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[♥ poppies]

With spring in the time now Kris hadn't been riding Martini outside for a long time. Which meant that it would be great for the day. The sung was shining outside and it was warm enough that she could probably ride in a bikini and still be sweating. Huge head slugged out of the stall door as he squealed and tossed his head. Her feet carried her to his stall where she placed her hand on his nose. Beautiful weather outside and the month of March had come. Kris and her new mare, Poppies knew what that meant. It was racing season and the black filly would be going into her second race as a maiden filly still. With a win under her belt it meant she might possibly win this race hopefully come in first. Brunette hair sat on her shoulders as her hands sat in her pockets of her jeans. Rips in both knees she walked into the tack room and then whistled. Hands grabbed the western saddle that had Martini's name underneath it.

Saddle pad was on top and the bridle was underneath the saddle. Walking out of the tack room with all tack in hand she knew that Martini wouldn't act any different to the new tack. Placing it down on the stall door and unlatching it she walked in. "Hey handsome. How about a nice trail ride today?" Martini had recently been trained in not only english but in western as well which was great. He had however been moved to the back of the barn because he was a stallion and his stall had been closer to the mares before. Shaking her head she knew it was better though and good for her so he didn't get to wild. Who knew how long her trail ride would be but she wanted it to be long and calming. With that she grabbed his mane and then twisted it in her fingers and smiled as he whickered.

Grabbing the saddle pad she placed it on his back and then placed the saddle on his back neck. Strapping the cinch she walked to the other side and did it on the other side. Patting his neck she grabbed the bridle. Letting the reins drag she placed the big in his mouth before putting the bridle on his head. Flapping the left rein over his neck she grabbed the right reach and checked everything. Perfect, with that she opened the stall door and they both started for the exit of the stable. Passing the mares made Martini squeal and lift his lip but Kris continued to pull him. "You gotta wait until someone needs a stud buddy." Half a mind told her that maybe English tack would be better but Kris wanted to ride western today.

Once outside she felt the sun immediately hit her but thank god she had a tee-shirt on. The olive colored tee-shirt was on her frame perfectly showing curves, which wasn't many. Hands placed themselves on the horn of the western saddle. Left rein now in hand and the right rein over his neck already. Left foot in the stirrup as the pulled herself into place on the saddle. Moving herself into the seat perfectly and picked the reins up in one hand. Heels in the stirrups as she sat upright and then clucked, his hooves moving into a steady walk.

[Beau]

After Bridgette had called Beau a rather nasty name, he’d taken her car away from her for the day. He’d ignored her whiny protests as to why she needed the damn thing (“But I am going shopping today!” “I want to visit my mother and father!”) he drove angrily off, spinning her thousand-dollar tires. He knew too well that her excuses were bullshit, and it only made everything so much more sweet. Gripping the steering wheel, he dug his phone from his pocket and dialed the number to the stables, arranging a stable hand to tack up his recent purchase, Kanon. The horse was rumored to be a beauty, but a rather boring one at that. What was the fun if it was a gorgeous horse, but hardly lived?

Pulling into the lot with a screeching halt, Beau stepped from the low-riding Maserati. The car was gorgeous, and it probably looked even more handsome with Beau inside it. Especially since he’d gone all out today- a tight fitting shirt that managed to show off each of his curves, black denim jeans, and his hair had been spruced up. His biceps and pecks had been accentuated, the sun casting a shadow beneath each bulge. The same affect had been cast beneath his cheek bones- they looked like what every woman had hoped to achieve. Enough of drolling on about his appearance- it was pointless to say that even Beau looked like a god today, like usual.

After being pointed in the direction of his Quarter Horse, Beau happily strode towards the crossties. He could see that shining gleam off his near-white coat, the glint of blue in his gorgeous eyes, and the smell of sunscreen. It was no lie- the horse was beautiful. “Kanonier!” He grinned, his fingers running down the horse’s neck. Although his tack was nothing spectacular- a simple bridle and worn-in saddle, Beau couldn’t have admired the horse any more. He was too perfect- although he was rather dead. The horse had only blinked its eyes once or twice since Beau’s arrival. Its ears had swiveled off to the sides lazily, eyes drooping shut more and more by the second. Hoping that it didn’t die of boredom, Beau unclipped its crossties and led it outside.

The horse was short and stocky, much to Beau’s surprise. Sticking his kicks in the stirrup, Beau hoisted himself atop the saddle, resting comfortably in the seat. It was old leather, no doubt cheap, but quite comfortable. The horse seemed much livelier now, to Beau’s satisfaction- the horse danced about, nibbling on the bit. Holding both reins in one hand, Beau prodded his heels into the horse’s sides. “Schritt bis.” He said, grinning widely as the horse dug his heels into the dirt and pushed off, loping towards the trails. Beau hadn’t even noticed Kris and her mount, who Beau had nearly cut off as he made haste towards the trails.

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“Schritt bis.” - "Step up."
“Kanonier!” - "Gunner!"

