& I'm free falling [open]

[bizz]

click for jump set up

one, two, one, two, one

The dark bay coiled her power under herself, ready to spring forwards. First she rocked back, her potent hind end collecting her muscles her dark coat pleated as she rocked as far back onto her haunches as she could manage. Now she began to leap forwards, the potency of her back end pushing her form up and into the air. Now her front end began to work, her legs curled up to her body her nose pressing forwards as she jumped. Her eyes blinked slowly as she looked down at the passing ground under her. Her hooves tucked under, rubbing her underbelly as she leapt upwards still. Her neck pressed out to its full extent as she attempted to force her flight time to be longer.

The mare's rider flowed with her movements. His hands sliding down her neck and pressing, still keeping tension between the bit and his hands in a press release. His hip angle closed, though he stayed off the mare's neck so that she could have full range of motion. Unlike the mare who peaked down at the jump for a moment he boy kept his eyes up, focused on a far off point, keeping his balance so that the mare could move separately from his statue like position as he held still over jump eight. He leaned back as the mare started to land, his hand stayed forward as his body followed the natural motion of landing.

With all four feet back on the ground Mary shot forward from under Vince. He held her between his legs and hand, pushing her into the bit so that she would collect under him and listen. She went quietly around the corner, her head tucked into her chest as she work on the bit. As Vincent turned his head, fence ten in his sights, he pulled his right rein, pushing Mary into it with his inside leg. Mary willingly moved into the corner, though she knew what was coming. The boy could feel her starting to pull up her stride. She was watching the fence, trying to figure out where it was, trying to do all the work, work that she wasn't ready to figure out. Like a sixth grader trying to solve a calculus problem.

"Mary"

He warned the mare in a low growl as she began to pick up speed to the single. His hands went up, giving a swift half halt, trying to force Mary to come back to him. The Mary was to gone, she thought she had the answer and was plummeting towards fence ten. With every stride Vince tried to take back from here, knowing that the fence was coming in tight. Two strides away he pulled, just pulled. He shifted his seat from balanced to onto his tail bones, his shoulders down and back forcing himself to stay off of the mare's neck as the fence got closer and closer.

two, one, tw--

Mary popped into the air, hunching her back and rounding. Will again leaned forward into a press release. This time as Mary landed Vinny popped up. His legs flying away form her sides and his body rocking back. He landed with a thud. Obviously Mary wasn't to pleased with the sudden weight that plopped onto her back. This time she shot forward again, this time Vincent didn't have the control to pull Mary back into a collected place. And Mary took advantage of this. Her stride became long and uneven, and then suddenly she bounced then kicked her hind end off the ground. It was all Vincent could do to steer mary away from the other jumps.

After two minutes of Mary's rampage, Vincent finally reined her in, then pulled up. He sighed loosening the reins, and slouching in the saddle. Mary dropped her head for a second, only a second, then shot her head up again. As Vince relaxed for a second, Mary remained alert ready for anything to happen. He leaned forward to pat the mare's thick neck, then sat up again. As his weight shifted Mary took a few steps of collected trot then settled back into her quick walk.

"Oh Mary-- what are we going to do with you?"

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Just to clarify, jumps can be jumped either way unless they have an arrow on them.

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[houndish]

The Texan hadn’t done any formal jumping. Ever. Just practical jumping, things like down trees and pesky fences. Things that had to happen were preformed in a western saddle. In an English saddle… nothing happened except his face meeting the dirt. The boy would probably wind up like that today, but he was still trying. His stirrups were long, allowing his knee to hang straight. Cash was trying to sit a trot on the buckskin mare, spurs clicking as they moved. The team was still a seamless pair, no matter what was going on. Well, until she got pissed off. With the pink saddle pad, battered saddle, nearly brand new, stiff new bridle and the rider still clad completely in western attire this was bound to be interesting.

As he pulled up to the gate of the show jumping ring, his stomach did a flipflop. A sandy haired boy on a beautiful mare was booking it around, looking like there was some sort of difficulty. Cash allowed his mare to take up a lope, feeling like there was very little holding him up. It was spooky, going around the outside of the ring, trying to keep himself around where the other boy was. He had the instinct to keep an eye out, he knew what to do if the situation turned worse. The boy had worked enough rodeos to know.

