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Post by [R][ø][x][¥] on Jan 4, 2008 22:35:36 GMT -5
Kristine felt an uneasyness from the girl, she could sense a persons very soul from the moment she met them, however this girl, might be different, she pictured her nice. But her reaction to the stallion was prude, which ticked Kristine off, for she was easily ticked off, and this girl did not want to be another Izzi. Simply put if Kristine thought you were a bitch, she would tell you so, no exceptions.
[Don't push her, it gets ugly]
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Post by / / I z z i * on Jan 4, 2008 22:39:09 GMT -5
++Belive me it is ugly++ ++lol++
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Post by dealias on Jan 4, 2008 22:43:06 GMT -5
Bailey didn't really pay attention to the girl on the stallion. She was concentrating on her horse. She was finished working him over fences, yes, but that didn't mean that she had to finish training herself.
She dropped her feet from the stirrups and lifted her feet into an almost straight position. It stretched the back of her calves so bad, she would b mad-sore the next morning. But. You had to suffer to do well... She sighed.
[wasn't trying too!! ;D]
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Post by [R][ø][x][¥] on Jan 4, 2008 22:48:13 GMT -5
She rounded a barrel, pushing on through, then skidded to a stop. Flat on a dime. Aye, Chris, you just gotta take control, he's not that scary, are ya Spitfire? she asked the horse aloud.
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Post by dealias on Jan 5, 2008 1:40:48 GMT -5
Bailey looked over at Chris. She wondered why he didn't ride the horse. She looked over at the flame-colored arab, spirited thing. She smiled at it. She loosened her reins and let Angel drop his head low to the ground. She scratched his mane line affectionately and made little kissing sounds. His ears flickered backwards to catch the noises.
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Post by [R][ø][x][¥] on Jan 7, 2008 21:37:24 GMT -5
Kristine smiled, You can't keep trading with my horse she cooed, she loved her brother she really did, but he needed to get over his horse fear thing or whatever it was.
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Post by dealias on Jan 8, 2008 15:28:04 GMT -5
Bailey looked over her shoulder at Chris and smiled. She agreed with Kristine on that matter. He was sitting on a horse, how could he be afraid of that arab? They were both horses, right?
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