[♥ poppies]

Martini immediately heard the sound of hooves before Kris did. Body spun around to see a horse coming their direction and as she was about to get Martini into a jog she was almost cut off. "Hey watch out!" Who did they think they were almost cutting them off? They were there first, with that Martini tossed his head and squealed stumbling over his feet before regaining his balance. Anger had fallen on her face as she wanted to know who it was, to her surprise it was Beau. "Oh, hey Beau." Bay figure moved into a slow and steady jog as the ex-racehorse covered ground with a swift movement. A nice and slow steady transition from English to western made Martini and twice as good mount. No doubt he might toss out some good foals in the future, maybe if Kris wanted he and her new black filly Poppies could breed. That was when the black filly finished her racing career and she was checked out to see if she could do any other disciplines.

White star had been clouded by the dirt the wind had been stirring up but Martini didn't seem to mind. He enjoyed it, Kris then had an idea he might enjoy the grass field. It used to be a large pasture that the stable had before the new management but it was destroyed because of how far it was from the stable. You would have probably needed a four wheeler to get there and back, but your horse might also get injured on the trip back. So it was destroyed, some of the fence to it remained there but on teh ground. The grass had taken its toll and grown tall and thick which made it also a great place to ride through. Martini would love it and the tickles on Kris's legs would make her laugh.

[Beau]

Beau had tapped his hand to the horse’s rump, hopefully getting some more speed from the short horse. Unfortunately, he had to cut the speed burst short as he heard a angry shout over the beat of his horse’s shoed feet. Pulling on the reins, the horse’s hind legs slid underneath him, stopping in a graceful stop. Too bad they hadn’t been in one of the arenas- the stop would’ve sent a wave of sand and dirt in their direction. The horse backed up slowly, turning sharply with a slight weight shift in Beau’s seat. Beau couldn’t help but grin, although he’d just been yelled at. “Hallo.” He smiled softly, seeing the woman’s angry face.

Eyeing her mount slightly, his eyebrow arched. “Are you going to trail?” He asked. Perhaps the two could ride together. Maybe it was mostly because he wanted to show off his newest horse. The cremello albino stallion tossed his head, eager to return to their jog towards the forest and dirt trails, even perhaps ride out to the lake. Beau reached forwards to calm the horse, who gave a snort and another angry toss. “Do you want to ride?” He cocked his head, giving his own hair a slight toss in the process.

[♥ poppies]

Martini paced from side to side as he stopped for a second and then tossed his head. "Yeah I planned to ride over the old pasture." Assuming he knew what she meant she clucked to the bay stallion. A small glint of Beau's new mount had been taken out of the corner of her eye. Body tossed back and then forward as the ex-racehorse moved into a steady lope. About the same speed though as a racehorse trot which was quiet fast but Martini was learning still. Long parted reins held in her right hand with a bit of length between the bit and her hands. Some of the reins were also held at Kris's leg by his side. This style was meant for racing on the trails basically as an endurance horse sometimes. Yet Kris wasn't about to go all cowgirl tossing her reins over her head and whacking the poor horse into oblivion.

Instead his hooves were carrying him smoothly, now and again he sent his body into the air over a tiny ditch here and there. The old pasture was at least a thirty minute ride to but was totally worth it. The scenary there was spectacular, as well as something that had no words to describe. Without bell boots she could hear the small taps of his hooves hitting gravel as he moved with a quick pace. Turning around she almost lost her balance but she couldn't see much except a cloud of dust. "Easy Martini." Giving a small pull on the reins and a lot of leg cues he moved into a walk and stopped. Right by a large willow tree with marked a half way mark to the old pasture.

[Danni }} thoroughbreds]

Danni Harpor

Dannielle pushed hard on her heels as Scar bounded up a hill. She sat foward and when they reached the top, settled herself into place. She couldn't lie, she loves this horse possibly as much as she did her own, Demon. Danni wished she could ride that firecracker on the trails, they were two of a kind afterall, but it just wouldn't be safe. Not for Demon, not for her, and definatly not for anyone else around. Behind her Chase, her rottweiler, ran after, without slowing once he reached the thoroughbred's heels. Your such a good boy, Scar. Danni laced his mane through her fingertips, then let it fall back roughly into place.

She steadied herself then pushed her heels into the stallions side. Jog. She directed. The horse started as slow, plod foward, and Danni sat perfect in her seat. Scar had some real potential as a trail horse. When asked to pick up a lope, he went immediatly into a rocking horse motion and Danni collected the reins and felt the rock in her hips, absorbing the bounce in her lower back. Chase followed, falling behind of course. Seeing the others, Danni slowed back to a jog. Hey! She called out. She was only feet away from the man, and didn't want to spook anyone. She was a bit out of break, but managed a rough, I'm Danni She was one pistol of a women, knowing exactly what she was doing and mesmorizing the moves of others. She almost believed herself to be royal, in a kind-of "I'll still be your friend" sort of way.

