Post by vegaaxx on May 23, 2013 7:22:29 GMT -5
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*RALEIGHFREYACALHOUN,
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Face Claim: Susan Coffey
OH, HAI THERE! I'M VEGA AND IT IS MY PLEASURE TO MEET YOU. I'VE BEEN DOING THIS FOR TEN SO I KNOW WHAT TO DO. YOU NEED TO TALK TO ME? HIT ME UP AT PM AND I'LL TRY TO GET BACK TO YOU.
[/b] Deacon strode around, hitting the wall with his fist while the dunalino mare pranced her way around, making him hate her with a passion. She was well behaved doing ground work but something about having a human control her made her go bat shit crazy. Stupid horse. He stared at her and folded his arms, flicking the sweat from his forehead and biting his lip.
FULL NAME raleigh freya calhoun
AGE 17
GRADE 12
SEXUALITY straight
BIRTHDAY december second
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RP EXAMPLE
Baby come on, daddy wants to make you a champion mare so you can have lots of champion babies. Deacon, no matter how livid he was, walked calmly over to the mare and tightened the cinch up again, mounting quickly before she could take a bite at him. He loosened the reins but maintained contact with with the chain bit in her mouth, bending her to the right then to the left. She got the hang of that. With a left lead, he loped her down the middle with a counter bend, teaching her to switch her leads and bend the opposite way. Charisse tossed her head a few times and he tightened the reins slightly, bending his elbows in a little more to keep her head up. This would be the last time he was going to run a pattern with her today, then he was going to let her cool off and out into the pasture unless a certain blonde stopped by.. then he'd have to show off, which would be nice.
Loping a circle at the right lead, Deacon kissed at her to speed up and crow hopped and as turned her around the first barrel, but managed a quick lead swap and the correct bend around two. He grinned and kissed her for more speed and got the correct response. The turn was well executed and he pushed her for home, checking her whoa before the wall rushed up on them.
Good girl, sweetie. He reached down and rubbed her shoulder, loosening the reins and letting her walk with his feet out of the stirrups. The mare walked slowly, breathing heavily out her nostrils and snorting. Deacon slapped her round Quarter horse rear and stretched, staring out the bay door of the indoor arena, hoping for a blonde to appear that he knew would be Casey.
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