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Post by kbetzina on Jan 2, 2011 21:56:14 GMT -8
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It had been a while since Karlee had just taken her quarter horse/ paint mare, Bella, out for a ride. She usualy didn't get ridden unless it was a barrel race, or practicing for a barrel race. Bella was a high strung mare, due to her barrel racing heritage. And she was young, Karlee figured that had to do with it. Bella was what you might call, explosive and occasionaly dangerous. Like herself. Bella and Karlee where a perfect team, and both where young and full of energy. Karlee walked into the stables, and to Bella's stall. Hey babe.. Karlee coo'd to the mare, stroking her face as she came to the door. The chestnut paint mare was obviously looking for treats, not just a good pet. Karlee smiled and reached into her pocket, pulling out a mollasses treat and feeding it to the mare. Sshh. Don't tell Reno, he might get jelous. Karlee had a habit, a habit of talking to her animals. Not like she was expecting them to talk back, but that was the point. No snarky, rude, sarcastic comments.
Not like that girl Bridger she met at the mall. Not that she wanted to meet her. She had met a cute guy, Luke, his name was. Then Bridger just happened to show up. She found out all three of the wonderful and fantastic people she met rode at crossfire. There was only one she ever hoped to see again, Luke. She and Bridger did not hit it off, at all. The snarky rude witch was lucky karlee didn't break her nose. But that was all in the past.
Karlee pulled Bella out of her stall, the mare's bright blue halter looking great against her white and copper fur. Karlee was tiny, at a little less than five foot two, and Bella was a big, bulky fifteen point three hand high mare. Karlee's other horse was sixteen point two. Large horses did not bother her, and she handled them fairly well. She was strong for her build, despite her looks. Karlee knew how to defend herself, against people and horses. She tied the mare up on the cross ties, and Bella immediately began to paw. Oh quit it Bells. She said, the mare had a habit, she had since she was just a baby. Karlee had even had trainers try to teach the mare to stop pawing, and she just would not stop. It helped her make her point. Untie me. Now. Or I will eat your face. That was obviously what the mare was implying, or so Karlee thought.
A thorough grooming job left the mare in a better mood. Thats my good girl. Karlee said, rubbing the copper paints ears. She snorted in return, and karlee giggled. Silly mare. She patted the mares stomach, then went to get her tack. She thru the saddle pad and saddle onto the horse, and Bella stood there doing nothing. She was very good grooming, saddling and mounting. It was once you where on her back where the problems occured. The girl finished tacking up her horse, and put the Bridal on the saddle horn, carrying with her a lounge line and whip. Because she had not rode the hyperactive mare in a while, she would need to lounge her for a few minutes before getting on. There was no horse Karlee knew better than her mare, and if she didn't ride her at least every other day, all hell broke loose under saddle. She would be careful. She never wore a helmet, so she was looking rather to just not fall, then protect herself when she did fall.
Karlee and Bella walked to the outdoor arena, and Karlee clipped the lounge line to bella's halter. Walk on. Karlee said, placing the whip behind the paint's butt. She started to walk, and karlee gave her more line, so that the line was almost all the way out. She kissed to the horse, asking for a faster gait, and Bella moved into a trot. She had the typical western horse jog, and kept it up for a couple laps around Karlee. Then Karlee asked for a lope, and Bella picked it up willingly. She had a fairly fast paced lope, but always held her head low. She would make a good performance horse, Karlee always thought, if she wasn't so excited when you bring her into an arena. She always thought she had to run, which was partially Karlee's fault. It was the way she had trained her.
After about ten minutes of Lounging, Karlee took Bella's halter off and put the bit in the mares mouth, slipping the bridal over her head. She began to chew excitedly on the bit. Karlee fixed her forelock, and put the reins over the mares head. Surprisingly, Karlee could get on the horse despite the overwhelming size difference. She practically just pulled herself onto the horse. Bella took a couple steps forward and Karlee put slight pressure on her reins. Whoa Bella. Bella started to side pass excitedly. Karlee spun her in a circle. Not already you psyche. Karlee mumbled, and Bella began to toss her head excitedly. Walk on. Karlee commanded the mare, who tugged on the bit, wanting to go faster. Karlee couldn't resisit, she was a speed demon. Bella was the fastest horse she had ever ran, even faster than her ex race horse, Reno.
