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Post by Carter Cohen on Mar 31, 2008 20:01:16 GMT -5
you're not being cute, dumbass, carter cohen spoke to the gelding's listening ears as he continued to charge down the rail of the large outdoor arena, kicking up sand as he raced. the teen's words were coated with a playful tone of sarcasm, but at the same time, he was vigorously taking away the outside rein, demanding the beast beneath him to come back down to a collected pace. dropping a loop in his inside rein to prevent the gelding from falling as he galloped around the corner, carter sighed, re-seating himself in the saddle and taking more demanding half-halts. finally, his mount, whom was obviously feeling good today, slowed down and simply cantered the length of the arena. thank you, the teen whispered with a large smirk covering his lips. at the same time, he applied his leg against the gelding's barrel and pushing him away from the rail in a simply leg-yield.
as the gelding neared the center of the ring, remaining on the quarter line in a gradual drift inward, he took off once more. taking ahold of the bit between his teeth, beau raised his head and thrust off of his hind limbs, launching forward. whoa, good morning! carter exclaimed with a frown. a second later, the large, black horse pulled the reins from between his rider's grasped fingers, rubbing them raw, and kicked his hind limbs up into a high buck. carter, unprepared for that smart little maneuver, first lost his sturrips, then his reins, only then to lose his seat, as well. slipping from the side of the saddle, the teen fell to the footing hard, landing on his shoulder with a groan.
sitting up from the sand, carter scratched the top of his bare, and uninflicted, head; his fingers remaining in his shaggy, curly hair for a moment. the teen witnessed the end of his gelding's sassy bucking spree as he stood from the ground, eyebrow cocked and lips pulled into a small grimace. what a bitch, he muttered in regard to his horse, whom was overly-happy about the relocation to canterbury just yesterday. brushing off his dark navy jeans and red t-shirt, carter made his way towards the end of the arena, opposite of the gate, where his gelding stood: head held high, nostrils flared, and ears perked, watching him with a childish expression.
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Post by Kailee Furillo on Apr 4, 2008 8:44:04 GMT -5
Calm down! We're going! Kailee said quietly to Stoley, trying to calm the stallion down. He pranced and let out a loud trumpeting whinny. Kailee looked around and saw a mounting block sitting right outside the barn. Quickly she mounted the big horse. Kailee's feet reached for her stirrups for a second, but then she remembered that she had taken them off of her saddle. Kailee knew that she needed to work on her lower leg. Forgeting to buckle her helmet, the girl closed her legs around Stoley's barrel and walked him towards the ring. The girl would have rather tried out the cross country course, but she wanted to be sure that she would stay on first.
As Stoley's springy walk brought them closer to the outdoor arena, her chocolate eyes caught sight of another horse and rider. Kailee watched the black horse, whom of which looked like it was feeling really good, and the rider. Kailee watched as the rider lost his stirrups and riens, then finally his seat. As the rider hit the ground, Kailee's gaze went back to the horse who was standing opposite his rider with an amused expression. Stoley pranced as both he and Kailee watched. He wanted to join in on the fun that the other horse was having.
Are you okay? Kailee called out to the other rider.
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Post by Carter Cohen on Apr 4, 2008 20:49:32 GMT -5
carter's fingers had just closed around the reins, and he reached up to pull them from were they dangled behind beau's poll. he was muttering to the gelding, tugging gently on his flared nostril. a second later, he head a voice from behind him. the soprano tone automatically told him that it was a girl speaking to him. turning around to face the person whom was addressing him, carter froze up for moment before uttering his reply, making sure that his voice was loud enough to reach her across the ring, i'm good, thanks.
the teen pulled the reins over his gelding's raised head, beginning to lead him towards the center of the ring to get back on. a small smile exposed his defined dimples. carter's eyes were directed down, feeling the embarrassment of someone he didn't know witnessing an embarrassing moment. he could only imagine how bad of a rider he had just appeared to be. beau pranced behind him, his hindquarters drifting, hey, you.. chill, the boy cooed, rubbing the horse's dark neck as he flipped the reins gently back over his ears and extended them back towards the pommel of his saddle once more. straightening out his sturrip iron, the boy glanced back to the other teen and her prancing horse, i'm sure that looked really graceful.
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Post by Kailee Furillo on Apr 8, 2008 8:21:36 GMT -5
Hey, who cares? Everyone has their days. Kailee laughed. But yes, very graceful. She smiled at the guy. Stoley shook his head, clearly saying that this was boring him. The big horse hauled on the reins. Calm down big guy. Excited much? Stoley bobbed his head as though he was saying yes.
Suddenly the big horse half reared, something Kailee was totally unprepared for. Luckly, she had been riding high strung Thoroughbreds for most of her life, not to mention Percy. Kailee easily brought the big horse back down on all 4 feet. Alright crazy. We're going in a minute.
Kailee manuvered the big horse through the gate and let him walk on a long rein. She stuck her legs out to the side and streched them before replacing them on the stallion's barrel. This is Stoley, and I'm Kailee, by the way. Kailee told the boy. That's a really nice, and pretty horse. But I haven't seen it before. Did you bring it here with you?
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Post by Carter Cohen on Apr 9, 2008 14:32:49 GMT -5
three hundred and sixty, maybe... carter mumbled to himself with an unamused expression. thankfully, though, his voice was very quiet, and his face was turned towards his saddle. he always seemed to find a way to embarrass himself, and a "bad day" for most people was pretty average for him. he was a walking handicap, and deserved to have a sign attached to his hip like large trucks do, warning everyone around him to give him a wide girth or risk the chance of death.
carter was pulled back from his own thoughts by the girl's light soprano voice. the teen took a gentle hold in beau's this mane, pulling his leg up and slipping his foot into the sturrip. thank god for being gangly, he thought to himself as he mounted quickly and pushed the gelding forward. a small chuckle pushed through carter's lips, and he looked over his shoulder at the girl after she had finished speaking. thanks, the teen's voice was bleak, but it quickly gained enthusiasm, yeah, he's my own personal slave, carter bent down a bit to pat the gelding's warm neck loudly. beau turned and continued walking, but now in the direction of kailee instead, i'm carter, by the way, he added in a sheepish voice, sitting straight in the saddle and halting the large horse beneath him, and this is beau, he gestured to the gelding beneath him with a nod of his head. a rather cute and crooked smile had blossomed once more over his expression.
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Post by Kailee Furillo on Apr 11, 2008 22:03:43 GMT -5
Kailee smiled at Cater. She wished that she could have brought Percy here to CA, but he was a stallion. Her smile faltered and her eyes glazed over......
"If you don't, I'll kill you!" A guy's voice said in in her head. Suddenly there was a gun to Kailee's head. She screamed, then heard a click.
Stoley sensed a change in his rider. Turning his head, he nudged Kailee's boot. The girl shook her head and looked down at the majestic head. She glanced up at Carter, wondering if he had noticed the sudden change in her.
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