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Post by xx. S u s s y on Aug 24, 2007 20:11:48 GMT -5
Okay, who ever wins this gets the horse and a personalized pic for him from me. Read this. There are more details down the page.
Outcast Edit: I would love to make a picture for him too! Whoo! xD
I pushed my polished boot into the stirrup, My heart racing, this stuck up snob better behave himself or hes going down! I slapped the pintos neck because he tried to move while i got on. His neck raised in alarm and his eyes rolled into his head. "Get out of it you beast!" i yelped to the piebald gelding. The loudspeaker boomed ahead "Oh and a clear round for Anne Petreski!". I felt as though i could crush that girl in my bare hands. "You better win or im selling you to the slaughter house you idiot!" my voice peirced the air and i dug my spurs into his sides. The gelding trotted forwards his neck round and on the bit. His movement more than impressive, he was amazing.
After i had warmed up the stuck up horse I stood in a line of riders, we were all waiting for our turn and i was next. I saw a boy patting his big bay gelding and talking softly to him. I scoffed and he stared me in the eye. "The horse is not a baby! That wont get you anywhere talking to him like that" i said with a hint of frustration. The boy looked puzzled he gave me a glare and soothed his horse yet again. Finaly it was my turn and i slapped the crop at his rump. The gelding grunted and moved forwards at a steady trot. I smiled proudly as the croud cheered. Digging my heels into the gelding he heaved and i turned him into the first jump, whipping him as he neared. He was going to slow so I booted my spurs into his sdes, drawing blood. The pinto launched himself up and cleared the jump. The second jump, an oxer. He was rushing, i pulled hard on the reins, hurting his mouth and peircing his gums. He pulled to a stop "Go you barsta*d!" I screamed and kicked at him more. He tumbled through the fence, scratching his fore's. I weeped and looked around there was a person. Staring at me, watching me closly. I blushed and the loudspeaked told me to leave the ring, i had been eliminated. I slashed at the horses sides, my dad shaking his head "We will sell him right away princess" i twisted my head sharply "This darn horse needs a bullet through his brain!"
[You where the person that was watching her. You had been watching her closly all day and you leapt at the chance when you saw the poor horse up for sale. Now you have to write back. Saying what you did when you saw her and you must end with your decision when you see him advertised. I will choose the best home for him.]
Just My Retreat
Name: Just My Retreat
Barn Name: Apache or Patch
Breed: Warmblood x Stockhorse
Gender: Gelding
Colour: Piebald
Height: 15 hh
Age: 7
Apache came to us from the trick career. He used to be in a circus but they no longer wanted him. This gelding costed us a fortune and sadly he was not a good horse for my daughter. He has excelent movement and so you should consider yourself lucky that we are giving him away to a well diciplined home. |
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Post by blondy0262 on Aug 25, 2007 7:56:11 GMT -5
As i looked at the horse and rider, i gave a gnarl and looked away. Before the killer jumping session was over with that bloody fool, i walked away with a pout on my face. "Why would she do such a thing? That horse just isn't trained to suit her needs. She is worthless, and she doesn't deserve that horse." I walked away from the stands and near the entrance of the ring, where the owners were standing, but the horse was not. There was an open stall for the horse, but it too was not there. I looked around, and then heard a neigh. I looked to where it had come from. It was in a trailer. They didn't take off any of the tack, didn't brush him in any sort,and didn't put him safely put in. I wlaked quickly to the owners and just as i was about to sya something to them, i saw a sign. "Are you selling that horse? Because I've got the money right here. I knew I would find some type of horse for sale here. May I buy him?" They both looked at me, as if they were happy as cows. Which, is what they weere, though not happy. "Well, tell us why you want to buy this old fool which won't do anything? And how are you going to haul a horse? I don't see an extra trailer. I looked at them. Why would i have brought money to buy a horse because I KNEW that i would find one? So if i just bought a horse, how was i going to get it there? Geez, they can't figure out how to treat a horse right, and they can't figure out how to think lgically either! "Well, because i have got a good home for him, where he will be out of you hands, which is what you want? And i brought a trailer just in case." The dad and the daughter looked at each other. He shook his head up and down. She ran towards the trailer to get the horse. "You can have the tack too. It's worthless if it's already been used by him." I smiled as i looked toward the girl getting the horse out. I turned back around and said "Thank you." He ignored me but humphed. With in a few minuted i walked up to the girl as she came with the horse. "Here's the money, all you want. I will be leaving now." I walked away with the horse. There was a long road ahead of me...but one to remember.... |
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Post by Jake™ on Aug 25, 2007 12:46:49 GMT -5
Jake had come to this show with his two stallions - Manson and Rebel. Amazingly they got along fine, but now and then they would have a go at one another, however Jake kept them under control with a firm hand and of course his knowledge of methods to calm nervous and excited creatures. He had competed today, on both male equines, and had enjoyed the expierence. Manson had been placed first in a showing class and Rebel had been placed 4th in a jumping class, which was pretty good considering Jake had just started training him two months ago.