Alright girl, lets go. Karlee put her reins forward, and acted just like it was a barrel run. The pair tore around the outside of the arena, Bella kicking up dirt on the turns. When Karlee reached the end of the arena, she asked Bella for a tight turn, and the Mare turned it just like a barrel run. Dust flying every where. Karlee let her run to the other side of the arena, then turned her away from the gate,a nd tried to slow her down. She started hopping, as if trying to stop, but obviously not wanting to stop. Whoa, Bells. Whoa girl. The mare started to toss her head and rear. She reared almost straight up, and Karlee leaned forward. Bella then began to buck like a manic, Karlee stayed on, riding her like a bronc, but the mare started to twist and spin while she bucked. Karlee pulled her out of her circle by making her go the other way. Bella reared again, and then bolted, tearing off. Karlee again stayed on, but had lost one stirrup. She spun Bella in the other direction, and Bella stopped. Karlee was practically hanging off the side of the saddle, and pulled herself back into the saddle, getting her feet back in the stirrups.
Bella bolted again, And Karlee got her to stop, but the mare reared up, almost going over, but Karlee pushed her back down. Causing anouther bucking fit. What the hell is your problem?! Karlee managed to yell while trying to spin the crazy bucking mare.
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Post by buckle2 on Jan 2, 2011 23:04:15 GMT -8
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[/i] nice. Bridger came up to the barn within a few short minutes after she had left her apartment downtown. The one thing she did like about her new, lavish apartment was the fact that it was within walking distance from the barn. Not that she would ever walk there, but it was nice to have the option. Her parents had just shipped over her Italian sports car from their home back in England. The little yellow convertible didn't really fit in at this place, but she had to get around somehow. Bridger parked in front of the main barn, glad that she was here. The all too familiar smell of horses overwhelmed her senses as she hopped out of the car. She locked the doors habitually and made her way purposefully into the barn. She was greeted by a sudden warmth and a few nickers here and there. Bridger made her way down the aisle of horses to her and Wyatt's stalls in the back. She liked having her horses semi-secluded from everybody else. She didn't like the idea of other people messing with her very high quality show horses. Her parents had paid a small fortune for these animals, and it would be a shame to see any harm come to them. The four horses her and her brother had were fine creatures who were at the top of their game. She technically only owned one of the horses, but she practically took care of her brother's, as well. Bridger smiled when her buckskin Quarter Horse stuck his head over the stall door and let out a whinny in greeting. That horse had a way of instantly putting her in a better mood. She was still a little annoyed by the incident at the mall earlier. Some little brat had gotten under her skin with her bratty attitude and inability to take a joke. Bridger pushed the memory to the back of her mind and patted the gelding's nose. "Good boy, Trigger." Trigger Happy, or Trigger, was an eight year old gelding that Bridger's brother had found for her at an auction at a horse show. The gelding was a cow horse that could perform anything Western. Bridger had grown up her whole life in the English world, and she was quite succesfull and skilled in that area of practice. Once she got to the point where her and her old Hanoverian were dominating the showring, she wanted to do something a little different and challenging. She started out with western pleasure, and her and Trigger made a great pair. The buckskin came from a performance horse barn that speciaized in all around Western horses. Pretty soon, the pair was tearing up the ring in events such as reigning, cutting, and roping. Bridger found the world of Western riding exhilerating. It was a big change from her background as and English rider, but she adjusted well and became very good, very fast. It helped to have the best trainers around working with her daily, but still, she was a talented rider when she wanted to be. The brunette peeked into the other stalls next to Trigger's to check on the other horses. Wyatt's bunch was of just as good quality. I Only Date Models, Mode, was a giant, jet black Hanoverian that was a killer showjumper and dressage horse. Run For It, Raine, specialized in show jumping and cross country. She was off the track, so she was still a little high strung. His last horse, Tiger Image, was Bridger's favorite. The Paint stallion was a reigner, and he was a good one at that. He had an attitude on him that was prideful and cocky. When that horse entered the showring, it was to win. Bridger respected the stallion and rode him any chance she could get. If it weren't for her need to work Trigger, she probably would have hopped on him right that