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Post by benjiwest on Jun 12, 2011 21:12:45 GMT -5
The blue roan stallion stood there, his eyes on the open feild and woods, seeing many jumps and ditchs with water, none that feared him. He didnt seem to be english, but this was all knew being at an English riding academe. His head turned as he felt weight being put on him, he looked and saw that it was his owner/rider, Kolten LockHeart. Kolten padded his neck as he swung him self into the english saddle, fitting nicely in it. He gathered the reins and nudged the stallion, Terror In The Barrel into a trot. They trotted in a circle, getting warmed up, but after they were ready, Kolten nudged him into a soft gallop and went off, jumping over small logs first.
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Post by ••NARLA•• on Aug 2, 2011 14:47:16 GMT -5
(benji,we roleplay people and their fellings not horses,like u did in ur first part.)
The girl rode her lesson horse with a firm canter onto the course.She rode against the breezing wind,inline with the horizon.The sun was setting,giving the night a red glow.Natsha assked sassy to go over the first jump and clared it well.
(are you french benji?)
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Post by benjiwest on Aug 4, 2011 14:05:18 GMT -5
((yes im french and i dont want to post here. This is an old topic.))
the wind blew hard.
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