Rules:
1. No godmoding/powerplaying.
2. have fun.
3. no magical/gifted horses
4. no giant horses or perfect master olympic riders/horses.
5. you all get the idea. lol. ^_^ and NO chatspeak please!
setting: Tall Oaks Riding Stables, early morning at about 5:30, and it is the very beginning of Fall.
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Nostrils flared in and out with each breath inhaled and exhaled deeply. Hooves struck against the ground in a swift rythm; tressles of a long black mane pulled back as his strong legs blurred against the dark of the morning. Upon his back, Tess sat up straight in the small english saddle, her light blue eyes staring right at the spot where the sky and the earth met. Her fingers gripped the leather braided manes gently, low above the horse's neck. A braid fell against the upper part of her back - blonde and straight as as a whip; shorter strands blew around her gentle face. She could feel the energy her horse contained and her heart hammered in her chest wildly, the crisp morning air sending chills down her spine.
"Easy-yyy," she murmured quietly, sitting back the slightest bit and giving the horse a half-halt with only one of her reins. In an instant, the tall arab slowed to an energetic trot and then finally to a walk. "That's my boy." Her voice only came out at a whisper at that and Tess leaned forward to stroke his neck just beneath his mane, smiling. Finally, she stopped him and dropped her stirrup irons, letting her legs dangle at his sides.
"You know, Sacred..." Tess now leaned all the way foreward, resting her cheek against the top of the horse's neck, taking in his scent. "I wish it was always quiet like this...it's nice."
Sacred only stood there, ears swivling to and fro, picking up each and every sound made and listening intently to the sixteen year-old's soft words. Her eyes were still fixed at that shadow and she could just barely make out a tiny faded line where the sun would rise in about a half hour.
Tess now closed her eyes for a moment and let out a sigh, opening them slowly now. She listening to the world around her, picking up on many sounds much like Sacred did...
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