instant. She gave the stallion a good scratch over and refocused her attention back to her horse. Trigger lowered his head as she put his lime green halter on. Bridger led him out into the aisle and efficiently groomed him until he was spotless. Next, she grabbed her high dollar tack from the tack room and saddle him up. Once she was pleased with her job, she slipped the hackamore onto the buckskin's head and led him toward the arena. It was a relatively nice day, so Bridger decided that the outdoor arena would do just fine. Bridger wasn't really paying any attention the the other rider in the arena when she entered. She realized that it was another female and that she was present, but other than that she had no interest. She was here to work, not socialize. Socializing was better left for the bar. She mounted her 15.2 hand horse easily, her long legs finding the stirrups in a matter of mere seconds. She settled herself in the comfy seat of her saddle before pressing her spurs lightly into Trigger's sides. The gelding dropped his head instantly and gathered himself up on command. Bridger loosened her reigns, giving him a considerable amount of slack, as she asked him for a walk to the rail. Trigger obliged willingly, glad to be out and working. The horse was bombproof. He was used to everything, his previous owner had made sure of that. He grew up on a working farm so he had seen, and done it all. So much so, he didn't even flinch when the other horse in the arena raced past at a breakneck speed. Bridger rolled her eyes instinctively, annoyed how the other girl could have no respect for her. She could tell that the girl was having some difficulty with her fiesty horse. The Paint was rearing and bucking like nobody's business. Bridger watched as the girl clung to the saddle as they fought around the arena. She was staying on, she would give her props for that. Many times, Bridger thought the blonde was coming off, but somehow she managed to keep her seat. The horse was pitching a fit over there, but Bridger was pleased that Trigger was being so good. She patted his neck as she asked him for a jog. He dropped his head and transitioned smoothly into his western pleasure jog that was more like a float than anything. Bridger felt as if she were gliding along the rail not even touching the ground. Trigger was a very smooth mover, and for that Bridger was grateful. Just as Trigger moved into a lope, Bridger looked across the arena and saw that the other horse and rider had finally come to a standstill. She breathed a sigh of relief for the girl until she finally came to the realization of just who she actually was. It was that little brat, Karlee, from the mall. Bridger pressed her spur into Trigger's side, moving him in the other girl's direction. A scowl immediately enveloped her face as she neared the other horse and rider. A sardonic smile played on her lips as she spoke in a mocking tone, "Need some help? Looks like your horse is a little spooky." Bridger looked around, noticing nothing that would sent the horse off like that. Maybe it was just a naturally hot horse. She would never want one like that. Bridger hated having to lunge a horse before riding. She felt like it only wore them out, but in some cases, she was guessing this was one of them, the horses were unrideable until their energy was released. Bridger found it exhausting, but to each his own. Once she knew that the kid was safe, she eyed her up and down. "Kinda hoped I'd never see you again..." She looked down to the girl's horse and shrugged her shoulders. " No such luck..." Bridger spun Trigger on a dime and took off at a lope down the center of the arena. She made two large circles, following the pattern of her hoofprints as she circled back around. When she reached the middle, she asked for a flying lead change, and smiled when the buckskin performed without even a movement from her hand. She prided him in being able to respond to only the slightest leg pressure. She hated using a bit on him, especially since reigning horses weren't meant to have someone all up in their faces like in barrel racing or pole bending. 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TAG!? - mystic and karleeee
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MUSE!? - raise your glass by P!NK
CLOTHING!? - clothes. tack.
NOTES!? - so much muse. xD
CREDIT!? - Goes to Squee @ CautionTwo.Oh, bishes.
>_> Steal it and I'll eat your face.
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Post by kbetzina on Jan 4, 2011 16:40:25 GMT -8
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The horse just would not stop. No matter the effort she put into trying to stop her, she didn't want to stop. And when a thing with a mind of its own that weighed a lot more than you did not want to do something, there was no forcing it to do anything. Karlee's colt, Reno, was much more well behaved than her crazy mare. But thats what she got a barrel racing horse. The horse kicked butt on a barrel pattern, but you couldn't do anything else with the brainless mare. At this, her day just seemed to be getting worse and worse.
