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by landofmakebelieve » Fri Dec 06, 2013 3:18 pm
Højris
He chuckled, "YEARS of training. I finally won last year and I've been training since I was two and a half, and I'm seven!"
Dixie
She shook out her mane. A groom came from an office. He pinned papers up outside her stall. They had all her information for interested buyers.
Laura
She followed them into the barn and began preparing Højris's feed.
Warren
He strut into the barn, his worn cowboy boots making soft clunks.
Hurricane
She decided lunging Shadow would be hopeless, and it was getting late anyway. She led him to the barn.

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.
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by Alpha* » Fri Dec 06, 2013 3:19 pm
Ketch bobs his head, listening intently. "Well.. It could be worse. I mean you could like No other horses." he flicks his ears and crunches an apple. "Miss Dixie are you for sale?" he looks over his gate at hers but at the angle cannot make it out.
(@ Randoms, I have my human Morag- if you have a human they could run into him)

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by landofmakebelieve » Fri Dec 06, 2013 3:21 pm
Dixie
She was looking the opposite way when Ketch spoke, making her turn her head, "Yep, I am,"

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.
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by xXLuciferXx » Fri Dec 06, 2013 3:25 pm
Cinderella bobbed her head, "I miss my old home, i liked working with troubled teens and adults, blinds and deafs. I love them, i love showing humans they can trust me.... I'm a past show winner, but not a stuck-up champ like here at this place, where i was forced, and now i'm gonna be bought by a bad human, or a horse hoarder. Either way it'd be better to be put down, or set free at this point. i had a good run." She nickered quietly, it was her honest thoughts.
WIP WIP WIP
Quick Facts About Me While This Is WIP:
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by TruckerGirl » Fri Dec 06, 2013 3:27 pm
Sara
I lead him into his stall, I untack him and I put the stuff down I wrapped my arms around him hugging him "I'm SO proud to call you mine" I said I picked up the tack and put it back in the tack room. I was so happy, I got Thunder's grain and I put 3 big extra scoops of grain in his dish along with hind treats. I brought it back to him "now you have to stay in the barn till morning. Ok" I teased him I dumped it in the grain dish in his stall for him. I left to the rec room and sat down on the lazy boy, and boy it felt good.
Jetta
"Wow, that's a long time. I'm just a silly mare that gets risen bareback and oh I have a feather in my main. One of the humans gave it to Sara and she put in my mane.
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by landofmakebelieve » Fri Dec 06, 2013 3:34 pm
Højris
"Your not just a silly mare!" He exclaimed, "I just BARELY beat a mare named Diva Royal! She just about beat me for the gold! Stop underestimating yourself," he nickered.

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.
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by Alpha* » Fri Dec 06, 2013 3:36 pm
"Morag is blind." Answers Ketch, "I'm a guide-horse.. well, training to be. We want to do shows and agility.. but.. he and I don't know much. Just barely enough." he knickers to Cinder. He turns his head to the other mare; "What do you both look for in a rider? Because every horse deserves a good one."
(could you start random?)
Robin jerks out of his hand after a small animal - he assmes it is a squirrel by the way she is barking. Morag skins his hands , as he'd been taking a step when she took off and had fallen; he doesnt bother calling her, Robin would come back when she was done with the squirrel. So standing he reaches into his jacket pocket and removes the guide-pole. Extending it, he begins to slowly walk.

“Thanks to all those in any kind of uniform and to those who have been in uniform.”
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