one wrong move//ryder

[brooklyn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border-left: #5d366f solid 15px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] today was misery & i just can't believe this happened Brooklyn leaned back in the saddle, keeping her heels down as she guided Cobalt along the wall of the indoor arena. It was still quite cold but the walls and the enclosed space helped shield the pair from the blowing wind and the graying sky of the open world. Keeping her hands light on the reins, she nudged the gelding into a collected trot, or well tried. He tossed his head and fiddled with the bit inside of his mouth, totally ignoring her as he kept up his relaxed – semi lazy – walk. “Come on.” She locked her jaw and nudged him again, tapping her heels against his pudgy sides, finally getting a reaction from him. He snorted and tossed his head again but finally picked up his pace and trotted along the wall. Posting at his rocky rhythm, she adjusted him with her legs and her reins, managing to get him on the same page as her own self after another few tries. Sometimes she wondered if he loved just not obeying her and going against any obedience she knew he had from his long background of training he had to go through just to get him to the point he was at. It had took a while for him to settle down, especially when he was a stallion, but once she had him gelded and properly trained, he wasn't that much of a problem. Though she discovered the first time he came back from being with a trainer he didn't really like her correcting him on anything he did if it was wrong and he really loved to throw out his back legs to see if he had cleared the jump or not. She wasn't much worried about him tossing his back legs out at that point but when they were in shows and he was under stress, he kicked much lower then what he did when they were practicing and he would cause them a penalty when it shouldn't have even been one. That was when she shipped him off to another trainer. Over the last two years he had been through three, and finally settled enough to where he wasn't causing too much of an issue in either the practice nor show arena. Only he did have his days where it seemed his training would be forgotten and it was just the old Colbalt once again. Which irritated her to no end, especially when he would ignore most of her commands and they would end on a bad note on their training. Moving the gelding off the wall, she bended him around her inside leg, making sure he had worked all of the I'm-going-to-ignore-you-this-whole-work-out-session out of his system before she even dared to jump him. It was hard enough to get him to jump but when he didn't listen and jumped late or too early, it was even worse. “Alright boy.” She told him, squeezing her legs around him and making him canter back towards the wall and along it until she back towards the front of the arena. Steering him back off the wall, she turned him sharply left, heading towards a 1.20m oxer that was set up on the outskirts of the arena. Cobalt tossed his head and laid his ears back against his skull, his pace slowing until she encouraged him on with a few clicks of her tongue and squeeze of her legs. Leaning up into her two point, she kept herself positioned above his neck, and right when she was about to signal him to jump, he spazzed. He threw his head down and skidded in the dirt, sending Brooklyn through the jump. A short yelp came from her when she landed, her eyes open wide as she tried to pull in a full breath of air only to have it feel like she wasn't even breathing. She stared up at the bright ceiling of the indoor arena, Colbalt trotting away from the jump and throwing his head up, rearing half way. She gulped, finally managing to suck in a few breaths to calm herself down so she could sit up. With a shaking hand she slipped her helmet off her head, her velvet colored hair sliding into her face. She coughed a few time, feeling a deep ache in her back when she did. Hopefully she was just sore and nothing had been broken... Hopefully. tagged Open words 738 muse 107.5 the River notes It biiiites credits irish & mayday parade! if you would like a template, ask, please do not steal!

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[ryder augustus foxx]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #3d213a solid 10px; width: 450px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Today, you were far away tagged Brooklyn words idek muse The National notes mreh credits template by irish! Usually, when one saw an individual walking down the street with an animal in tow, you would expect that animal to be one of the canine variety... or maybe the feline variety. What one would not expect, however, would be to see a 17 year old boy walking down the street followed by a penguin... and not just an ordinary penguin, one that had a backpack... which happened to be shaped like a penguin. Not only was the teen being followed by a penguin, but he also happened to be holding a rather serious conversation with said penguin about the quality of the fish found at the market these days which, according to their deep intellectual conversation, had declined rapidly in recent days and they would have to go have a talk with the managed of the fish department at the local grocery store. Odd? Yes... but in Addison... oh so normal for the past 3 years. Every day after school and football practice were out, mornings on weekends, and every morning when school was no longer in session, the unlikely pair made their way 12 blocks down the street to the zoo where the teen worked. Ryder had been employed at the zoo since he was 14, and only two weeks into the job he had befriended the flightless bird. They had received a new shipment of penguins, and although most of them settled right in, one of them seemed to be the odd one out who was constantly picked on. With no idea how to protect the bird, they isolated him from the others in hopes that they could eventually gradually introduce him into the flock again... but the plan backfired when the bird decided that the teen who fed him every day was a better friend than the other penguins and would become horribly depressed whenever Ryder wasn't around... so, the only choice they had was to release the animal into Ryder's custody, so to speak. Ever since then Watson and Ryder had been nearly inseparable from one another. Unfortunately, now that he'd quite the football team after the brawl with Dylan, he had way too much extra time on his hands, and nothing to do with it. When he'd attempted to adopt an armadillo that he'd found on the side of the road, his mother told him to let it go and find something else to do with his time besides bring wild animals into her house. Not knowing what to do, he just went wandering with Watson. Before too long, he found himself at the barn. He didn't have a horse, and he didn't ride, but horses were still animals, and he still loved all animals. At least here he knew that all of the animals had owners, so he wouldn't be tempted to bring them home. He meandered through the barn, smiling slightly as the horses starred wide eyed at the large bird that waddled along behind him. When he made his way to the indoor arena, the first thing he noticed was the girl who appeared to have fallen off of her horse. Naturally, he was concerned. He'd never fallen off a horse before, but he didn't imagine that it was a very pleasant experience. He stepped into the arena, telling Watson to stay, and closing the gate securely behind him. "Hey, you ok?" he asked, walking over to her. Ryder was a very naturally caring person. That was why he collected animals, to make up for the lack of people to care for in his life. He had to use that care on something so he collected pets. It was only natural.

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