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WARRIOR POET ONCE SAID ,
" you're not dead yet so live like you could be . "
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Finally, I can take Dance into the little arena and get him to chill around me. Skye's light blue eyes followed the girl who had been lunging her horse in the smallest arena for a while now. She was waiting for this person to just leave and give someone else a turn. Today was the day Skye was going to get her wild, thoroughbred horse, Dance, to calm down. He was crazy and she was beginning to think that he wasn't worth her time.

Skye had only gotten Dance about two weeks ago. He was given to her off the track because after he injured himself he couldn't race anymore. He was totally fine though. The vet cleared him for just about everything, including jumping. This is who Skye planned to do the 3'6 on by the end of the year. At this rate, though, that wasn't going to happen. It wasn't the matter of his personality or athleticism, he was just too high strung.

The seventeen year old girl dashed into the barn grabbing a lung line, hooking it to her horses halter, and lead him out of his stall and to the arena. As they walked Skye held the rope in one hand and the horse mindlessly tossed his head. She snatched at the rope every once in a while mumble "quit" to herself as she did so.
She stepped into the fenced off area, grabbing a lung whip on her way in, and shut the gate. Finally, she had the time she needed to just spend with this horse.

He knew what to do on a lung line. It was obvious when he started to trot circles around her. Skye watch her horse's flowing trot, the way his legs moved, why didn't he just start as a hunter? As time went on and he could canter quietly on the line Skye decided to take the rope off of him. She undid the small silver clip and dropped it in the dirt. To her surprise he stood there. She expected the animal to take off running, but instead he stood there.

Skye took a couple of steps to his side and put her hand on his withers. She started patting him, hie back, his neck, his stomach, his legs, and through everything he just stood there. It's a miracle.
When things seemed as though they were looking up, she started waking forward wondering if he would follow. No such luck. Instead he took off bucking, kicking rearing, everything you could think of. Skye put her hands on her hips, waiting for the spazz attack to end. She bent down to quickly pick up the lung line and somewhere between that and trying to catch him she felt a sudden knock against her hand. "Holy sh-" She whispered to herself as she clutched her hand. The horse stopped his tantrum and started trotting laps around the small arena while Skye was in the middle clutching her hand because it hurt like hell.

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His palomino coat caught hold of the sun's afternoon rays as we moved from the tree-covered trails into the open area around the barn. Swaying back to forth as he trotted actively forward, ears perked and head lowered as his breathing remained calm. My eyes survayed the area as we trotted in. It still hadn't sunk in that this was now home. It seemed so different than what I had left behind in Canada. I shook my head clear of thought and looked forward. As we neared the barn I collected up my reins in one hand and pulled back slightly, enough so that the stallion would at least feel it.

"Easy up Cat,"

I mumbled to the stallion as he slowed to a walk. Kat Scratch Fever let out a soft snort and moved from trot to walk easily. He continued to slow as I shifted in the saddle, positioning myself to swing off of his back. As I swang one leg over his back, the palomino came to a dead stop and turned his head towards me, watching as I landed with a thump beside him. I gave him a lop-sided smile and tipped my hat at him before coming up to his face and rubbing along his wide white blaze.

"Nice riding there brother,"

I hooked my arm through the reins, Cat and I walking towards the barn easily. I looked back to have my eyes scan over his build. Cat's coat shining in the sunlight, damp with a light sweat from a hard ride. However, with his young spirits the colt seemed ready for everything. He seemed disappointed that we were done. But, no matter how energetic he was, I was in no position to overwork him. He was young and still growing. My other hand raising to touch the rim of my hat and pulling it more over my face, covering it from the last few rays of sun before we would move into the shade of the barn.

Suddenly Cat's ears perked forward at the sound of squealing in the air. Stopping dead in his track, yanking my arm up with the reins. Snorting loudly as he scanned the area around him, ready to run for whatever reason. A shrill squeal left his lips in response, swaying from side to side, dragging me behind him. I swiftly moved to grab the reins in my other hand and tugged at them. Cat snorted loudly, trying to raise his head higher in the air.

