...Showing off? Pshaw// (Open)

[Sync]

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The girls feet danced silently along the stone flooring of the barn. Her light pink lips puckered as she whistled softly, her delicate fingers pulling the jet black locks to tighten her pony tail. Her dark brown oracles flickered through the stalls, locating the skewbald cranium of her Gypsy Vanner. The gelding looked at his mistress, debating whether to greet her or resent her for leaving him to travel without her. Her whistling ceased and she picked up her pace toward him, her lips pulled into a bright smile. I am sorry baby, but you know I cannot fit you into the trunk of the car. We've tried it before, haven't we! she exclaimed, planting a kiss on his soft muzzle. The gelding couldn't stop himself from nuzzling into her face, making her giggle as his whiskers tickled her. Shall we go out into the pastures, practice the new routine? she asked him softly, taking his nicker for a yes. She picked up his bright pink head collar, going by the motto that Cloudy was definitely tough enough to wear pink. Plus, the color sat nicely on his more white dome.

The girls foot falls were drowned out by the lazily thump of the gelding. His draft heritage gave him the heavy looking figure, yet he usually held a graceful stride. Today he had just given up. She knew he would pick it back up as soon as they started on their routine. She allowed herself and the equine into the pasture designated for both herself and her brother, Javier. Locket, Javier's Hanoverian mare, was already held inside the pasture. The large black mare pinned her audits as the girl entered, but made no move toward Cloudy and Alisha. The mare had suffered terrible abuse, so Alisha didn't hold anything against her. She knew she wouldn't bother them while they worked. The girl fumbled with the head collar and released the gelding. He side stepped to the right and took off in a gentle trot. A slight gust of wind caught his mass of mane, causing it to float in a sort of dancing movement in the air. Her hands pulled off the sneakers on her feet, replacing them with soft ballet pumps. Much easier to work in. She watched as he increased to a canter, circling her widely. She took a few steps so that she centered the pasture.

Her arms flattened against her side, she looked straight ahead. Cloudy took the hint, slowing and turning so that he was face to face with his owner. She smiled, glad he had responded so quickly. Her head lifted slightly, causing him to copy. She stepped to the left, he went to the right. She couldn't keep the satisfied grin off her face. Her hands went up over her head, joining in a sort of prayer clasp over her head. Cloudy threw his fore body up, his head tossed back so that his mane fell down his neck and his his back. He held his fore legs in an arch, dropping down when the girl sent herself into a series of front flips, causing her shirt to rise up over her toned stomach. She landed upright, her hands in the same position as when she started. The gelding moved backwards, looking over his shoulder to align with his mistress. His shoulder bumped hers, they began to move around in a sort of pirouette. Then, her frame danced away from his. She turned slowly, the same time that he did, and they became eye to eye once more, but a foot away. She lowered her arms, watching as his rump began to descend toward the ground. His hind legs tucked up behind him, his fore legs placed between them. His behind touched the ground and she skirted around him to his left side. Her hands placed on his back, vaulting easily over him, the in reverse. She then moved around to sit in front of him, leaning against his front legs. He placed his soft muzzle against the top of her head, snuffling gently causing her to laugh. She rose slowly, taking two steps forward and turning once more.

She signaled for him to rise from his sitting position. Before he could fully rise, she climbed onto his back. He lifted her with no troubles, regaining his footing easily. She sat comfortably bareback, letting him pick up into a trot. As he gained a steady beat, her hands pressed against his thick back, picking herself up into a standing position. Her arms stretched out either side of her, feeling the gelding pull into a flashy walk. His hooves picked up and his neck arched. She began to crouch down once more, slipping back to her seated position. As he still walked, she slid from his back, landing with a gentle thump. The gelding pulled to a walk, turning into the girl and aligning himself at her side. Her hand crossed over her stomach, dropping her top half into a bow. The gelding slip out one leg and tucked his dome into it. His fore body dropped to imitate her bow, and their routine was complete. She grinned happily as they straightened up, ruffling the mass of mane which had fallen into Cloudy's face. Well done boy! Best we have done it so far. she praised, kissing his blazed cranium. Both of their sides were heaving, but knew that they had done well.

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WORDS NINE HUNDRED AND TEN TAGGED ANYONE OUTFIT CLICK?!
TEMPLATE PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION NOTES THIS WAS TERRIBLE!

[lorilie]

At BRRA, the bucksin tobiano gelding was not an unusual sight. In fact, he was rather average. He wasn't very tall, nor was he very young. He wasn't wild or crazy, nor was he deadly. Merlin was friendly, upbeat, and kind, a very common type of horse.

But his companion was not.

Merlin's pasturemate wasn't even a horse. Ramsey's little black body was a lamb's form. After the creature's mother had died in a bad rain where she slipped and tumbled down a small hill and broke her leg, Nikki had adopted Ramsey. While Merlin may not be as attached to the little lamb like Ramsey was to him, it was obvious that Nikki would have needed to take Ramsey with her wherever Merlin went.

So, the lamb had come to BRRA, and he was not a common sight. Nikki ignored the attention the little sheep brought, firmly leading her gelding on, bringing him to his pasture, while Ramsey followed behind them, occasionally baaing.