“You okay?” Cash side passed his way to the gate, a look of concern crossing his face. He adjusted his bangs and the black hat perched on his head. The mare beneath him tossed her head, snorting. The fact she wasn’t moving pissed her off, she started shifting and twitching. The English saddle itself was giving Cash a twitch. Anyone looking at him could tell, this wasn’t his comfort zone or his talent. Still, he would try just about anything to keep both himself and Tat entertained.

Clothes & Tack hurr

[kane]

ebony locks fell lifelessly over the fea's shoulders as the petite structure entered the geldings' barn. a variety of heads hung out of their windows of the stall looking in hope that it would be their master. only to be heartbroken and return to eating. though the two large domes of a familiar set crossed her eyes. a large bay with a massive white blaze running down his large tiara poked his head out of his stall. the tall 17 + hand high brute whickered in greeting as the female pulled an apple out, pressing her kissers to the brutes tiara before moving over to the smaller draft. gentle optics ran over the bright chestnut brute that stood there, hanging his dome over his stall, the baby face still on him. ears that were bigger than normal, hooves that were bigger than normal. his short barrel heaved as the brute inhaled, boa extending his velvet kissers towards the female.

[ how about a 'lil workout babez? ] melody escaped to the brute as the stocky draft wickere din response, his twin harks pushed forward as the female slid the door of his stall open, the dark green rope halter in her digits as she wrapped it around his large dome. the female pushed the stall door open enough for the brute to walk through comfortably as she asked for his hindquarters to disengage. the brute spun around on his front end, his torso facing his stall. the female dropped her twelve foot ebony lead onto the barn's floor and opened the chest that sat in front of chestnut and the bay's stall. grabbing the brushes, the fea ran the brushes over the large draft before replacing the brushes in the chest, closing the chest, locking and then moving over toward the tack department that was thankfully close, even though the chestnut gelding didn't have the thought of moving away from the stall .

returning to the brute that was still standing there, tiara level with his withers, she held a decent looking all purpose english saddle in her hands as well as a simple white saddle bad that was in the shape of her saddle. smiling lightly she threw the saddle onto the brutes back lightly and moved around him, tightening the girth lightly before returning to the chest to grab the black splint boots and the black bell boots. fake painted sapphire orbs ran over the brute, before grabbing the lead and then leading the brute of the door of the barn, listening as it sounded like thunder behind her, keeping a stead pace by her shoulder on a loose lead. she wasn't really dressed for anything formal, it was a simple pair of skinnies with paddock boots, half chaps and a pair of tanks that were layers, black on yellow. nothing simple.

she refused to wear a helmet, even though she knew she was an idiot for not putting one on. sighing, the fea walked out into the sunshine, tightening the massive monster once more before swinging the lead rope over his boa and then tying the other end to the dark emerald rope halter, the lead acting as reins. smiling lightly she stroked the chestnut pelt on the brute's nape before she ran her stirrups down and then got herself positions, not even bothering to put feet int he stirrup. it was an awkward position, so she simple jumped on the massive draft with nothing. just like she was getting on bareback. she squirmed herself up onto the brute's back as the fea shuffled, getting her feet in the stirrups and then asking for him to start walking.

the draft kept a steady walk as he continued his pathway to no where. there wasn't a destination that ari had in mind, but where they ended up would be interesting. after a short little ride, they tripped across a simple show jumping course. a simple, basic jumping ring. smiling lightly, she kissed the brute towards it, wondering if she could test the four year old's ability and trust with her. the brute's dome rose in entertainment as the brute's teardrop shaped nares flared up in attempt to blow at the fancy colored standards and polls. black locks picked up lightly with the little breeze as she opened the gate off the sixteen hand high monster, who continued fixated, mostly on the jump number four at the yellow. giggling lightly, her melody escaped towards the equine who froze, his mocha painted orbs stuck on the jumps in pure curiosity, though he couldn't figure out where to start.

guiding the bronc towards the first jump, she realized that she wasn't the only one in here. wonderful. the large suffolk punch baby looking draft blew towards the jump standard again. arianna was in slight amazement that he was trying to run from it, but that was yet to come. the brutes nares flaired up in attempt to blow the colors away. suddenly she felt his torso drop and the brute try and spin and run, though she added just a bit of leg as a wall and the brute went flying backwards. much like a quarter horse would move when cutting a cow. [ easy.. ] lyrics escaped towards the unpredictable brute as he regained his footing in the sand. the female kept a loose rein on the brute as he stood there, before he walked up to the jump out of his own curiosity before he decided all the jumps were safe.

