by landofmakebelieve » Sun May 26, 2013 2:04 pm
Dakkoten
Dakkoten rested his head on his paws. He began to think to himself.
`What if I never get a mate? What if I'm going to be alone forever?`
"Uggg! Why was I granted such a terrible power?!"
He sighed as a fae landed infront of him, "Yeah, fine." He put his paws over his eyes so she would not see his tears.
Chrys
The fae had a plan. With her power of hipnosses, and her way of tricking brutes, she could get close to the brute and hypnotize him to do something that would kill him. It was fool proof.
hello, bonjour
please call me believe
herro der mes amis, i am believe. proud canadian, ottb loving, colt breaking, nfr dreaming. pictured on the left is my racetrack reject, landofmakebelieve, aka molly, moo, shmoo, whatever name comes to mind x] molly is a 10 year old canadian bred thoroughbred mare, and standing at about 16.2hh, we look a little wonky when we chase cans, but la dee da that's alright. molly and i tried several disciplines. i tried desperately to get her to catch on to dressage, but unfortunately, she still has the race bred mind and is all go. however, together we found a discipline which we could both enjoy; western gaming. this summer we started travelling to barrel races locally. our current record on a standard size pattern is 17.314 and we are improving with every run. and to all the low budget barrel racers out there such as myself, a word of advise; chin up darling. you may not have a million dollar mount under your butt, but you and your crossbred, rejected, hard headed, rescue baby can do it. you know why? cause those girls sitting in their custom circle y's, upon shiny, top of the line mounts are full of themselves. they think there's no way they can lose. they get cocky. stay humble, believe in yourself, in your horse, and most importantly ride your little heart out.
