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by landofmakebelieve » Tue May 12, 2015 9:23 am
Haandel
He chuckled softly. Without another word, he gently nudged the mare, courting her, a gentle way to ask her to join him.

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 » Tue May 12, 2015 9:31 am
Haandel
He gently nipped her whithers, a display that showed he had claimed the mare. Haandel then proceeded to lip her mane.

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 kanni » Tue May 12, 2015 9:43 am
piaffes wrote:Haandel
He gently nipped her whithers, a display that showed he had claimed the mare. Haandel then proceeded to lip her mane.
MoonlightMoonlight flinched slightly at the nip, but she knew he was trying to be gentle. She nuzzled his neck as he lipped at her mane, pulling at it slightly.
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by landofmakebelieve » Tue May 12, 2015 10:22 am
Haandel
He squealed and sidestepped away playfully. Bobbing his head, he pranced in a circle around the made.

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 SaphiraBrightscales » Tue May 12, 2015 10:29 am
Silver
Silver trots through the forest and catches the faint sound of a squeal which arouses her curiosity. She heads in that direction and soon sees two horses next to each along with another horse emerging. Silver stays in the shadows of the trees even though her white markings and mane stood out in the shadows compared to her black coat and brown eyes.
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by kanni » Tue May 12, 2015 10:32 am
Moonlight
Moonlight squealed playfully, prancing alongside Haandle, and then stopped, her ears pressed against her head."Haandle. I dont think were alone." She whinnied softly, sidestepping closer to the stallion as she stared at the two pairs of eyes staring at them.
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