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Post by Juiicy Fruiit on Feb 27, 2007 15:34:52 GMT -5
Amanda led Dippin Dots into her stall after a few hotwalker rounds and closed the door behind her as she left. She grabbed her keyboard she'd laid on a folding chair and sat down in front of the stall, pulling her coat off a little more. Alrighty, nothing like some dinner music huh girl? She said with a slight giggle as she flipped the on switch. She started to play a few Disney songs as she always did as her first few songs. Dots pricked her ears, but kept eating her hay in the hayrack. Amanda continued playing, even when Vanessa, her younger sister showed up with a new horse she wanted to train. She stopped and thought of Fur Elise, and started to play while she hummed sweetly and quietly. Most people thought she was a good singer, when she sang out loud but still, she didn't want any one to hear, so she hummed most of the time. Dots stuck her head over the door, munching on hay, swallowed, and started quietly whinnying as if singing along. Look at her, isn't she gorgeous? Vanessa said, tightening her grip on her own mare's line. Amanda stopped, and said, Yeah she is scratching Dots' chin that was now whuffling her hair. No, stupid, my new horse, Flicka's Twilight. Vanessa sighed, and stroked the mare's gleaming neck. Amanda studied her conformation, and said Part mustang? All mustang, I'm gonna train her. Amanda immediately halted, mid-play; No, you're not, those horses are loco! She said, getting ready to stand up. She was quite a few years older. Flicka nickered and shoved her large head towards Amanda. Yes I am!! And you're not stopping me! Vanessa, burning with anger, jerked Flicka's line, and pulled her down the asile, 2 stalls away from Storm 'N' Run, her sister Julie's horse, which was also used for lessons. Amanda sighed, and began to play again, not bothering to add left hand with her songs. She's going to get hurt, or the horse at least. She was only a few years old when mom and dad were alive; she doesn't know much about training. Gabriella said to Dots, who was now looking down the asile at Vanessa, who was stroking Flicka's Twilight's head; at least, trying to when she wasn't trying to fight it. Dots nickered, and went back to eating.
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Post by JUiCY BRUNeTTe♥ on Mar 2, 2007 18:07:48 GMT -5
She was all covered in mud packed onto her clothes and baked onto her black boots, now dyed brown. Her once bright eyes turned into a harsh navy blue, cold and annoyed. The way she walked showed anyone that she'd have enough for the day; a walk, a jerk, then a descent back, making no progress what-so-ever. Her french-maincured fingers tightly gripped a lengthy rope that lead to a black stag, tall, fierce, and majestic. Ashlee dug her heels into the ground, only to be pulled out and yanked in all directions. The big blackened equus pranced into place, half-rearing with a banner that seemed to be weithless through the atmosphere. With a final jerk, Ashlee's grip became unstable as the stallion bolted into the stable, auds pressed back against his skull, raging on a rampage with no exceptions. Ashlee screached, one, trying to get Amanda's attention and two, to release her anger of her chipped and officially ruined french manicure. SOMEONE SHUT THE BACK DOOR!! AND GET ME A NEW MANi!!
The darkened equine kept galloping, full speed away, heading straight towards the keyboards that lay motionless.
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Post by Juiicy Fruiit on Mar 2, 2007 18:30:52 GMT -5
Amanda dashed into action, tossing her keyboard onto her chair. WHOA BOY!! She said, flagging her arms as the large stally raced past her and towards her sister at the other end of the asile. SIS!! SHUT THAT DOOR!!! She commanded. Vanessa heard Amanda and jerked away from Flicka's Twilight. Sorry girl. She apologized, then stood in the stallion's path, arms wide open, checking to see if the paddock gate past the door was shut, in case he ducked past her. Easy boy!! She said, half calm, half freaked out..okay, mostly freaked out. On Dippin Dots' door hung a rope-which Amanda used for practicing her roping, when no one was around. Well, what if i miss? she thought to herself. No, the horse may become injured or even sis could. She thought again, grabbing the rope and chasing the stallion, careful not to make him run faster. As soon as she was close enough, but far enough so she wasn't kicked, she flung her lasso onto his big muscular neck, and pulled, pulled, pulled!!! Dots nickered and whinnied for her owner's safety, trying to kick the door down, but the kickbolt on the bottom of the door was latched. Amanda didn't see anything to use as leverage to get the horse to stop, so she leaned back on her heels, as far as she could, without falling, and slowed the stallion down: a little. CLOSE THE DOOR STUPID!!! She called to her sister; the only other place the stallion could go is into the arena that was nearby, and then they could latch the gate behind him. GET 'EM IN THE PEN!!! She yelled. Vanessa flapped her arms to direct the stallion, and closed the door to the pasture. Amanda was swinging around, but hadn't fallen: yet. The stallion turned, and Amanda was slammed into an upright beam that was there, but managed to keep holding until the 1200 pounds of gallop was in the pen. Vanessa sprinted to the arena gate and close it behind them, and Amanda let go, and kept running, then the stallion turned, and ran back towards her. She turned as well, and slipped under the arena railing, out of the stallion's line of fire. Out of breath, Amanda managed a Whew. and rested her arms on the railing, waiting for the girl to come back for her horse. She wasn't mad at the girl, any stallion was unpredictable.
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