[Beau]

Beau didn’t have to steady his mount. The horse patiently waited head low and chewing on the bit boredly. His ears were lazily swiveled back, in case Beau had verbally commanded the horse to walk, or something of the sort. Beau looked back over his shoulder, eyebrow arching as she announced her destination. And where the hell was that? Beau thought, running his thumb over the two reins, rather enjoying the feel of the decent, used leather. When she trotted ahead of him, he sighed and called to her back. “Well, have fun.” His tone didn’t sound too pleased- and he wasn’t going to ride out after her, especially if he didn’t even know where the hell she was going.

Shaking his head slowly once more, he gathered the reins in one hand, raised them above the horse’s neck and spoke, his tone firm. “Step up.” The horse’s head slowly rose, walking slowly and climaxing into a slow jog at the touch of Beau’s ankles and heels. Once more, he heard a call and stopped the horse professionally. Unfortunately, they hadn’t gathered enough speed for the lovely, skidding stop, instead, Beau turned the Albino stallion around and face the shout’s source. Immediately, he smiled. “Hey. I am Beau.” He made sure the reins were tight as he let his hand fall to rest on the horn, to prevent the horse from bolting sideways. Obviously, the horse was neck-reined. “Are you going to trails?”

[Danni }} thoroughbreds]

Danni collected her own reins before asking for a steady jog from Scar. The stallion graciously started foward, to where Danni could get a good look at the man on the horse. Yeah, figured he could use a good run, she thumbed at Scar's mane a bit, he flipped his head anxiously. Once she met up with the man she slowed the stallion to a halt, and tipped her hat. I'm Danni, just moved here from Kentucky. She offered her hand for a shake, but then had to circle Scar because he nipped playfully at the other horse. She stopped again, offerred her hand and smiled a bit. She wasn't too much of a flirt, but she knew what she was doing, and could get what she wanted.

You up for some fun ? I'd bet Scar is dying to get out, ex-racehorse ya know Her accent was fierce and the more she attempted to tame it, the worst it became, so she stopped. She didn't give a shit what people thought about her anyway... it was that attitude that got her this far in the racing industry.

[Beau]

Beau grasped her hand gently from atop his mount’s back. The horse had, once again, gone lazy, letting his head droop and ears swiveled back. Beau had nearly touched the reins down to the horse’s neck to wake him up a bit, but the horse would’ve leapt sideways. Instead, Beau gently squeezed his sides, holding the reins tightly. “Kentucky? I have been there.” He said proudly, “I moved here from Germany.” He nodded, as though he should deserve special treatment since he was an immigrant.

Beau grinned. He’d heard that many times; the first part, anyways. “Sure,” He nodded, kicking his heels gently into the horse’s sides as he took a glance to Danni’s mount. “Very beautiful!” He complimented, lifting the horse’s reins a tad higher as he asked for a slow trot. He couldn’t say much about his Quarter Horse’s background, save the part that he was a rodeo horse, which often competed in reining, cutting and calf-roping. “Are you going to compete in the races?” Beau called over his shoulder, expecting the girl to be in tow.

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[Danni }} thoroughbreds]

Danni arched her back eloqantly as she prodded across the field. Well ahead of the man now, she pushed her left heel deep in Scar's side. He pushed off his back legs a bit and started a quick spin. Danni sat perfectly in the saddle, when she finally heard the other catch up. He was handsome and her cheeks turned a bit rosey, not enough to notice though, as she always made sure she came off as independant over anything else. When he asked about the races, she stared back at him for a few moments.

Yeah, I train racehorses. I have about two trainees, I own four of my own, I jockey, and exercise She smiled her brightest smile. I gre up with horse trainers, horse racing and training wasn't really a choice, a destiny I guess. She trailed off at the end, was she talking too much ? She thought for a moment, then returned the question, you ?

[Beau]

After seeing a blur of horse and girl pass by his own mount, Beau quickly looked ahead. No need looking over his shoulder now, was there? Instead of glowering that he’d temporarily made a fool out of himself, Beau smirked when he saw the girl put her horse into a tight circle, waiting for him to catch up. Kanonier didn’t need much coaxing- with a subtle lift of the reins, the horse loped ahead quickly, strides long, and slid to a stop beside the girl once Beau pulled back slightly on the reins. The horse tossed his head, his short, milky mane warding off whatever insects that had gotten too close.

He raised a brow when she mentioned the grand total of her Thoroughbreds. Personally, Beau was fine with owning one or two- (he was unsure whether Helter owned him or not) rather because he was more of a generalist. He enjoyed the races, but he didn’t enjoy when his horse had been beaten. Giving an offish shrug, Beau raised the reins slightly, letting Kanonier walk slowly towards the forest and its trails. “I am all over.” He was hoping to purchase a few more horses; all of which having different disciplines. For now, he most interested in steeple-chasing. “I was around horses, a lot.” Another offish shrug. “I cannot train- I am awful at it.” He admitted, the tone in his cheeks changing slightly.