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Post by [ADMIN RILEY] on Jun 13, 2011 21:37:47 GMT -8
entry #1.
azraela mathieus - smoking gun.
523 words.
[/i][/right]azraela mathieus - smoking gun.
523 words.
Azraela, yeah she was a staff member but her horse was inexperienced. She'd bought him untrained. Surely there was no harm taking him through a show, right? Well, so long as she didnt win that is. Az gave her stallion a firm pat on the shoulder. The halter show, honestly, was the only one she felt O.k. Entering. She was well above the students levels and didn't feel right taking advantage of the trail show- as western saddle events were her specialty- she checked Gun over.
She'd polished his hooves and braided his mane. It looked as even as she could get it considering how fidgetty Smoking Gun was. The classic champagne stallion tossed his head, snorting hard and pawing the groumd impatiently. She'd clipped him and bathed him. Giving him a funal rub with a soft cloth to give his coat that extra shine. It really brought out the reverse dapple in him. She was proud to own him, just by his looks alone.
His temperment, however, could use a great deal of work. He could be more hard-headed than the mustangs she'd worked back home. But then musrangs truly were the easiest horse to gentle. Individuals took time, but they had that desire to please their herds. 'tame' bred horses did not. 90% of the time tame horses were on their own, no herd aspects to their lives.
"alright big boy, lets go" she attached his number to his halter, clipped his half-chain silver and smoke lead on and lead him from the barn. Honestly he wasn't meant to show in halter. He was better conformed for riding events, the rodeo, the trail, reining, all of it. Yes, when it came to quarter horses there were two, no, three types. The pony-type, the saddle-type, and the halter-type. Why the 'halter-type' was so good she would never know. They really were poorly conformed. They could barely be ridden! Isn't halter meant to display impecable comfirmation? Apparently not any more.
She lead him around the arena, along with the other horses and handlers, watching the students, proud of the horses she had worked on, spotting problem horses- including her own,stallion,who side-stepped away from the judge when she asked for the trot. Smoking Gun tossed his head, refusing to trot, or walk at the appropriate shoulder height for quarter horses. It was depressing to know he would be at risk to a marl down just because he behaved like an english trained horse verses the western he trully was. But at the same time it was enlightening because it taught Az what she needed to work on.
Before she knew it it was time to break to a walk and, finally, line up. This, at least, Gun did right. He squared himself without prompting, standing between a couple of geldings- az had thought them best to stand with- head relaxed at his shoulders, focused on his handler, and not his audience. He flicked his banner and twitched an,ear, eyeballing the judges as they marched down the line silentky grading the participants. "be good boy" she whispered as they drew nearer, the suspense hanging on her like a thick shroud.
She'd polished his hooves and braided his mane. It looked as even as she could get it considering how fidgetty Smoking Gun was. The classic champagne stallion tossed his head, snorting hard and pawing the groumd impatiently. She'd clipped him and bathed him. Giving him a funal rub with a soft cloth to give his coat that extra shine. It really brought out the reverse dapple in him. She was proud to own him, just by his looks alone.
His temperment, however, could use a great deal of work. He could be more hard-headed than the mustangs she'd worked back home. But then musrangs truly were the easiest horse to gentle. Individuals took time, but they had that desire to please their herds. 'tame' bred horses did not. 90% of the time tame horses were on their own, no herd aspects to their lives.
"alright big boy, lets go" she attached his number to his halter, clipped his half-chain silver and smoke lead on and lead him from the barn. Honestly he wasn't meant to show in halter. He was better conformed for riding events, the rodeo, the trail, reining, all of it. Yes, when it came to quarter horses there were two, no, three types. The pony-type, the saddle-type, and the halter-type. Why the 'halter-type' was so good she would never know. They really were poorly conformed. They could barely be ridden! Isn't halter meant to display impecable comfirmation? Apparently not any more.
She lead him around the arena, along with the other horses and handlers, watching the students, proud of the horses she had worked on, spotting problem horses- including her own,stallion,who side-stepped away from the judge when she asked for the trot. Smoking Gun tossed his head, refusing to trot, or walk at the appropriate shoulder height for quarter horses. It was depressing to know he would be at risk to a marl down just because he behaved like an english trained horse verses the western he trully was. But at the same time it was enlightening because it taught Az what she needed to work on.
Before she knew it it was time to break to a walk and, finally, line up. This, at least, Gun did right. He squared himself without prompting, standing between a couple of geldings- az had thought them best to stand with- head relaxed at his shoulders, focused on his handler, and not his audience. He flicked his banner and twitched an,ear, eyeballing the judges as they marched down the line silentky grading the participants. "be good boy" she whispered as they drew nearer, the suspense hanging on her like a thick shroud.