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« Thread Started on Sept 13, 2007, 1:51pm » | |
can't take the kid from the fight,
take the fight from the kid.
First day, a new place and a new horse to become attuned to. It was promising to be a good day from the moment Aiden woke, albeit the air was a bit wintry, but that was what September was, now wasn't it? And it didn't kill him to wear a hooded sweatshirt in case he got cold, after all. The moment he had entered the stable grounds, he felt like he was back at his real home, before it had all fallen apart. The scents of clean leather, horses and the sweet feed that the equines were recieving for their breakfast was all riddled together into a wonderful mixture. It'd been a while since Aiden had been around the magnificent creatures, and he was elated to meet his assignment horse, Dusty. From what he'd been told, the horse sounded like something a rider could only dream of. Not to mention that the gelding was a Dutch Warmblood. How much better could the day get? He slipped in the side door of the barn, not trying to make his appearance there too obvious. Now moving through the barn aisle, he stole a glance at each horse's nameplate, not turning his head to look fully though, just out of habit. Noses were thrust out of the stalls open top doors, some reaching out towards his shoulder and other equines simply nickered enthusiastically for their grain, which he wasn't entitled to give. If he had his way, he'd be feeding each of the horses a small treat when they bumped his shoulder with their large muzzles, but the small handful of horse-cookies he'd bought were specifically for Dusty; rewards for good behavior, because Aiden was a push-over for horses like that. Horses, horses, horses; you just know how to bring out the best in the boy, don't you? Nearing the end of the barn aisle, he still hadn't spotted a nameplate with the title declaring "Path of Dusted Sand" or "Dusty" and was beginning to wonder if it was all in his imagination. Letting a puzzled expression find it's way over his countenance, he nearly turned around to look down the aisle of horses again, when he reached the second to last stall. There was the nameplate declaring the name of his assignment, and a smile threatened to build on his semblance, but for the moment he resisted, still needing to meet the horse before he made assumptions that this animal was perfect. The massive, noble horse head that popped up over the stall half-door with a low nicker caught Aiden by suprise, and at that moment, he did let a grin form on his face.
For a moment Aiden stood rooted to the spot in amazement, it'd been a while since he'd been in the saddle, but now he suddenly was assigned to this noble Warmblood horse. The kind of horse anyone in their right mind would dream of. Recovering from his momentary stupor, he took a step towards the horse, eyes averted from the gelding's to keep from appearing hostile upon first meeting. Aiden was always cautious like that, a bit too cautious sometimes. But Dusty seemed more interested in getting attention than going through the process of meeting, reaching out his muzzle and blowing a stream of hot air in Aiden's face. Making an assumption and determining that the horse would not react adversely to him, he clicked open the latch to the half door, stepping into the stall. "Hey there, boy." The greeting was cliche, but it seemed to be recieved well by Dusty, who perked his ears at the sound of Aiden's voice. This was a good start. Extending his hand to brush lightly over the charger's neck and tug lightly on his mane in a friendly gesture, he let his grin broaden slightly, and the horse nudged at Aiden's shoulder lightly, nipping somewhat sharply; which Aiden quickly deflected with a light jab on Dusty's cheek. "Well then, nice to meet you too." The naturally quiet male already was becoming comfortable with the demeanor of this new horse. He stepped outside the stall to grab the smartly cleaned leather halter he had seen hanging on a peg outside the stall, then returning to the enclosed space. Sliding the leather straps over Dusty's head, he noted that the horse was not too tall as some of his other horse assignments at other barns had been, and he could easily hop onto Dusty's back from the ground with no saddle if he ever wanted or needed to. Unlike some of the 17.0hh+ horses he'd seen out here. Tying a 'quick-release' knot on a securing ring in the stall, he ducked back out of the stall to fetch grooming supplies and the saddle and bridle that Dusty was to be ridden in. Upon returning to the stall, he brushed down the already dustless coat of the gelding, he had left the quick-release knot somewhat loose, letting the horse constantly reach around and watch him. Such a contradictory name, Aiden mused. A horse named Dusty; that was as shiny-clean as a just-minted-dime.
