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Post by racingbelle on Jul 18, 2010 21:01:15 GMT -5
"Okay and don't look so surprised Chris, I'm not your jail warden all the time!" I teased. I knew that he wanted to get out of the house. I walked Belle to the track and started to warm up. "Alright I'm just going to gallop her kind of slow down the backstretch then breeze her for the last half of the mile." I said explaining the plain. I trotted Belle to where the gates would have stood and then held her still for about a minute then gave her the signal to burst forward. | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] | [atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/horses/n6nehdd8-1-1.jpg]
I coiled my muscles then exploded into a gallop as if I had been shot out of a cannon. Oh this was so fun! I just loved being able to run even if Stevie was holding me back! I hoped she would let me really run!
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[/sub][/blockquote] [/td][/tr][tr][td] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] I let Belle go at full speed for about a furlong then slowed her into a slow gallop. She didn't protest but instead obeyed instantly. I loved the thudding of her hooves and the rhythmic snorts of her breath, like bongo drums. I leaned over her neck jockey style and rode her to the clubhouse turn. I signaled Belle to change leads and felt the instant flow of power come into the reins, then pounded into the homestretch, only letting her go a little bit faster. Even though I was holding her head up a little I could still feel her strides getting longer. She knew what the homestrech meant and was fightning me for her head. Soon the half mile post loomed overhead and I let her go. "Go Belle! Run like the wind!" I cried into her ear. She exploded forward, lengthening her strides and going as if if was a real race. I let her run under the wire and then started to slow her. She protested a little but soon came to a stop. I turned around and patted the sweaty mare, trotting back to the others. "How was that? I think it was great for her first real work out!" I said, hopping off her. She was breathing hard and was in a lather but no more than she needed to. I started to lead the mare out of the dirt track and onto the grass, walking the mare in circles as we talked. "She was flying! It was so amazing!" My eyes were shining with joy. How I loved a good work from one of my horses! |
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Post by Forte on Jul 21, 2010 12:03:05 GMT -5
Chris watched sedately from atop his tree stump, unconsciously tapping one finger with the rhythm of Belle's hooves hitting the dirt - a staccato rhythm too fast to distinguish every beat in the stride. When Brianna came to stand above him he shifted his head a little towards her, just to acknowledge the fact she was there, but he was enraptured by the horse - neck stretched, feet churning up the dirt he'd worked so hard at creating weeks earlier. The horse was a dark streak against his sight - Stevie a small, frail creature hanging on for dear life as the powerful animal surged out underneath her. All was speed and light, the way Belle's shadow curved gracefully around the track as she seemed to race the shade itself, chasing paper tigers all down the stretch of Earth. The track wasn't much, barely eight furlongs or a little more, but they sure made the best of it and flew down and over like one beast.
Omaha had looked up sharply when Belle broke forth, his nostrils flaring in tense surprise. Why was she running like that? It was like the fire was at their heels again, and his ears turned back slightly at the memory, a shiver dislodging the gnats from his pelt. He watched wide-eyed during the whole run, until Belle had ceased to run and run, his head high with shock. This must be racing, then. He'd never known anything like it, and it certainly wasn't for him. As Belle pulled up puffing he took a step towards her, shaking his mane nonchalantly. "Wow!" he snorted at his friend, "that was really quick! Good job, Belle." He still looked a little thunderstruck, but as usual calmed down and went back to grazing at the grass under the shade of the magnolia overhead. It was a good tree, with the bottoms of the leaves flashing silver-white in the sunlight.
Chris grinned a little and stood up from his seat to go lean on Omaha's shoulders as Stevie walked Belle around the track, cooling her down. "Yeah, it was pretty good," he said, stroking Omaha's neck. The gelding turned his head slowly and sniffed at his owner so that Chris would scratch the top of his poll between his ears, which was like heaven to the gelding. "Good old Belle, I'm so glad she's feeling better now." He said softly, with an appreciative glance at the horse in question. After all, that mare had saved his life, and he wouldn't forget it any time soon. Without her he wouldn't even be here right now, either. |
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Post by Stella on Jul 21, 2010 12:33:08 GMT -5
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The girl watched, it seemed as if Belle was gliding her muscles rippled, it was amazing. Stella's mouth must have been opened, the horse ran so fast it looked like there was no effort, she watched with wide eyes, ''My that was amazing, i don't think i have seen a horse run so fast!''. Stella was going to go up to Stevie maybe hug her, pet Belle but she herd some noises from the pasture her horses where staying in. There was much stomping and neighing, Stella turned around the corner and saw her horses looking down at something Brianna trying to poke at it and lift it u p with her muzzle. The teen Girl looked at Stevie and Chris but did not wait, she started to run her legs moving fast, she was wondering what was making her horses like that.
