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Post by BECKiEE :) on Aug 14, 2007 16:08:58 GMT -5
It was a quiet afternoon and Darren had planned to come out here for a ride, and maybe
sleep somewhere for the night here. In any case his sleeping bag was rolled up and
packed tightly into a small roll that hung from an attachment to his newly purchased
western saddle. The horse he rode on was his stallion, Wolf. The Warmblood looked
nervous as they entered the trees with the sun setting off in the distance. Wolfs ears
pricked attentively at every breaking twig, every falling leaf. Darren was wearing a plain
tight black t-shit and some old ripped jeans, with black converse. Not exactly the best
footwear for riding, but they would do. He made sure he had a good contact on the reins
before nudging the paint stallion on so he was walking at a steady pace, his shod hooves
making imprints in the dusty path the walked along .
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Post by ♥ Kara Lee ♥ on Aug 14, 2007 20:26:22 GMT -5
 Dark brown hair billowed behind as Livie rode softly. Her leather Western saddle creaked as she moved. Her gelding, Dog The Bounty Hunter, rode peacefully along, black ears pricked. Livie wore tight black jeans, with a tight dark purple tee and black and red Converse. She tightened her grip on the reins, and slowed Duane to a walk, noticing another rider and horse. Duane sidestepped, fearing the stallion. Livie murmered something soothing in Irish, making the Arabian gelding calm. The horse began trotting towards the stallion, and Livie pulled back tightly on the reins, making Duane squeal in anger, then snort.
Bog,babaí...
She whispered softly.
Bog...
She glanced up at the boy, staring at the back of his head to make him turn around. She glared evily at Duane, bofore murmering a quick,
Walk on..
Duane immediatly took off after the stallion, and it took all of Livie's strength to hold on. Duane slid to a stop about five feet infront of Darren and Wolf.
Muttering curses in Irish, Livie dismounted and flipped the reigns over the gelding's head. [/size] |
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Post by LazyBeckiee on Aug 21, 2007 8:05:08 GMT -5
Darren heard the sound of another horse before he saw it, so did Wolf, and the stallions
head spun round excitedly, ears pricked nostrils flaring. Darren followed by example and
also turned to see a girl, a little younger than him, riding a paint gelding. Wolf let a small
rumble developed in his chest and he nickered quietly, before having Darren touch his
heels lightly to his barrel. A few moments later he heard thundering hooves, and Wolf
skitted to the side in a panic and hurtled into and old oak tree, before letting out a dazed
snort and staggering sideways onto the track again. Darren cursed at the other horses
sudden flight, but at least he hadn’t fallen off. Wolf didn’t seem to be injured from his
rendezvous with the tree, just a little confused, but he would be back to normal in no
time. He nudged the stallion on again, bringing himself alongside the girl and her horse.
''You okay?'' he said softly in his slightly Norwegian accent, tightening the reigns
on his stallion to make sure he stood still.
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Post by ♥ Kara Lee ♥ on Aug 21, 2007 11:26:45 GMT -5
Yeah, no thanks to this trouble maker,
She growled, and the gelding hung his head. Olivia raised her head, looking at the boy for a moment.
I'm Livie,
She said softly. (No muse...and yet I had an urge to post....) |
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Post by BECKiEE :) on Aug 23, 2007 9:10:18 GMT -5
He watched Olivia and her horse whilst she spoke and then remained quiet for a few
seconds before he himself spoke up.''I’m Darren'' he said with a small friendly
smile. He also dismounted his horse and moved himself and Wolf a little closer so he
could speak properly to Livie.''Looks like you have a horse with a right attitude''
he said eyeing the gelding, feeling Wolf tug expectantly on the reins. Of course he
wanted to keep going, he hadn’t been out in a while, he had been lame and been kept in a
stable. But now that his leg had sufficiently healed, he was ride able again. Darren pulled
the reins over the warm bloods head and held them like he would a lead rope, at least he
could guarantee Wolf wouldn’t do anything whilst Darren was on the ground next to him.
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Post by ♥ Kara Lee ♥ on Aug 24, 2007 16:43:19 GMT -5
Livie smiled as Darren dismounted.
Warmblood stallion?
She asked, nodding towards Wolf.
Yeah, he can be good when he wants too... |
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Post by BECKiEE :) on Aug 25, 2007 6:36:56 GMT -5
''Yeah, his name is Celtic Wolf. But might as well call him Wolf''. Darren said this
in his normal tone of voice as he glanced at the stallion, who had now turned his interest
to the gelding, Wolf seemed to be looking suspiciously out of the corner of his brown
eyes at him.No funny business.. he muttered inwardly, the thoughts directed at the
Warmblood beside him. Darren spoke up again, his eyes tracking back to Olivia.''Any
horse can be good when it wants to, but its nice to see that he still has spirit. Not like
some of those...'broken' horses you see that have been beaten into behaving'' he
muttered darkly about the cruel training methods there were around today. before looking
back at her.''So, what’s his name?''
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Post by ♥ Kara Lee ♥ on Aug 25, 2007 9:49:34 GMT -5
Livie frowned slightly.
Yeah...
She said.
His name is Dog The Bounty Hunter...but you can just call him Duane. (HE'S BACK! NUU!!!) |
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Post by BECKiEE :) on Aug 25, 2007 10:58:19 GMT -5
He nodded towards her, and extended a hand towards the gelding whistling softly to him
to attract his attention, intent to see what his reaction would be. Mean while, Wolf had
begun looking at the other human, Livie, his ears pricked as he gazed at her, then, seeing
her as no threat, lowered his head and nibbled at the grass on the side of the track.
''What breed is Duane?'' Darren said, still holding his hand out to the gelding.
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Post by ♥ Kara Lee ♥ on Aug 25, 2007 11:08:22 GMT -5
Arabian...
She said quickly, as after sniffing Darren's hand, the gelding did a bunny hop away from the stallion.
Bog!
She said softly, and he relaxed slightly.
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Post by BECKiEE :) on Aug 25, 2007 11:15:53 GMT -5
He watched the gelding jump away at the sight of Wolf, and withdrew his hand. He heard
Livie say something,' Bog', a different language maybe? He pondered for a few
seconds before he gestured with his head towards the path ahead of them.''You want
to continue? I might be able to help if Duane decides to go galloping off again''. He
offered quietly, not wanting to offend Livie, but he didn’t want to see her get hurt, even if
they had just met.
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Post by ♥ Kara Lee ♥ on Aug 25, 2007 11:21:05 GMT -5
Livie subconsiously answered in Irish.
Cinnte...
Duane moving over, and Livie mounted swiftly. [/size] |
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Post by BECKiEE :) on Aug 25, 2007 11:26:55 GMT -5
Taking her lead, Darren pulled himself back up into the saddle of Wolf. Taking the reins
and apply even contact on both, he looked towards Wolfs head to see his ears pricked
expectantly, before looking over at Livie.''Is that Irish you speaking?'' he asked,
nudging the stallion forward, and allowing him to walk slowly along the dust path.
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Post by ♥ Kara Lee ♥ on Aug 25, 2007 11:33:31 GMT -5
Yeah, I grew up in Ireland,
She said softly. She leaned forward, giving Duane his lead. Duane responded eagerly, shooting out like a bullet.
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Post by BECKiEE :) on Aug 25, 2007 11:39:38 GMT -5
''That would explain it then'' Darren said, he was born in Norway, he couldn’t
speak much Norwegian, but he still had the slight accent of one at least. He nudged Wolf
after the eager gelding, the stallion matching his speed and stride with the arabian.
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