After finishing the grooming pattern that he followed religiously each time he rode a horse, he fetched the saddle pad, sliding it into place and then lifted the light english saddle onto Dusty's back. The horse seemed to know what was coming and began shifting, prancing in place like a colt. "Calm yourself down, Dusty, jeeze, you nut." Aiden laughed quietly, shaking his head and going to fetch the black bridle he had hung on the stall door peg. Unhooking the halter, he slid off the noseband of it and rehooked the straps, so that Dusty was not entirely free to cause havoc if he so wished. Putting the bridle on was a cakewalk, Dusty practically ate the bit up, and all Aiden really had to do was slide the bridle on, get everything in place and make sure the bridle fit correctly. After a quick check of the equipment, and re-check, he led Dusty out of the stall, heading for the general purpose arena. "Alright, Dusty. Lets see how you do on the flat." Hopefully well, Aiden could only hope he wouldn't make a fool of himself. Guiding the gelding who was, thankfully, not prancing like a fool, into the arena, he did another re-check of his equipment, being severely meticulous. Checking the stirrup length, he finally was satisfied that everything was in place, and swung up onto Dusty's back. But with no helmet; a bad habit of his. They set off at a comfortable walk; Aiden gaining his riding seat after fumbling with the reins for a moment, and Dusty held a comfortably handsome headset, which Aiden was satisfied with immediately. After a quick warm up, Aiden coaxed the gelding into a collected trot, watching his ears attentively and feeling every movement of the horse's sinews beneath him; listening to the horse with that sixth-sense riders seem to have. No one would ever know that the confident boy on the back of the noble horse was a survivor of some hellish circumstances, nor that he had no self esteem. He looked concentrated, communicating constantly without words to the horse as they moved along the flat arena's surface. This was not the aloof and agitated Aiden that he truely was. Just goes to show that appearances can be so decieving.
ooc; whoa, whoa. whoa! i seriously was unaware i could do 1kers. forgive the longggggness o.o
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aiden alexis wrede
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assigned to ; dusty, dutch warmblood gelding
owns ; sherekhan, quarter horse gelding
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« Reply #1 on Sept 13, 2007, 4:02pm » | |
Anna jumped out of bed, tripping over her riding boots and sent sprawling to the floor. This was more uncomfortable than it looked and not the best means to start the morning. Hoping that she hadn’t woken up the other girls in the room, Anna stood up and scrambled for the bathroom. In about fifteen minutes she was showered and clean, a towel wrapped around her and her hair thrown up in a messy bun. Sometimes Anna wondered whether she should be more obsessed with how she looked, although she had spent a couple of seconds inspecting the pimple that had popped up on her chin. She had picked up some clothes while heading out of the bedroom, and so quickly shoved these on. For some reason, her friends didn’t seem to know what the word conservative meant, and so had sent her a florescent green tee-shirt for her last birthday. Anna hated it, but she flipped the top inside out and then threw on her jodhpurs. Her hair was still a little bit damp, but she didn’t want to wake up the others with the racket of the hairdryer – since she knew how annoying that could be. Instead, Anna redid her hair, plaiting it and then pinning it back with a clip she found on the bathroom floor. She didn’t even worry about grabbing breakfast. Somehow yoghurt and cereal didn’t seem an attractive choice when she was more than likely going to be jolted around on a new horse. Anna was a little surprised to see that she had been assigned a horse upon arrival, and had been even more surprised to see that the horse in question was a large black mare with attitude. Anna had been around horse long enough to know that it was these kinds of horses that enjoyed tossing their riders off in the dirt. But not without an audience, and this usually consisted of those kinds of people who enjoyed making fun of said rider.
The whole place was bigger than Anna had remembered. Luckily she had been on a thorough inspection of the barn, and so she found that fairly easily. However, she didn’t want to have to find the mess hall in a hurry. All those new people and polite conversation sounded terribly like a school camp, and Anna had hated those. Most of the time, she and her friends had snuck out to scratch on the windows of the other dorms and plug up the student toilets with toilet rolls. God it was cold. September was here, but spring seemed to have missed the memo. Anna didn’t want to have to dash back to her room and poke around for her jumper. If someone woke up, she would have to talk to them, and Anna really couldn’t be stuffed. The barn was one of those massive affairs that anyone remotely interested in horses could spend a whole day getting lost in. Several horses looked over their stall doors as she walked through the breezeway. She looked over them carefully, noting the pricked ears and curious expressions. The horses were well looked after here. Some of them were still rugged, and Anna made her down to the middle of the barn. June was not that hard to pick out. Whereas, most of the horses were still dopey with sleep, this mare was pacing her stall, a bundle of energy and nerves. Thoroughbred, they could be real pricks if they wanted to be, and Anna had a broken arm to prove it. It appeared that the stall had been cleaned relatively recently, and the mare had scuffed the shavings into small piles. Zimbabwe did exactly the same thing, and Anna wondered whether the mare had been a racer. She was probably the kind of mare that spent their time charging the other jockeys and coming dead last.