the chestnut gelding relaxed quickly as he started to walk the fence line of the ring. the female kept out of the others' way, though bayjour refused to cooperate. the brute side passed about three times in fear of the objects on the outside of the ring, though he quickly recovered and continued to just walk the fenceline, soon watching the others work around the ring. there was a male on a gorgeous mare that seemed like they knew what they were doing. then there was another male there on probably another mare that looked like they had riding experiance. though his sturrips were much to long, though the female remained quiet, continueing to fallow the brute around the ring. the bright sunkissed painted brute snorted and blew at a tarp that was a distance away form the arena, though he picked it up, and the look of the brute was clear. he was completely green. the female smiled lightly as she stroked the brute nape, feeling the draft getting read to sidepass or run.

sure enough the burte started to get worked up over the tarp, his nape starting to get drenched in emotional sweat. the brutes tried turning and running but the light effect of her leg stopped him, causing the brute torso to come up off the ground, though it was only a couple of inches, though he continued to threaten. [ easy. ] lyrics escaped towards the green broke brute as he tried to blow at the tarp again. his massive monster like bodice continued to create emotional sweat as the female asked for the brute stand there and look at the tarp. the tarp. one thing she didn't do a lot of desentitzing with. maybe it wouldn't hurt if she did some tarp work with him later.

OOC; alright, so i hope you like the post. i didn't talk alot about the bubbly personality, but oh well, we go the point across that bay is a green broke horse though. xD this post came to one two two zero and this post is tagged as bizz, houndish, kane and open.

[bizz]

ooc. just so everyone knows. this reply is gonna suck. kthx.

bic.
Mary spun to face the new voice that was bubbling towards her. She took a step forward then a step backwards as her right gave the reins a slight tug to get her to stand. She felt legs pressing against her sides, and she bounced into a quick walk. mary did know when she was allowed to move, and how quickly she was supposed to move-- it was just following the rules that sometimes became a problem. As Vince gave Mary the alright to walk towards the gate he tightened his reins, knowing that she might get excited as they walked towards this new pair. One hand shot up to adjust his helmet so that he could see better. His blue eyes looked the other boy up and down. First he questioned-- long stirrups, pink saddle pad, up horse, incorrect position-- that boy wasn't made to sit in an english saddle... But Vince did give him props for the effort he was making.

"Yeah, I'm ok"

He offered this response is a low voice as he reached a good speaking range with the other boy. His eyes shifted between the boy and the new pair that were entering the arena. A girl on a large draft that didn't exactly look like he trusted himself to get off the ground. Vincent automatically shifted his weight as he twisted in the saddle to watch her calm her mount as he checked out the jumps in the ring. Mary felt the shift and turned her attention to the other horse in the ring, now uninterested in the mare in front of her. Vincent on the other hand turned back to the boy. It was apparent that his mare wasn't happy being immobile.

"You can walk her in here if you want."

He shrugged, and relaxed a little as he attempted to try and start a conversation with pink-saddle-pad boy. He wasn't riding anymore, he was just sitting-- and just sitting he was completely unprepared for what Mary did next. As the gelding spooked at the jumps and the tarp Mary figured that there must be something scary in the ring if he was scare of it, so she bounced on up into the air. His head went down, and her back rounded as she threw in a small buck. As Vince was bounced up, his stirrups left his feet. Instinctively he wrapped his legs around his mare, and squeezed. He was going by the "if they are moving fast they can't buck" method. Mary, of course, spun and took three canter steps before Vincent had her back under him, and his reins and stirrups again. He laughed, then looked back at the boy and mare.

"I have to keep her working. She can't stand for to long..."

He laughed in between his sentences, and finished with a grin, his head turning so that he kept his eyes on the other boy as Mary spun in a tight circle. His head swung between the girl and gelding and the boy and mare. He was fighting the urge to say something to the boy as he walked away.

"I'm Vincent, by the way!"

He yelled his over his shoulder, as his hands tightened his reins. He looked around, trying to find a jump that wouldn't end up putting him by the gelding or the other mare.

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