by cn_spots » Sun Jan 12, 2014 9:02 am
Pleasure driving:
Horses and ponies are usually hitched to a light, two-wheeled cart and shown at a walk and two speeds of trot, with an emphasis on manners.Here you enter your fine horse classes. To enter just do your story/art of your class. The more you do the more you can get judged on and more chances to get more points but its also more you have to do before the deadline.
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by Arrows » Sun Jan 12, 2014 10:09 am
Username:
Arrows
Horse's Name:
Jackson
Horse's Breed:
Fjord
Entry:
Story:
[Jackson]
I tugged relentlessly, ready to go. My owner gave me a sharp look, and I stopped, pawing hoof mid-air. She had been brushing for hours, trying to get out every kink, piece of dirt, or rough spot out of my fur. My patience, which was rather small, was about to burst. Yet I loved my girl, my owner, so I tried my best not to explode. Finally, after about fifteen more minutes of determined scrubbing and brushing, my owner snatched up my harness and came towards me with soft, careful footsteps. Soon enough, I was strapped up neatly and nicely, tack shimmering.
We made our way to the arena, rounding corners well - everything was going fine.
[Owner]
"Jackson, come on, buddy! Let's do it." I murmured. He shifted in the tack, as though anticipating something. Excitement was fresh in the air, and I couldn't help but also feel a bit jittery. Jackson hadn't been in a competition in a while, and we wished to place so dearly. Were we looking for Grand Champion? Maybe hoping slightly, but no. We just wanted to get on the leaderboards, show that we are strong as we were before our competition careers were shut down briefly.
So on such a fine day, our cart's black and chrome paint shone, looking stellar. I had worked hours getting everything ready for this day, including reprinting some parts of the cart. People here were serious - we had to look like we were, too. Jackson's coat was shining as well, and I was quite proud, having been made my boy look so presentable and handsome. Me? Well, I was dressed in a formal, performance black coat that I always used, with simplistic riding pants and, of course, my helmet. I didn't care to be that flashy - the routine is what mattered most, not picking out an outfit.
"Jackson and his owner are up next!" The announcers voice boomed, shaking me from my thoughts.
A bit flustered now, I wiped my hands on my jeans, feeling sweaty.
"It's alright Jackson, we can do it." Most people would've whispered that to their horse for encouragement - but I whispered it to him for my own sake.
[Jackson]
I listened to my owner momentarily, revving up to go through the gates and into the "pit." I'd either get eaten alive, or I'd walk out the victor - somewhat of a motto.
So I started off set to make a good first impression. I strutted like an almighty king into the pit, head high, posture close to perfect. We made our way to what would be the fresh start of our "new" careers.
A judge leaned forward slowly, and then said in the microphone, "You may begin."
Our music for the presentation began, light and quite perfect. Our steps fell into sync, exactly like we had practiced for months - heck, I could do this routine in my sleep!
When we're halfway through, noises erupt from a nearby barn. My head nearly whips about, but I hear my owner's voice, sharp and commanding.
"Stay calm, Jackson. They don't matter, no one else matters!"
And I listen, for my girl is everything to me. My head doesn't turn more then a centimeter, and my ears just barely flick.
Stay in step.
[Owner]
My heart leapt when that terrible noise came about. Had Jackson and I not been so close, it would've ruined us. But Jackson knows. Plus, he is calmer then most. I trusted him in the end.
The hardest part of our routine is when the music slows and becomes a complicated, slow pattern. Jackson would've blown it way out yesterday, as he messed up in training. I hoped that he was focused enough.
But we get through it, and with just one or two steps misplaced. I feel perfect, amazing. We might just place in this competition, if we're lucky. I mean, we are the last contestants to go.
As the music comes to a close, we slow and then stop in the arena.
"Come on..." I murmur.
What feels like hours, yet is minutes, tick by as I watch the judges put their heads together. What's going on? I am relieved when they straighten shortly after, and the head judge picks up her microphone.
"Jackson with his owner..." She trails, as though with suspense. "Your score will be a..."
This is it.
[Had to shorten my original idea to get this done!]
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Arrows on Tue Feb 18, 2014 11:46 pm, edited 7 times in total.
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by ty_tay » Sun Jan 12, 2014 12:19 pm
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Horse's name: African Mountain(Denali)Horse's breed: Mustang
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by Spiritstar3 » Sun Jan 12, 2014 3:12 pm
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Spotted With Blessingshorse's breed: Appaloosa cross
entry: story
She woke up that morning excited for the day, it was her and Spotted's first time going to a Driving Show, well, as competitors that was. When they got there, the young lady looked at all the other horse's and contestants in awe, and then she made her way to the Pleasure Driving arena to scope out the competition. She swallowed a bit in awe of how big and grand it was, and how many others there were there as well, getting the horses ready, warming up, some nervous and trying to calm themselves for it was their first time in this as well. She was glad to know she was the only beginner, starter, 'newbie' as some would have it, this year. And then she had moved back over to the truck and trailer, unloading Spotted and then the cart and checking it. It was an older one, her father had used it in his years of showing and won many a time with it. It was all shiny and black though dulling with age, with comfy plush red seats to sit on and make the ride as enjoyable as it was competitive.
She took a moment to say a small prayer of thanks for all the Blessings in her life, and for being able to be here today, then asked for strength and guidance on this path before turning to her father. She kissed him on the cheek as she softly said to him "Wish me luck.", to which she got a thumbs up and smiled back with warm and softly sparkling eyes. She climbed into the cart and off they headed into the arena area. The horse was excited, she could tell from the pricked ears and soft little noises which he gave as they went into the arena. He lifted his head high and glanced about, tail flicking lightly and swishing quietly. And then they waited for their turn to show what they had. And soon, it came...
The beautiful spotted horse nickered softly as he shook his mane and pranced forward at the voice of the announcer, going at a walk about the arena with a light step and looking alright. He then reached the end of that circuit and stopped for just a moment, listening. He heard the signal, and went into the walk then smoothly into the high stepping trot. He showed off his good manners in the trot as they circled the arena for that turn, then they reached that end and he listened for her call to the second trot. This one he made a bit more flashy, but still showing off how well mannered he was. He snorted soft and gentle as they rounded the curves, ears perked and tail lightly swishing as he went. He completed that last circuit and came to a halt, stopping beautifully on a dime and standing for the wait for the others to go through the paces. They watched and they waited for the end, and the announcement of the placings...
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by xdenmark » Mon Jan 13, 2014 4:10 am
having to drop out uwu; your entries are really good guys, good luck!
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