“So, I guess this is where I introduce myself and you just stand there snorting.” Anna grinned. She was quite pleased with the athletic mare she had been promptly put in charge of, and she could tell that June was a livewire. The mare was lean and limber, with an intelligent head and a quickness that suggested she could really move when the mood took her. Anna filed that away and approached the mare carefully. She didn’t know if the mare was a biter, so she didn’t turn her back. But when the mare simply looked at her as if to ask what the hell this creature was doing outside her stall, Anna knew they would get along. “Ok, I am going to come in now girl. I have one of you back home, and if you pull any crazy tricks you are going to have an elbow in your face.” Anna slid back the lock and swung the door open, placing herself strategically, so that the mare wasn’t able to bolt out. Like most sensitive racers, June was already sweating. Anna sighed and rolled her eyes. “I thought I had left horses like you in the paddock. Let's hope you're not a bucker” The mare wore a bright blue nylon halter, and Anna grabbed for this, having the brains to have grabbed the lead rope from outside the stall. June was quickly secured to the stall door and Anna headed up the barn for her tack. Someone was obviously pedantic about matching, and the mare’s saddle blanket and polo wraps were all that same bright blue. June was about as disgusted as Anna was, and when she approached, the mare flattened her ears and sidestepped. When the mare aimed a kick, Anna stopped. “I wouldn’t do that,” she warned, giving the mare a slap on her neck to show she wasn’t going to be a doormat. All that was left was to tack the mare up and then check out all the equipment to see if it was in working order. However, judging by the condition of the stalls and horses, it probably wasn’t going to be an issue.
June snorted and walked beside her with a springiness that made Anna keep a tight grip on the reins. The outdoor arenas were around here somewhere. Today wouldn’t be about proving she could idiotically gallop around and clear an assortment of jumps. No, today was simply about seeing how the mare worked and what needed to be improved on. It seemed that all the arenas were being used. So Anna decided to take the one where only a single rider and his horse were exercising. June jigged around, and bumped into Anna. She swiped at the mare, pushing her to the side. “Get off. I don’t want any of your drama today.” The mare stood quietly enough while Anna fiddled around with the stirrups and girth. Testing for a reaction, Anna mounted and waited for an explosion. But there was none, and so she looked up to see where the other rider and his horse were, and asked the mare to walk. June seemed rather excited, making little snorting sounds that reminded Anna of a train starting off from the station. Unlike most horses that just plodded around at a walk, the mare was very animated and Anna could see it would be an interesting ride. Circling June, Anna focused on a warm-up that would let the mare get rid of the jitters and not wear her down too much. However, judging by the mare’s attitude, Anna didn’t think that this would be too much of a problem.
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| | Re: getting to know DUSTY &!
« Reply #2 on Sept 14, 2007, 11:38am » | |
Just sit back, relax
Just sit back and relapse again.
Dusty was working to a fine degree, like he was moving to an inward beat that only he and his rider could hear; Aiden was immediately concious of the horse's fluid movement, just on the dime of perfect, and it was like they'd been paired forever. The gray gelding appeared pleasantly alert, with attentive ears, and relaxed motion. Aiden was noting all this while he warmed up the gelding, marvelling over the horse's perfection, trying to find a single flaw. Oh there was a flaw alright. Just when he thought Dusty couldn't be imperfect, the dappled gelding sensed that Aiden wasn't paying total attention, and kicked up his hind legs sharply, pulling at the bit. Though Aiden remained seated and had hardly budged, he lost one of his reins for a moment, and restrained a yelp. 'Oh thats good, Aiden you idiot. Pay attention, concentrate; it helps.' He snarked inwardly to himself, reaching down to grab for the rein he dropped, and Dusty took advantage of this, curling his neck and bucking again, bringing his bony withers straight up into Aiden's jaw. The impact was short-lived but it snapped sharply, and Aiden wasn't going away from this without pain. Snarling a breathless set of curses on the horse, he snatched the other rein and pulled the gelding to a walk. Maybe he should have worn a helmet. His short temper was beginning to boil, and the horse sensed that, shying and spooking at everything. Letting himself calm down, he rolled his eyes at the gelding; reaching a hand up and wiping at his face. No blood, good. "You don't pull anymore bull, and I won't be annoyed. Deal?" Not like the horse would speak to him or anything, but it wasn't a verbal response he wanted. The horse shuffled slightly again, but began to relax and fall into a comfortable pace, which resulted in Aiden asking him to trot.
