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Post by Maggie on Nov 22, 2008 8:57:05 GMT -5
Weather: Cold, snow flakes are falling outside Indoor/outdoor: Indoor Limit: You have two days to complete your post, if you do not make the limit you will be disqualified from the event. Course: Barrel CombinationTips: Try to get the fastest time, please do not god mod. Make post longer than 150 words.
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Post by *Miss*Jane* on Nov 24, 2008 15:21:46 GMT -5
Brooke waited at the entrance nervously, butterflies fluttering in her unsettled stomach. She heard her named called, and she closed her eyes for a brief second, gasping in the cold air. Sure she had done this course tons, but still, she was never much of a public performer. She opened her tightly squeezed eyes and dug her heels into Emerald's sides. The mare shot forward, and Brooke looked up, seeing the crowd fly by like blurs and streaks of color. She leaned to the side, pulling her reins over as the mare flew to the right.
They came around the barrel with such speed and precision, Brooke was sure this was a dream. Emerald was sure, she didn't hesitate when they curved a form around the red and white oil can. Brooke stopped leaning when they were galloping across the arena to the next obstacle. Brooke nudged Emerald, as she lengthened her stride, making them faster and more graceful. Brooke's exhale caused frost in the cold, whipping air that hit her face as they rode through the course.
Now they were coming to the second barrel. It stood out, taunting them, daring them to come in the wrong way, or to turn too sharply. Brooke held her breath and leaned again, pushing her wight forward. With horror, Emerald knocked the barrel with her shoulder. Brooke watch, her mouth a gap. It staggered back and forth, but stayed in place, deciding the couple hadn't offended it that much.
The last barrel. The one that could either help them, or make them fail. This one had to be treated with care, for if you upset it the slightest, it wasn't likely to forgive you. Brooke chewed on her lip as the last stride carried them to the barrel, the leaned sharply as Emerald grunted and swerved around it with profession. Brooke smiled with exhilaration as they passed it, leaning forward more as the galloped back to the entrance. They were safe now, the beep went off as they crossed the line, both pairs of eyes flashing with excitement.
Brooke slid off of Emerald from the left, patting her fondly as she led her over to the water bucket. She couldn't wipe the smile off her face; they had gotten a good time. She looked back over to the clock, grinning widely again.
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