Solar Wind wrote:Lee let the mare loose in the pasture and closed the gate. "Good job, Mangle." He offered her another treat. He waited for her to take or refuse it.











pink..equestrian wrote:Jackie was sweating, still trying desperately to catch Scrappy. Finally she managed to grasp the rope and she grabbed tight, planting herself firm and giving it a sharp yank. She dug her heels into the ground, gritting her teeth. Only then did she notice someone watching. Oh great. She felt her embarrassment rise even more. "I'm so sorry you had to see this," she called out. Scrappy finally slowed down and came into her. "You are the craziest thing," she said to the horse, reaching to pet him. He neighed and jerked his head away, stomping his hooves on the ground and yanking his head around.












Bᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ wrote:Is it okay if I have Carmen hop on Errorist to ride? I'll make a post on it, haha.Carmen
The blonde girl was wearing a pair of tan breeches and black, scuffed riding boots, and a heather grey sweatshirt as she clipped the crimson red lead rope to Errorist's navy blue halter, leading the rowdy buckskin thoroughbred into the cross ties. Quickly, she brushed his clipped coat off, left for the tackroom, and came back with a navy blue saddle pad, black jumping saddle, and shiny black bridle with a figure eight nose piece. As soon as Carmen was done tacking up the bouncy stallion, she put splints on his front canons, unhooked his halter from around his neck, grabbed her helmet and a dressage whip, and headed out towards the arena. On her way, the buckskin caught a whiff of something, probably a mare in heat, and reared. Carmen yanked on the steps, pulling the horse back down. Luckily, he responded well to the pressure being applied by the strong multi-jointed bit. She had also applied a chain under his chin, for extra precaution. The rest of the walk was simple, and for easy, she mounted before arriving, rounding out the thoroughbred nicely as she walked into the arena, spotting a girl wildly chasing a horse around. She stopped Errorist, letting the blue-eyed stud watch, so he didn't spook. She kept the whip tucked back, away from his haunches, and stayed in the corner, grasping onto the white roots of his main, just in case.
Number One Errorist
The buckskin stood, uneasily watching the girl and her horse. He wanted to jump, not watch idly while someone took up his time. He snorted angrily, stomping and dancing to the side as his rider tried to calm him. She could feel her nudging him with the piece of metal in his mouth, the chain under his chin yanking him back. The older stallion remembered his younger days, a bell, a cheer, sprinting down a turf track and under the wire. His legs itched to run like that again, and he got a taste of that whenever he got to run a jumping course.









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