney managed to spot Nate's Stetson in a trail of dust. She picked it up and dusted it off, holding it. "What in the world was that? Bud's the quietest, most gentle horse I've ever seen, and suddenly he came at me and totally freaked?" Kourtney wondered aloud, unsure whether Nate hurt. "Could've been worse. He could've kicked me or trampled me. Or I could've ended up with a miscarriage if he trampled me, or kicked me in the stomach." Kourtney muttered.