All in all the day had been splendid, however the voice of a spoilt and spiteful child had cut into the back of Jake's neck. His brown eyes had preyed upon her closely as she basically spat upon the creature that simply tried its best for her. The poor beast, Jake could feel the immense sorrow deep in his chest that the horse was expierecning; the fear and pain in the creature's eyes - his spirit was deteriating due to this vicious girl and her ridiculous standards - if you could call them standards. Trust and patience was what brought the best out of horses - Manson was dubbed an unruely killer, but even Jake had managed to saddle the Freisian and befriend him.
As he was bolting the cabinets where the saddles were safely locked away, he heard the satanic voice of that child slap him on the back of his head. There was something about it that made the atmosphere freeze and drop in temperature - even Jake's horses seem to shudder. The young man tilted his black cowboy hat and looked into the distance, seeing the girl slash at the gelding and strom off, whilst her daddy tried to sweet talk her. Sighing heavily and feeling like death, Jake was about to untie Rebel before hearing the father tell his daughter the horse was no longer hers. Feeling an instant relief, Jake hopped someone would rescue the freagile horse, before it was too late.
He badly wanted to take in the creature himself and heal him, both emotionally, spirtually and mentally, but having three horses was quite a cut to the bank account - still being in debt was better than seeing a perfectly healthy horse with potential be killed. Looking to Rebel and Manson who were happily eating their hay, Jake left his green and gold lorry. He cautiously walked over to the man and child. G'day sir. That's a fine creature you'e got there. I couldnt help but see him in the ring. Hes got some moves on him, hasnt he? Jake spoke. His voice had never really caught the American accent and to this very day still held its Australian heritage with pride.
Smiling softly he raised his hand discreetly to touch the gelding's cheek - an area that was commonly touched during a healing session, for it was an easy area to communicate with the horse and offer help, as well as heal it of depression. The head was a body part that was assocaited with sorrow, mostly emotional feelings. The poll was an area for mental feelings and the rest of the body was physical and spiritual. Secretly playing with a stone in his pocket, Jake used the power of it to channel through his body to the horse. The stone was known as Tigers Eye and was often used to cure horses of their anxiety.
Forguve me if I seem rude sir, but my ears hard that you were putting this fine animal up for sale. Am I right? Jake asked, looking the animal directly in the eye and stroking his cheek and nose ever so slowly, with a touch as light as a butterfly gently beating its wing. Becuase If you are - Ill gladly take him off your hands and...well Im sure your precious daughter will be more than pleased to see him go Jake spoke patting the gelding. Oh yes, the child would be pleased to say goodbye to the horse, but she wouldnt definatly be 100% gobsmacked and cut when she would see him next flying over the fences at a speed she would never be able to accomplish. Jake could do wonders with horses and it was all down to listening to what the horse had to say |
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Post by Mollie♥ Lynn on Aug 26, 2007 10:21:59 GMT -5
Shannon came into the huge tent. Voices rang in the air and horses trotted around the ring. Looking at her slip of paper she looked for her seat. It was right in the front. She watched the horses trotting around the ring and getting warmed up. She had the best view. Well. Thats what she thought. Her show panflet told the names of all the horses and riders. Counting she tried to guess which ones where which. But then she noticed....one wasn't out there. Looking around she saw a rider in the corner. She didn't look like she was happy. And the horse didn't either. Watching them she wondered how anyone could be so ingnorant. Then the loud speaker crackled.