"Relax!"

My voice raising so that the stallion would hear my voice over his fussing and screaming. I scanned over the barn quickly, seeing if I could find the source of the sound; a lose horse, an injured person, anything. I caught the sight of a horse rearing, with a girl now craddling her hand. An instant worry came over me and I let out a sharp whistle. Cat perked up as I swung myself easily onto his back again, giving him a firm kick in the barrel. The Quarter Horse sent himself flying as I collected the reins, sending him in the direction of the girl. A low word slipping from between my lips,

"Aw shit,"

Cat snorted loudly as we came to the fence, sliding to a stop while I flung myself off of his back and over the fence. Not minding the horse that was trotting lap around the arena. Also not giving a second thought about what Cat would be doing once I flung off his back. I came up behind the girl, my arms wrapping around her instinctively to help her get up and get her balance. I wasn't sure what had happened but it was never a good sign to see a horse rearing with a person clutching at their hand.

"Ma'am, what happened?"

Concern in my voice as I spoke to her, reaching for her hand gently.

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ooc: sorry! need to get back into the hang of playing him. it'll get better!

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WARRIOR POET ONCE SAID ,
" you're not dead yet so live like you could be . "
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I'm going to kill that loser for kicking me! Thats all I could think of as I shut my eyes trying to take away whatever pain was going through my hand right now. In the background Dance was still acting like a nut case, trotting laps around the small arena, well I guess it's better he didn't have that lung line on him or else he would've snapped his neck by now. If that horse did anything to hurt himself I would die. A chance to get something that nice for free is a once in a life time chance, forget the fact he's crazy.

At this point I was frustrated with him. "Dance, chill!" I ordered him, but, being a horse, he didn't exactly listen. Instead he tossed his head having himself a grand time. I stood up and straightened out. I gently let go of my hand and let it fall slowly to my side. I could ignore a small injury like this, I was sure there was nothing really wrong, it just stung.

Dance was starting to slow down and occasionally walk. I took a deep breath, ran my good hand through my high ponytail, straightened out my light gray sweatshirt, and started trying to catch my horse. Yes, my horse. The crazy one that just kicked me.
"Sh, it's okay buddy." I started talking to him and his ears perked up as he lifted his head. He was standing totally still, this was my chance to let this battle between us end. I didn't have a lead rope or lung line but the lung line was sitting in the middle of the ring, I could walk him over there when I caught him, no big deal. I finally got close enough and stroked his neck with my good hand. With my other... not so good hand I grabbed his halter and, of course, he flug his head back and took of trotting.

My fingers felt like they were going to break off, and the palm of my hand where I had been kicked felt like it was just chopped in half by a butchers knife. I went back the my previous position of holding my hand against my body. It hurt like hell.

I wasn't paying attention to anything besides my hand, there better be nothing wrong with it! All of the sudden I could hear Dance pick up his pace and stand at the other end of the small arena. He was snorting and squealing and carrying on but I ignored him. At this point for all I cared he could've jumped the fence and been out of my life forever.

"Ma'am, what happened?"

My eyes had been sealed shut so I hadn't seen this guy coming. He seemed to just be there all of the sudden. "My crazy horse kicked me, but it's fine, no big deal." I was shaking my head hesitant to give him my hand. "It's just a bruise." I told him as I slowly opened my hand.

I hadn't looked at it but the palm was a faint blue with obvious signs of popped blood vessels. There were a couple of shallow scraps but nothing too bad. My fingers that wouldn't fully open were bright red, then again that could've just been from the cold.