As soon as Stella got there she opened the gate and ran to where Ghost and Brianna where, she pushed them aside, both looked sacred, it was a filly, ''OH MY!!'', she was pure white not a cream on her pelt, but she was so thin, bones sticking out on her ribs, her eyes pleaded for help. She was starved, and sore, cuts showed around her body, Stella did not know what to do, but she did start to cry and hold the fillies head on her lap, what will she ever do.
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Post by racingbelle on Jul 21, 2010 13:22:04 GMT -5
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I laughed. "That. That was nothing. I go a lot faster than that! But thanks. I go a lot faster when I race. I tossed my head and pranced, as Stevie led me in circles. I was feeling good! I was having fun! Let's do it again! I stopped and did a little half rear when Stella ran off and I pricked my ears to where her horses were making a fuss.
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[/sub][/blockquote] [/td][/tr][tr][td] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] I squimed my way out from under the fence. Mom was napping and I thought it was time to explore this ranch on my own. Hey what was that commotion over there! I galloped to it colliding with the fence as I stopped. I fell of course so I picked myself up and poked my head inbetween the fence. "Hi new horseys!" I called to the two horses that I didn't reconize. Then I saw the girl crying over the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.... 'Hey Stella! Why did you..." I looped Belle's reins on her neck and let her go, running after the girl. Hey wasn't that Storm...how did he get out!? I shook my head and saw the little foal that was in Stella's lap. "Oh my...who would do this to her?" I said angered by the state the filly was in. I climbed over the fence and started stroking the injured filly.
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Post by Forte on Jul 22, 2010 18:52:31 GMT -5
"Well, I thought it was pretty fast," Omaha snorted lightly, before jerking his head up sharply away from Chris's body as Stella started running across the field. "Where's she going so fast? Oh, look at those horses over there, something must be wrong." He looked at Chris, who tried to run after Stevie but staggered and slowed to a limping walk as pain shot through his ribs. Omaha took a glance back at Belle and then followed his owner, ears pricked towards the sound of the commotion as he went along at a slow trot. He pulled up sharply at the sight of the small white filly, and looked over at Storm with a familiar sort of grin.
"What've we got here?" Chris asked, before he'd caught sight of the filly. When he had, a strange mix of anger and sympathy came over his face. He clenched and unclenched his fist several times to calm himself down as he looked at the poor little horse, thin and harrowed and seeming to be abandoned. She was certainly a good looking little horse - a cremello by the sight of her. "It doesn't matter... It just doesn't matter, but we have to do something about her. She's a weanling, but all the same she shouldn't be out here on here own, and I'd bet you money that some idiot abandoned her because of her coloring or something stupid like that." He frowned and dragged himself over the fence to get a better look at the poor horse. "Stevie, will you go and make a bran mash quickly? I'd do it, but I'm afraid it'd take me a long time to get back here, you know." He looked over at Stevie, concern evident in his gaze. |
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Post by Stella on Jul 22, 2010 19:46:37 GMT -5
The girl was truly crying, as her horses surrounded her, and more people, she did not like this specially as such a pretty horse, ''She looks like moon crystals.., i cant believe any one would ever do this.. they deserve this back.. ''. Stella wish she could go hunt them down but she could not, she could get thrown in jail or worst. Bush she calmed down and wondered if it was best , ''Should we not stand her up?''. Stella was scared for the horse and wandered why Chris was acting like that though she knew what he was doing was best. MUSE---> LOW |
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Post by racingbelle on Jul 23, 2010 9:04:22 GMT -5
I looked at Chris and nodded gazing at the crying girl. Then I ran off to the barn, throwing together some bran mash before running back as fast as I could with a bucket. "Here you go." I said quickly. I had always marveled how Chris kept his head in tough situations, including fires. I shuddered at the memory and looked at the little filly again. Anger burned in my eyes. I just didn't know how people could live with themselves after they did this to an animal. "Now what?" I asked.
I squealed trying to get the two horses to notice me. "Hello! I'm Storm!" I called again but louder this time. I was still gazing at the little white thing in the girls arms. She was so beautiful and...white. Like the moon. I squirmed under the fence and trotted over to where the humans were standing. Then I laid down putting my head on the filly's rump.
I went after Omaha and Chris, slinging my head over the fence and watching as the humans scrambled over the little white filly. "Oh Omaha. How can anyone do this to such a little thing..." I said. I was rarely this emotional but this little filly found a soft spot in my heart.
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