"Oh and a clear round for Anne Petreski!" Shannon watched. She was using her spurs... And not in a nice way either. Jamming the poor horse in the sides. She could see his eyes roll. This wasn't right. All the other horses seemed too not matter to her anymore. All her mind was on was this horse. He was soo beautiful. She wished she could have him. He would be a great horse. Plus...He would be a great friend to her horse at the academy. She watched. He had to have the smoothest trot she had ever seen. Anger fumed inside her as she watched the spurs draw blood. This wasn't right. And she hoped the judges saw that. If they didn't then they just had something wrong with them. The reins had way to much pressure on them. Watching the big catastrophe she was furious. As the girl and horse walked out of the ring, she couldn't watch the rest she was too mad. After eating lunch she noticed the horse outside the trailer. She walked over to it.
Hey boy. What's wrong. She's not nice? Then she heard someone right behind her. Im not nice because that horse is the ugliest thing I have ever seen. And the dumbest to add to that.Shannon gulped. Well. Sense you think he's dumb and ugly. I'd be glad to take him off your hands.Shannon snapped. Well Fine. Hes worth nothing. Shannon rolled her eyes and handed her a good amount of money. The girl left into the trailer and got out the papers. Shannon took them and made sure she had all of them. As she started to walk away Shannon added. I hope you know. This horse is something. And your not to not realize that. The girl looked at her and rolled her eyes. And the judges go for how well you take care of your horse too. With that she walked away. They brought there trailer because she was going to go to a auction after the show. Walking over to her trailer she looked at the horse. He was beautiful. Every horse was. Getting out her grooming kit, Shannon started to groom the gelding down while waiting horse her dad to come and take her back to the academy. Where she could let the horse settle down and make great friends. This was going to be the started of something new.....
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Post by &&s o y.soy on Aug 30, 2007 9:24:58 GMT -5
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ella sunk into the bleachers, weary from a long day of work with Soilder. It was good to escape to a horse show, where she could watch some well-behaved horses with advanced riders whom she didn't know and couldn't hate her for not controlling her large and rather idiotic stallion. Just thinking of her continuous fights with him made her want to cry. They had a race coming up sometime soon; she wanted to do well in it. But that definately would not happen if Soilder kept on acting like the largest butt in the world. It hadn't even been a week and already she was limping slightly from the many falls she had taken off the tall thoroughbred. Shuddering at the thought of training him again on Monday, she tugged at a strand of golden-brown hair, waiting for the next contestant to enter the ring, examining the jumps. She wanted to be the one jumping that, with her horse. Maybe even Soilder. A different version of him, though. A well-trained, nicely mannered version. She could picture them flying through this course, easily taking the blue. Bella decided that that could actually be a reality if she got him to mind her enough. If he only listened... She was a good enough rider to win this competition, if she had a good enough horse. But sadly, her's wasn't up to par. Though she wouldn't trade her problem horse for another. No, Bella did not give up, just like that. No, she faced her problems. And someday, they would be jumping four foot oxers in the show ring--and clearing them perfectly. They would be a team.
Anne someone-or-other came trotting in. Bella thingyed her head curiously, watching her effortless movments with her horse as she circled the arena. Warming her horse up, probably. Getting him used to the jumps and the feel of the sand beneath his feet and the crowd talking and cheering. They completed their warm-up lap easily, and Bella studied the horse's movements. It wasn't like a normal trot... it was much, much smoother. Could it be a gated horse? They broke into a canter--something that is very hard for a gated horse to do, they had to be trained endlessly--and flew over the first jump. It was beautiful. She had spent so much time at the academy that she had forgotten how wonderful jumping and riding with your horse as if you were a team could be. Perched on the edge of her seat, her eyes followed Anne and her horse over the whole course, only breaking her gaze when they had finished. She sunk back into her seat and applauded as the announcer broadcasted her clean round. She was even more excited for the second horse to come in, ready for another perfect team of horse and rider. Well, they didn't quite live up to expectations. No--they weren't anywhere near. The horse was beautiful--a piebald gelding, wanting to do what his rider asked of him, waiting for her command. Too bad his rider didn't quite care of the welfare of her horse.