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horses Back to December "Dance" . Leroy Brown "Leroy" . For Your Entertainment "Derby"
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Cat snorted loudly as he trotted along the outside of the arena, his reins swaying from side to side with his movements. His ears perked forward as he tried to get the other horse's attention. After all, he still was young. He didn't know when it was good to interact with another horse and when it was bad to. This would probably be a bad time to interact with the other horse, considering that might excite him. But Cat didn't clue in on that.
I could hear Cat's rustling as the young woman's horse squealed at the other end of the arena. Recognizing his low whinny towards the other horse but forgetting about him as I focused my attention on the woman. My eyes resting on her hand as I listened to her explain, claiming that it was no big deal. I looked up at her, noticing that she was shaking her head before hesitantly offering her hand to me. I gave her a lop sided smile, trying to show her that I was there to help her and there was no reason to hesitate.

"I think it's a litte more than a bruise ma'am,"

I mumbled to her, letting my hand gently touch at hers. Running my fingers softly against her palm, noticing the faint blue colouring. It was more than a bruise, under her skin there were popped blood vessels. Anyone who wasn't blind could see that. However, a slight relief came over me. It could have been worse. The way I saw her horse yank himself out of her grip had made me think it was worse. These would heal on their own, she just needed a temporary treatement for the pain she was feeling; something to numb it. Something as simple as ice. I've had these before. The scraps were no worry to me, everyone got scrapped up a little sometimes when working with an unexperienced horse.

"Looks like you'll need some ice,"

I spoke softly as I moved my eyes off of her hand and looked up at her. The confident caring smile still sweeping across my face. If we couldn't find ice, which I was unsure about with this new barn, I would sacrafice one of my bandanas in my tack locker and run it under cold water for her.

I was just about to take her to the barn to help with the pain in her hand before I remembered her horse and looking over in his direction. I watched as her snorted and squealed, fussing at the other end of the arena. Cat was still trying to get his attention, to play with him, from the outside of the arena. He seemed like he was going to be a tricky one to get if she wanted him caught before we got her looked at. I cleared my throat a little before speaking.

"Before we get you checked up, what do we do about 'im?"

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WARRIOR POET ONCE SAID ,
" you're not dead yet so live like you could be . "
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My eyes stayed focused on my hand that I held out in front of me. No it wasn't bad or anything, but if you think about it, getting kicked by a horse hurts no matter what. I must have been really nice lately because usually with my kind of lucky my hand would have been broken and Kane would be yelling at me about it, again.

"I think it's a little more than a bruise ma'am,"

More then a bruise? No, it couldn't be. I wouldn't let it be. My head just shook in denial. It was fine, that was my story and I was going to stick to it.
When his fingers started running across my hand I wanted to pull it away. Sure it wasn't the worst amount of pain I had ever dealt with, but it still hurt. As his fingers moved across my palm I unknowingly wrinkled my nose and shut my eyes halfway.

"Looks like you'll need some ice,"

This I could agree with. "Yeah." I mumble mainly to myself as I nodded my head. I was figuring on putting ice on it when I got home, I just hadn't gotten that far yet.

"Before we get you checked up, what do we do about 'im?"

Oh yeah, Dance was still running around like a freak. Of course this horse would make me look like an incompetent kid who couldn't control her own horse. "Um..." I looked in his direction noticing how he was beginning to slow himself down. He was a mess, all sweaty and breathing heavy. He needed to walk. The other horse, the one outside of the fence... wait was that this guy's horse?.. seemed to be making an effort to get Dance's attention. Dance finally gave in to the other horses desire and trotted over to the fence. His head was held higher then I had ever seen, maybe he was making himself even taller then the other horse? "Catch him? Eventually." I looked back at the stranger standing beside me and shrugged. I dreaded the thought of having to interact with m own horse again today. Judging by the tack on what I though was his horse, he was a "cowboy". "You can try if you want. He won't come to me."

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horses Back to December "Dance" . Leroy Brown "Leroy" . For Your Entertainment "Derby"
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notes If you decide that your character wants to catch Dance I give you permission to power-play him in your next post if you would like