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Post by ::Sam:: on Nov 12, 2006 17:23:40 GMT -5
He enjoyed the thorrow grooming, leanig into it happily when she got his itchy place. He picked up all of his four feet obediantly, and didn't protest with the bridle, saddle, or the girth. When she was done, he picked up his front right leg. HE waited for Skye to stretch it.
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Post by RUSH on Nov 12, 2006 17:32:31 GMT -5
She sighed and bent down and stretched his two front legs making sure nothing pinched his skin. She then got on her boots, helmet, gloves and riding pants then took his halter off and mounted him and drove him into the indoor arena.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Nov 12, 2006 17:35:25 GMT -5
He walked with pride, each step was long and smooth. He picked his legs up high, almost prancing. He walked swiftly inside the indoor arena, piviting smoothly so that Skye could easily clsoe the gate behidn them. A deer ran in the forest, but he didnt' spook.
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Post by RUSH on Nov 12, 2006 17:37:29 GMT -5
"good boy. Man that foal I hope will be great, your such a good dad." she said and smiled patting him and shut the door, as normal, behind them then kept walking him too warm him up.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Nov 12, 2006 17:40:31 GMT -5
He walked quickly around the ring, soon putting the weight of his head in the bit, his neck outstretched slightly. His nose was turned in towards the middle as he bent aorund the corners. the deer raced back and he only sidestepped lsightyl. Wih the pressure on the inside leg, he went back to the outside.
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Post by RUSH on Nov 12, 2006 17:44:09 GMT -5
She smiled nad patted him again and remarked "good boy" once more. She then after warming him up, urged him too a trot, wondering what his was like.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Nov 12, 2006 17:47:22 GMT -5
If she liked his walk, she would fall in love with his trot. It was springy and light, and never dulled. He bounced foward eagerly, quickly, his legs snapping up easily.
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Post by RUSH on Nov 12, 2006 17:48:52 GMT -5
She laughed and then trotted around the arena twice then urged him into a rocking canter, she knew she would love it. ANd his gallop would be even better.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Nov 12, 2006 17:49:59 GMT -5
He bounded foward happily. His canter rocked back and forth just like a rocking horse. It was fast and furious, but Skye controlled him easily. With just tehs lightest tap of her legs, he burst into a faster speed, tearing around the arena happily.
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Post by RUSH on Nov 12, 2006 17:51:19 GMT -5
She smiled and after the cantered for a few minutes she smiled even more nad lightly squeezed him into a gallop leaning fowards bracing herself for it.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Nov 12, 2006 17:59:20 GMT -5
His speed was unbeilevable. The wind whipped his mane backwards as he raced around the ring. He obviously could not go his full speed in the ring because it wasn't big enough. But he did his best. He galloped speedily around. A small layer of sweat and salt formed acros his neck and chestm but his speed barely faltered.
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Post by RUSH on Nov 12, 2006 18:02:29 GMT -5
She kept galloping him till he began too tired and awaited his gait too become slower than normal. She smiled staying up in perfect position so he could run even faster.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Nov 12, 2006 18:06:26 GMT -5
His breathing became more rapid, but he pulled on. He outstretched his neck, reaching a higher speed. The sweat flew from his neck, and foam flecked on his coat. He was having the time of his life.
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Post by RUSH on Nov 12, 2006 18:08:30 GMT -5
She kept on smiling and just kept galloping him around, she then pulled the riens lightly after a few minutes and began too slow him down too an easy canter.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Nov 12, 2006 19:59:12 GMT -5
His beautiful black pelt shone with sweat as he slowened his pace to a long strided trot, then a walk. Finaly, his movement stopped. He saw a small jump and pricked his ears. He then stamped his hind leg where a fly was biting his leg.
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