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Post by breezy on Jul 7, 2012 0:49:54 GMT -4
should i give up or should i just keep chasing pavements even though it
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g79/Juliart/background_black.jpg');,true][cs=2] LEADS TO NOWHERE | | [atrb=width,240] Samantha was getting tired of driving and the stress was starting to get to her head causing her to be cranky. All that she had seen so far were trees, dirt paths and more trees. Her legs were stiff and cramped. She pulled over to the side of the road deciding that some fresh air would do her wonders. Sam swayed a little when her feet hit the ground. It felt like her mind was spinning in circles. The blonde lent up against the red truck and closed her eyes trying to catch up with herself. ‘If I think this is bad, Kuroma must feel worse because he stands twenty-four-seven’ she thought to herself. Samantha sighed and walked to the back of the large horse trailer and opened the back doors. Kuroma turned towards her neighed softly; the look he gave her seemed to say, ‘It’s about time’. “Hey! At least you got some sleep.” She said to the black Friesian.
Samantha untied the horse and led him out of the trailer. She was way too lazy to put all his tack on so she went with just a bridle. Taking him by the rains she led him to the side of truck. Kuroma was too tall to mount just by herself, so she stood on the tire and mounted. Riding bareback always gave her a sense of freedom. Sam moved up on his back so she had hold of the rains and his mane. She led him towards the dirt trail she saw earlier. Kuroma tugged on his rains telling her that he wanted to go faster. The blonde gave a soft kick and said “Alright, here we go.”. And with Kuroma and Samantha were off. Galloping was great, galloping on Kuroma was even better. It was feeling that couldn’t be compared to anything else in the world. She felt free and happy. To her, it was complete bliss. The trial felt more like a cross country route than an actual trail. There were so many fallen logs and trees to jump over, Sam didn’t mind though. Riding was something she enjoyed.
She pulled back on the rains gently, slowing him down gradually. Samantha let go of his mane when Kuroma was slowed to a walk. She let out a sigh and relaxed her grip on the rains to the point where she was barely griping them at all, knowing that Kuroma would not run off unless he was spooked. The blonde raised her arms into the air trenching them out, then wrapped her arms around the black horses neck and whispered, “I really needed that”. Kuroma snorted softly at the comment, as if he was agreeing with her. A slight movement to the left caught her eyes, making Samantha sit up straighter. She halted Kuroma and looked around. She did not see anything so she felt it was okay to keep going. The blonde pressed her heels into Kuroma’s side gently. His ears flicked back and forth as if he was listening for something. “What is it boy?” She asked him. She wondered if something really was out there or not, or if she and Kuroma were just being paranoid.
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Post by promise on Jul 7, 2012 2:55:58 GMT -4
 to the right to the left we will fight to the death• • T O T H E E D G E O F T H E E A R T HPrancing along one of the most populated human places known, the rare buckskin bladgon gypsy vanner made her way through the trees that lined the perimeter of the trails. Her delicately feathered hooves digging into the dirt of the forest floor as she caught sight of a human woman on top of a black friesian. Slowly, she came to a halt as they seemed to near her. Though, once they passed by her, she started following them. Her ebony tail flicking back and forth behind her. However, when the two of them picked up speed, she did the same. Her pace quickening as she continued to follow behind them.
The only sound that could be heard coming from her was the sound of her hooves on the dirt of the forests. Soon, however, she exited the forests and followed along behind the two on the trail. She was quite a sight to behold with her rare coloring and the "frosting" decorations of her ebony mane and tail. Of course, if anyone had been at the gyspy vanner event a year ago, they would recognize the beauty right away. After all, she was one of the first gypsy vanner mares to be crowned as a Grand Champion Gypsy Mare. Though, most seemed to think she was just a legend; not believing the stories that were told about her. Tossing her dial, a snort escaped her nares. Finally, a sound was released from the damsel and seemed to give her away as she heard the woman's voice. 'What is it boy?'
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Post by breezy on Jul 7, 2012 5:03:59 GMT -4
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[STYLE=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #3d4c5f; text-align: center; width: 365px;]NOTES ▪ i had a hard time coming up with this one :]
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Samantha shook her head trying to get over the surprise etched on her face. She jumped off of Kuroma’s back and onto the ground. She then slipped the rains off of Kuroma’s neck and let them hang there so he was ground tied. The blonde knew that Kuroma would stay put, but just in case she told him out loud too. The black horse stomped his hoof in annoyance when the command was said out loud. She didn’t want to treat him like a dog, but she was very curious about the mare in front of her. Sam outstretched her hand to the mare in a careful way because she did not to want spook her; she also wanted the mare to come to her. “What are you doing out here all by yourself? Are you lost?” She asked the buckskin mare in a gentle voice.
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Post by promise on Jul 7, 2012 15:58:38 GMT -4
to the right to the left we will fight to the death• • T O T H E E D G E O F T H E E A R T H'Look Kuroma, I really don't see-' The mare's ears flicked in response to the woman's voice. Aphrodite watched as the ebony friesian turned around to face her. However, she just merely snorted in response to the shaking of his head and his own snort. Her dark brown gaze swept over the two, and she cautiously took a step backwards as the girl jumped off of the stallion's back. Her gaze just continued to watch the girl, even as the women stretched her hand out towards the mare. Tossing her tiara, she snorted once more at the sound of the woman's voice, 'What are you doing out here all by yourself? Are you lost?'
Curiousity swept over the mare's eyes as she stretched her tiara out to sniff at the woman's hand. Slowly, she took a careful step towards Samantha and just gazed at her. Another careful step followed the first as she closed the distance between the two of them. Her ebony tail flicked back and forth slowly, as her gaze seemed to lock with Samantha's. Carefully, she pawed at the ground, and finally rested her nose on Samantha's outstretched hand. Aphrodite's half-tamed side seeming to come out as she kept her nose on Sam's hand. Sure, she enjoyed her life in the wild. But, she also missed her old, tamed life. She had always enjoyed being ridden and being showed off. She, especially, liked the attention she always got when she was being showed off.
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