Bella winced as she drove her spurs into the poor horse's sides, blood drawing to the spots where she took them out. She pounded them once more against his tender skin, even though he was already doing a perfect trot. He was larger than the other horse, and a trot in his size would be fine. The jumps weren't too spaced out, so a canter probably wouldn't be smartest. She frowned as she kicked him once more the split-second before the jump, yet he still soared over it. She doesn't deserve him. That was the first thought that came to her mind, and, before Bella knew what she was doing, she was walking down the bleachers, a larger frown creasing her face as she stepped onto the soft grass. No. She could not let this happen. Bella stopped watching as the girl jerked back on the horses mouth; it was too painful. Even she didn't act like that to Soilder. Sure, she gave him a large jerk sometimes, but that was so he didn't mount a mare in heat or kill a colt near him. Yes, and he was large and normally kept the bit between his teeth, so he didn't feel it as much. And she did ride with spurs with Soilder--but she didn't dig them in so his sides bled. No, she merely tapped them against his barrel, and he normally responded. Sometimes she had to squeeze a bit harder, but that wasn't really a problem since he loved to go. No, she treated her horse, who would deserve that more than the poor gelding under the saddle now, kindly and with respect. Though, she did have an attatcment to Soilder. She'd hate to see him treated like that. Never, in a million years, would she ever dream of abusing an equine so harshly. Still shuddering, she wandered away.
The sweet smell of hay filled Bella's nose, and she walked into the barn, greeting each horse and petting their nose if they had it stuck out into the aisle. They were such beautiful creatures... how could anyone hurt one so badly? Stroking the bay she was standing by a little longer than she meant to, he suddenly withdrew his nose. The girl that had been riding the piebald was coming. Quite lousily, too. Stomping her feet against the cement barn hallway, and screaming something about her horse being unbehaved and how he should have a bullet through his head, Bella couldn't help but stare and raise an eyebrow. It was slightly funny, once you got over the fact that she might just shoot her horse for not doing well in the competition. This worried Bella, and her already pale skin went a shade lighter. She had to find that horse. Maybe she'd steal it... hey, she'd rather be a horse stealer than have that horse be killed unjusticely. Although, the thought of what her mother and father would say to that frightened her. Okay, so maybe she wouldn't steal the horse. She had her parents credit card--somehow she had convinced them to give it to her. They were what you might call rich, so she should be able to buy him... if they were willing to sell, and hadn't already killed the poor creature.
Bella saw the gelding standing with what looked like the girl's parents. And, if she was reading correctly, he was for sale. The man had put that up on the trailer, where the piebald was tethered to. Her heart skipped a beat, and she broke into a faster walk. No need to scare the horse. She could buy him... Hell, she didn't care if he was bad. No horse could be worse than Soilder, who had repeatedly thrown her off and gone over with her more than once. Thank God she had either jumped off or he had landed to the side of her. Otherwise, she might not be here right now to save this gelding. Very carefully, Bella came to a stop in front of the man, watching as someone she recognized from the academy walking away smiling. Wait--was she too late? Her heart fell, even though she knew if someone from the academy bought him he'd be fine, too. No one she knew there would abuse a horse. But... she had wanted him so badly... and--No. No self pity. She told herself this firmly, knowing that if she broke down about how she wanted him more than the world and how she had a horse that hated her she definately woudln't get it. Not that that was true. Bella tended to exaggerate when she was losing something she wanted. Taking another deep breath to steady her thoughts, she spoke.
"Hello; are you selling this horse? Well, I'd like to buy him. Any price." Bella flashed a smile, trying to maintain her calm and collected appearance, though on the inside she was breaking down. No--she had to stay smiling like an idiot on a billboard, and not let her breaths quicken up like she was doing, or let her heart pound so loud she thought that she was afraid the girl's father would hear it. No--she wanted this horse. He wasn't responding, just looking at her, studying her. Bella didn't like to brag, but maybe if she just said her riding expierience... "You see, I have been riding since I was five years old, and I think that.... that since this horse isn't trained correctly for your daughter, he might be for me. I can ride all different styles, so... ummm... it wouldn't really be a problem... and I'm sure there'll be a spot for him at the academy... I already have a horse there; he's really tall and big and bad so... umm.... Apache," She read his name on the sign, "shoudln't be a problem.... I'd take really good care of him like he was my kid or something and I wouldn't let anything hurt him... And I'd call someone or something to bring me a trailer to take him back to the academy where I... uh... live.... I'd still enter him in shows, 'cause it'd be a waste not to... our academy has a lot of shows that really are as good or better as shows here... I'm entering my stallion in a race.... but so far we are the only team in it, so I have to wait for more people... and... and..." Sometimes when Bella got nervous, she tended to babble. She broke off, wincing at her dumbness, studying the man. He looked like he was about to break out laughing.
She felt as if she were about to cry.
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