...Try and win my heart? If you're lucky// (Onzy!)

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* i look at you all see the LOVE there that's SLEEPING
(WHILE MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS)
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<sup>His hands worked quickly to adjust the new saddle sat upon the back of the highly strung Arabian. The gelding was now pawing at the ground impatiently, his dark oracles on his master. There was a slight daring hint to his gaze, boring into Ieuan's blue orbs. Don't you freaking dare. the male growled, pulling at Laurence's reins. The dark bay immediately straightened up and allowed his rider to finish with the saddle. Once he was done with that, the seventeen year old easily pulled himself up into the saddle. He looked to his left to see the dun cranium of his Saddlebred locked on his moving frame. I'll be back soon, Maddy. he called, kicking Laurence into a gentle walk. This wasn't how the whole ride was going to go, and his Arabian knew it already.

The pair made it into the arena, which was currently empty. Just the way he liked it. His eyes scoped out the arena, seeing that there were already some jumps set out. He huffed his appreciation, and began to walk Laurence around the length of the arena. The almost silent footfalls of the gelding could make one unnerved, but he knew the style of his steed well. As soon as they hit a canter, a louder, more pronounced noise would sound from him. He clucked his tongue and dug his heels into the side of the dark bay, who responded immediately. They moved in a lengthy trot, His muscles moving under his shiny coat. They were soon at a canter, which seemed like nothing for the pair. The pace suited the elegant movements of the horse perfectly, his black whipcord held up and his head arched beautifully. Ieuan's arms flexed briefly as the dust tickled Laurence's nostrils causing the equine to sneeze. They soon regained their rhythm, and took one more lengthy round of the arena.

The gelding was turned into the jump, his rider lifting slightly in his seat and leaning forward. They hit the jump at the right angle, the delicate but some how hardy pillars of the Arabian soaring over the striped pole. They landed softly on the other side. The front hooves hitting the ground with a slightly louder thump than the back. Ieuan cracked a brief smile, then returning to a more serious expression when the reached the second jump. Again, they hit the jump well, maybe a little off. Ieuan noted to work on that with the gelding. They made it over the jump only just, Laurence's hind hooves just missing the pole. Ieuan sighed in relief. At least they hadn't hit the pole. They carried on in a canter, turning to the left to circle the arena once more. He had to work with Laurence on those two jumps before moving on. But, every horse had their off day. He pulled the elegant beast into a trot, the neck returning to an arched position with Ieuan's help, the tail raised slightly. Ieuan saw the traces of sweat beginning to form on the Arabian's neck, a look of horror passing over the male's face. He realized that Laurence wasn't as fit as before he had bought Maddy. The trouble was, Ieu had been spending more time with Maddy that Laurence. He sighed, letting Laurence have his bit while the gelding cooled off.

As the pair calmed, Ieuan thought over the past four days. So far he had managed to be shouted at by the principal, who also happened to be his uncle. He had offended the kitchen staff, who hadn't said anything because they had seen the resemblance between Ieuan and Dafydd. He had snarled at a girl who had walked into him, her name he couldn't currently remember. He had also snapped at passersby because the commented on his dog, cats and horses or if they had smiled at him. But, none of these he regretted, why? Because it seemed that young Ieuan had no soul. He had attacked his parents on numerous occasions, been in fights and drinking. Not to mention a couple of nights in jail. He rolled his eyes, but secretly he did want someone he could at least speak to. Without biting their heads of.</sup>

&word count; seven-oh-three
&tagged; ONZZYYY!
&outfit; coming soon
&lyrics; while my guitar gently weeps by the beatles
&listening to; mr brightside by the killers
&notes; o.o it's alright i suppose
&credits; template by brooke from caution

[Onzyy]

Max led in the grey gelding from the paddock that he shared with his uncle. He actually itched to be riding the black gelding that Chuck had bought as the horse looked talented, but resisted, knowing that his Uncle wouldn’t like it if Max didn’t ask permission first. Bird danced on the long lead that was held in Max’s hand. His knuckles were white from holding that leather lead shank. The warmblood was highly strung, and required some firm handeling, but Max loved him all the same.

Entering the barn, Max put the grey in the stall, and went to fetch his tack. It consisted of a black Wintec jumping saddle, black bridle with grackle noseband, and jumping boots. Max growled as he realised that he had left the standing martingale back home, and quickly rifled through Chuck’s tack box to find another one. There was only the sheepskin/martingale combo, and Max accepted that it would be the only one that he would find.

Saddling up quickly, Max led Bird to the outdoor arena. He mounted up, and entered. “Gate” he called to the other rider, as to let them know of his arrival. The other rider was a particularly handsome individual, but Max forced all thoughts like that from his mind. Not all males were gay, and some completed hated him for being that way orientated. Max sighed quietly. Bird yanked and pulled, doing small bucks around most of the arena. Bird shared a sire with Smacks, his uncle’s horse, which had nearly killed a student, and his Uncle.