After a few minutes of uneventful riding at the trot, Aiden paused his posting actions in the saddle and cued the horse for a canter. Dusty responded with prescision time, picking up his lead and surging forward with a lenthy stride. The horse's stride was admirable, and Aiden was now elated, wanting to try the gelding on the cross country course. But he reminded to take things one thing at a time, and asked Dusty to come back to a trot. Taking the horse in serpentines across the arena at a collected trot, making good timing with each serpent-like turn. The sound of the arena gate creaking open hardly stirred Aiden, but he managed a glimpse over while Dusty behaved well on the straight out flat. A young woman was guiding her mount into the arena, an excitable little thoroughbred mare by the looks of it, racer type. Glancing back to his riding for a moment, he guided Dusty around another turn, now heading back across in his serpentine pattern, though he ended up breaking the pattern off to ride along the rail again now that there was another rider. Taking him towards the end of the ring, he asked the horse to halt from a trot, and was pleased with the outcome. "Good boy Dusty." He praised the gelding, reaching down and scritch-scratching lightly at the horse's dappled neck, tugging a few strands of the blackened mane lightly.
But the moment that Dusty noticed the new rider, he about threw a hissy fit, not wanting to share the arena with another person. Jeeze, how dare another horse intrude on his space? The gelding threw his head around, sawing at the bit and began prancing in place, lunging forward only to halt suddenly; Aiden gripped the reins and began easing pressure on them, coaxing Dusty to stop his little tantrum and behave. For a minute the horse simply kicked backwards in place, snorting and flailing his head like a colt, then began to prance in place; a Piaffe. Which would have brought laughter to Aiden had he meant to cue the movements, but learning stuff entirely by accident seemed to be his forte. Now to figure out how he cued that, write it down in his mental notebook, keep it in mind. After a minute of the elegant movement, Dusty fell back to a standstill, snorting like a colt, stabbing at the earth with his hooves like a heavy footed horse. "Yeah, showing off for the girls are you? Idiot." Aiden was getting irked with Dusty's antics, but was entirely focused on learning and understanding the horse; figuring out what triggered his bad habits. Glancing towards the now mounted thoroughbred mare, he guided Dusty back towards the center of the ring, circling him whenever he sawed at the bit, teaching him his own habits and understanding the horse's habits. After a while the two had returned to a somewhat fragile unison, and Aiden began to settle from his irritated mood, letting his expression go back to a blank. Taking a curious look at the other rider now, he watched the blonde girl circle her antsy thoroughbred mare; letting the horse relax and become accustomed to the surround she would be ridden in. Dusty now seemed comfortable, and stood with a handsome headset, watching the other pair as well. After a minute Aiden asked his gelding to walk, and they moved forward, a few strides away from the mare and her rider, he nodded a vacant 'hello'. "Looks like you got one of the fun horses." He observed, letting a faint grin slip over his countenance as he watched the confident young woman work with her jitter-bug mare, turning Dusty around and beginning to work a small figure eight pattern with him, letting the horse relax and fall into a pattern so he wasn't fidgeting.
