Post by infinity on Sept 25, 2010 17:13:35 GMT -8
The massive thoroughbred struggled against the reins, nearly leaping in place at the restriction. But the wiry person on her back would not let her go forward. They were two beings locked in a battle of wills, and Alex was not going to let the filly have her way. After one last yank, the filly stood still, her muscular chestnut body quivering with anger at the human who bent her will. There ya are. soothed the jockey. The filly struck the ground with her foreleg, ears lightly pinned. Even if she was obeying, she didn't like it one bit. Alex slowly crouched over the filly's neck, taking her sweet time. The filly needed to realize she wasn't the one in charge. She didn't like that. Finally Alex dug in her heels, and the filly took off like a rocket. But it wasn't long until she started bucking. She so resented the being on her back that she didn't want her on anymore. Alex clung to the chestnut neck, and began smacking the filly with the whip, causing her to throw up her head and pour on the speed. As soon as Alex went to check her, because this was not supposed to be an all out run, the filly put on the brakes. She did a rather professional looking sliding stop, even backing up until Alex relaxed the reins. You silly doofus, murmured Alex, you are not, I repeat, are not, a Quarter Horse. The mare was huffing and puffing, but it was mainly from anger. Alex again dug in her heels, but now got a nice, slow gallop. The mare was far from happy, but she was obeying. At least so far.