Max gave Bird a small tap with the crop, and soon settled into a steady rhythm of a working trot. Using the part of the arena that wasn’t occupied with jumps, Max worked on circles and lead changes. These exercises made Bird concentrate on the work ahead, instead the art of bucking. He forced himself to concentrate on the exercises that he gave to Bird with near invisible signals. He prided himself on his dressage training, but his true passion was Show-Jumping.

He signalled Bird into a collected, calm canter, and aimed for the first set of jumps that he saw, an Oxer and pop cross. The jumps were high enough that didn’t force Bird to over jump, or so low so that Bird walked over them. Max mentally counted his strides, and gave the signal to jump, but Bird came to a sliding stop. Refusal. He turned the horse again, cantered and aimed, this time Max gave Bird a small tap with the crop, and reluctantly Bird went over.

OOC: Will make a template later. sorry for the crappiness of this post.

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* i look at you all see the LOVE there that's SLEEPING
(WHILE MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS)
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<sup>Laurence nickered when the other rider entered the arena, yet Ieuan offered no acknowledgment what so ever. He didn't look up from what he was doing, which was watching the shape that his Arabian's shoulder blades made as he trotted collectively around the arena. Ieuan glanced up to see where the other rider was, and nodded. He was free to use the jumps once more. He signaled for his gelding to pick up into a canter, and they half circled once. Then, they took aim, hitting the first jump identically to the last time. The landed perfectly and Ieuan didn't paused to commend himself. He took Laurence up to the second, aiming him much better this time. The pair soared over the poles, landing with an almost silent thump on the other side. Ieuan flashed an excited smile, his faith fully restored in his Arabian. His expression fell serious again, letting the gelding have the reins as he watched the other rider. His blue oracles glanced over the male, deciding he was rather cute. Cute was the word for it, he had a younger looking more friendly face than Ieuan. Ieuan had the smoldering sexy look, or so he had been told. Of course, he had disagreed, as usual.

Ieuan watched as the other rider's equine refused the first jump. The boy stiffed a smile, but kept his eyes on the boy. Impressively, he got his reluctant equine over the second jump, even if the gelding looked as if he wanted to refuse. Laurence had grown bored of moving slowly, and began to tug at his reins, snapping Ieuan's attention back to him. Ieuan was only just then aware that he had been staring, and cursed himself mentally. One boy waltzes in and his attention is already stolen. He gathered up his reins, kicking his dark bay gelding into a collected trot, and then a lengthy canter. They circled the bottom half of the arena, the geldings neck and tail arched beautifully. Ieuan mentally made note to work on this with Maddy, the mare was getting there but after seeing Laurence doing it so expertly, he knew she had a lot of work to do.

He kept the gelding going through his paces, occasionally jumping him but mainly working on the flat work. Laurence had mastered jumping for now, but Ieuan was debating on whether to use him in dressage again. Before he had gained Madison, he had used his Arabian just for dressage. But the mare proved to be a prospect, and Ieuan moved Laurence to jumping. The gelding took to it like a duck to water, but now he knew why he had been using the dark bay for dressage. His movements were confident, yet graceful. His respond time was almost top notch. He pondered this as they cantered neatly, but he found his oracles straying to his company in the arena. Ieuan scolded himself again, his face becoming sullen. Laurence, once again growing bored, drew his attention to him, and Ieuan sped up their canter. Bah dum, Bah dum, Bah dum. sounded right through the arena, the gentle thunder of Laurence's hooves.</sup>

&word count; five-two-seven
&tagged; ONZZYYY!
&outfit; CLICK?!
&lyrics; while my guitar gently weeps by the beatles
&listening to; the iron by my mother ^^;
&notes; meh, Ieuan's not a talker.. Well, not yet anyway. ^^
&credits; template by brooke from caution

[Onzyy]

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Max knew by instinct that the other rider was watching him. It was instinctive of him to know these things. He also knew that the other rider was a particularly handsome individual. Bird was slightly unfit, and after a while of some more flat work, was blowing. So Max decided that he would allow the horse to walk, and offered him a long rein, which Bird gladly accepted. Max took that time watch the other rider.

The Arab he was riding was a fine example of a good horse. Max didn’t know many people who jumped Arabs, as riders found that their scope was lacking. The latter didn’t prove correct for the Arab who basculed nicely over the jumps. He could see that the horse was also aimed at dressage, as its movement was gorgeous. By nature, Max was very talkative, but sometimes around new people he lost his confidence, and around cute guys, well, he just froze.

When he felt that Bird was breathing normally again, Max moved him into flatwork circles again. Only this time he focussed on some dressage movements, which included half passes and leg yields.

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Tags::Syncy
Outfit::Here
Notes::Me ish done. None of them are talking. Ag shem.
Words::1..9..0
Lyrics::Fix You--Coldplay
Credit::to Harley of BRRA