Karlee had not noticed a second rider enter the arena, for the fact that she was too focused on her crazy horse. It was a female on a horse about Bella's size, she noticed. Then, she heard a voice. The voice. Her voice. She knew it was Bridger without even looking. She could tell by the voice. She remembered stuff about people she had to watch out for. It came with the territory, having to watch your back everywhere you went. Now, in the one place she felt safe and secure, apart from the psychotic horse trying to throw her off, she had to resist the urge to break some bitches nose. Life was complicated wasn't it? The girl was obviously mocking her. She's not spooky, shes just an ass. Karlee was too focused to even say something rude to the girl. Bella gave a large rear again, Karlee forcing her back down.
Karlee pulled the reins into her knee, and spurred with her outside leg, making the mare spin in a circle. Bella's one blue eye was facing towards Karlee, wide and frightened. But Bella always had a frightened look on her face, so Karlee did not do anyting about it. Whoa. She said firmly to Bella, applying steady pressure on the bit, and Bella stopped. She seemed to be trembling. Karlee stroked the mare's neck. Ssh baby its okay. Bella's coat was drenched in sweat. Her legs where shaking. She nudged the mares sides, and she walked on. Karlee had to hold her head down, the horse obviously wanted to run, but was behaving better now. Bella had been punished, and she knew it. It just took a little while to get her attention, but after that, she made a pretty good horse.
At Bridgers next comment, Karlee rolled her eyes and smirked. The feelings mutual, hun. But we do live in a small town. She refused to get outraged. Merely because it would make her nut of a horse freak out again. Or so she feared. Bella was still shaking and trembling with energy. She looked like she was about to run any minute. Bridger rode her horse around the arena, and Karlee admired the way her horse was responding. She had never had the pleasure of riding a horse that moved so easy. On a barrel pattern, bella was practically push button. Just spur her side and she spun the barrel, but anywhere else she was a nut. And Reno was young and he was her english horse. He didn't get much practice in with stuff like that. She merely used him for jumping and cross country.
Karlee nudged Bella so that she would jog. She had a steady jog when Karlee held her back. She tossed her head a few times, obviously begging to go faster. Easy Bells. Karlee said quietly, keeping the mare steady. She tossed her head every few steps, not liking the slow pace. She was listening though, and thats all that mattered. She watched as Bridger rode, silently admiring the horses attitude. Why can't you be like her horse, bells? Bella was a pretty mare, but nobody ever said "wow i wish I had your horse" unless they where on a barrel pattern. Professional rodeo riders had offered her money for Bella before when they have seen her run. Bella was a haul ass barrel horse, but Karlee wanted a horse she could do more with then just run barrels.
Karlee kissed to Bella, urging the mare into a lope. The pressure the horse was putting on the bit was increasing as the speed increased, and it took Karlee more effort to hold the horse back. Karlee had Bella's head collected, and then the mare started to freak out again. Without hesitation the horse started to buck. Spinning this way and that, like a rodeo bull. This time, Karlee lost her seat, and fell to one side. Bella took off running, and Karlee went dragging behind. One boot got stuck in the stirrup. After a few moments of being drug by the horse, Karlee's foot came out, making her skid a little ways and the horse kept going. Wilding throwing bucks as it did so. She had a throbbing pain in he ankle, but it wasn't broken, she could tell. She grabbed her boot that had fallen by her.
It took her some effort, but she managed to stand, keeping all weight off her food. Her horse was flying wildly around the arena. You stupid horse! Your so fucking lucky your not dog food! Karlee chucked her boot across the arena, not towards anyone, just in anger. Now, realizing she needed it, started to walk towards it. It was almost impossible for her to put weight on her hurting ankle. She was limping violantly. She had almost forgotten that Bridger was in the arena. Bridger was probably laughing histarically at her, she could hear it. Embarrassment was one of Karlee's worst fears. The pain from her ankle was almost making it impossible for her to see or hear. You... dumb.. horse.. She said, starting to stumble. Her head then started to throb.
Karlee fell over, passed over. Bella had kicked her in the head when she was being drug, she just had not realized it then.
OOC;; I had so much muse xD decided to add some drama, this might help make them not so cynical to eachother.
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