ooc: suckypost. appologies. >.<
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this used to be our secret,
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aiden alexis wrede
nineteen year old male
prefers the adrenaline rush of cross country;
assigned to ; dusty, dutch warmblood gelding
owns ; sherekhan, quarter horse gelding
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« Reply #3 on Sept 14, 2007, 5:49pm » | |
Well, it seemed like June wasn't the only horse feeling a bit sarky today. What had first appeared to be a decent display of horsemanship seemed to be coming apart at the seams. Anna thought that was a bit too kind, perhaps ripped would be a better description. The gelding bucked and the rider fell forwards - who would have guessed - and she bet that hurt. But the rider didn't stop his horse to have a good sob, instead he drove him on with a determination that Anna applauded. Unfortunately, while she was gawking at the other rider, the mare took the opportunity to put on her own particular performance. Anna tightened the reins into a death grip. No way was June going to buck and dump her in the dirt. The mare seemed to be tuned out and continued to swish her tail and hollow her back, making it all in all, quite an uncomfortable ride. "Oh for god sake, calm down," Anna snapped. No, she knew enough about these kinds of horses to realise that all the positive thinking in the world wasn't going to change their behaviour. Instead they needed a firm hand, and a rider that wasn't going to take any crap. It seemed when Anna had filled out that criteria sheet, the office administration had seen something in her that would work with this mare. But this wasn't going to be the result if she didn't concentrate. It was time to stop watching said horse and rider, and start d**n paying attention to her own. Loosening the reins a little more, Anna squeezed with her lower calves and pushed the mare into a spanking trot. Sometimes that was all these crazy horses wanted, to blow off their steam and then put in a good workout. June seemed appreciative and the mare's trot was surprisingly good. Whoever, had been partnered with the mare beforehand, had given her more care than Anna would have thought necessary. But the mare's mane was pulled and trimmed, along with her fetlocks. Zimbabwe was usually kept in paddock condition, with a little extra flab than was needed. But heck, when she could swing up onto June's back with nothing more than a halter and lead rope, the mare could pig-out as much as she wanted.
June was listening more than before and Anna had relaxed. Her death grip had changed to the less important cautious grip, and they had maintained a balanced trot for a good ten minutes. Anna made sure that they didn't bump into the other horse and rider, it seemed that two psychos in the arena at any one time was not a good mix. She could imagine the squealing and the bucking and the general rowdiness a crash would create. So, Anna stuck to one end of the arena and made darn sure that June didn't try to make friends with that nasty looking gelding. The mare was starting to respond to more aids than the do this or die ones, and Anna was starting to relax and allow herself a small feeling of elation. It was never good to get too far ahead of yourself while riding, horses were experts in puncturing a bloated ego - or a swollen head. Anna could tell that June would get a bit of horsey amusement out of that, and so she stuck firmly in the saddle, for safety as well as for other more personal reasons. "There's no way you're going to get the opportunity to buck me off pretty girl. You're just going to have to sit there, grin and bear it, because I don't intend on going anywhere." Anna laughed, and the mare snorted, obviously deciding that there was some crazy woman on her back. "Nah, I'm not crazy June. I just know too many horses to let you get away with misbehaving. There is my reputation to keep up you know." And it was true. Anna had no doubt that horses kept in connection through some other means humans had yet to know about. Therefore, it wouldn't seem odd if she failed horribly at the academy and came home to find Zimbabwe morphed back into some stupid ex-racer. Actually, June and Zimbabwe would go quite well together, although one had to think of the children. "I think you're like me girl, no men in your life is a good thing. After all, who wants to be tied down with commitments?"
Sometimes it seemed that no matter how hard you try, things always slip through to surprise you. And this was exactly what happened when Anna looked up from where she was working the mare to see the other horse and rider watching them. Great, just great. Anna checked to make sure her heels were down, she didn't have piano hands or chicken elbows and that she could manage a smile. Now it would seem the rider wanted to socialise, although Anna wasn't so sure whether June would want to make friends. However, the rider checked his horse a couple of metres away and looked as though he didn't want to crowd the mare. Heck, if Anna was in his position, neither would she. June didn't seem aggressive though, just curious and so Anna brought her slowly to a stop and allowed the mare to study the strangers. Hang on, maybe the mare and gelding weren't strangers. If they shared the same arrangements, then probably at some time, they had been in the paddock together. However, there was the whole matter of the boy shouting at her, and Anna responded as best she could. "Yeah, I think they saw us coming and wanted to have a bit of a laugh." The boy turned his horse away and so she added hurriedly, "I'm Anna by the way." Anna groaned, that could not have been anymore awkward. Smooth Anna, real smooth. I'm sure he was so impressed.
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