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by Forever Insane » Fri Dec 27, 2013 6:10 pm
Peppermint stopped and flicked her heat scented tail at the flies on her withers, she dropped her head and began to graze
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"There are people out there who are ghosts,
no not THAT type of ghost, I mean people
who talk less than most and think a great
deal more. They are the ones who stay
silent and quiet no matter what, they hide
their emotions and wait, for what you might
ask, perhaps revenge, perhaps some secret
that we're too daft to realize."
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by ~Rose Tyler~ » Sat Dec 28, 2013 1:52 am
Sierra Rose
Sierra danced around the meadow happily, her heat scented tail raised and flowing behind her like a flag on a flag pole. Her head was raised as she trotted in circles tossing her mane in the breeze. She whinnied softly a smile making it way onto her face. She stopped trotting around and bent her head to sniff the grass, she found several juicy stalks of gras and began slowly munching on them. She flicked her tail at flies as they threatened to bite her rump.
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by Dark Moon » Sat Dec 28, 2013 3:02 am
Dark Moon wrote:Dark Moon wrote:Dark Moon wrote:Archer's Challenge
The stallion nuzzled her in reply, his muzzle dripping with water.
Lilly's Dance
The mare jumped, startled. She backed away, stumbling over a rock.
(Dean)
"She said to me, forget what you thought,
cause good girls are bad girls
who haven't been caught,
so just turn around and forget what you saw,
cause good girls are bad girls who haven't been caught"
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by landofmakebelieve » Sat Dec 28, 2013 6:00 am
Sweet Pine
She skimmed her nose back and forth over the water, covering her face in water to cool herself.
Thunderstruck
He nickered softly, stepping back, confused in how she had reacted.

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 landofmakebelieve » Sat Dec 28, 2013 6:33 am
Sweet pine
she stayed where she was, resting one foot and feeling the current rush over her back.
Thunderstruck
He nickered softly, putting his nose out toward her again.

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 ~Rose Tyler~ » Sat Dec 28, 2013 6:48 am
~Rose Tyler~ wrote:Sierra Rose
Sierra danced around the meadow happily, her heat scented tail raised and flowing behind her like a flag on a flag pole. Her head was raised as she trotted in circles tossing her mane in the breeze. She whinnied softly a smile making it way onto her face. She stopped trotting around and bent her head to sniff the grass, she found several juicy stalks of gras and began slowly munching on them. She flicked her tail at flies as they threatened to bite her rump. (Open)
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