Post by Daniel Tiger on Dec 9, 2006 0:03:56 GMT -5
Quickly Liz walked down the lines of stalls. She didn't stop till she got to the biggest brute in the stable. The horse within was crazy, wild, rambunctious. You might even go as far as to say evil. But you better not let Liz hear you saying that. She won't be to happy. She might even wipe the smile off her face. It is actually quite sad. She is always smiling, even while she is laying the the dust after being thrown off. She just never stops smilling.
Standing in the stall was a not so gentle giant. Standing at seventeen hands was a dark bay stallion. It was easy to see by his long legs and beautiful slim build that he was a thoroughbred. A darkish bay to be exact. He was a beauty. A marvel to be hold. But far from an agel. The stallion stood expectantly. As Liz drew near he let out a snort as if to say, "What took you so long?"
"Sorry, Gladiator," said Liz slipping into the stall, "It's not my fault I am stuck going to class," The stallion obviously did not think that this was a ligitament excuse. Liz stroked the stallions neck for a minute and did a quick run down of his legs like she always did before riding him. It was a habbit she had gotten into. It only took a minute and it helped insure that he was free of injury.
Liz slipped out of the stall and returned with the bridal slung over one shoulder the saddle on the other arm and a grooming kit in the first. Liz began to groom Gladiator's already spotless coat. After that she picked his hooves and ran a comb through his mane. He was getting impateint now. Taking the black leather she quickly slipped the bridal over his head and fitted the saddle to his back.
Liz lead the stallion out of the barn and walked him towards the ring. Liz usually mounted in the ring, or at least sometimes. She thought it was safer that way considering there was a forty five percent chance he was going to through her off with in five seconds. Not really but still. Anything was possible when you were dealing with Gladiator.
Leading Gladiator to the center of the ring lis prepared to mount. She gathered up the reigns and put her keft lef in the stirrup. She saw the mischevious look in the stallion eye and quickly through her leg over the saddle before he could do anything. And just as she had suspected as soon as he right foot slipped into the stirrup they were off.
Liz was in two point position. She hadn't sat in the saddle yet. Quickly realizing this was a bad idea she sat down. They were galloping, no, they were trotting. Then gladiator threw his head down and his heels up into the air. Liz who had known it was coming shifted her weight and managed to keep her seat.
"That was for taking so long wasn't it?" asked Liz patting the stallions neck as she signaled him to walk on. He didn't complain. Soon they were walking on the track. After a while Liz tightened her legs around his side and they were off at a trot. It was a beautiful stride. Not short and collected. No, it was deffinitly an extended stride. But it was controlled. the stallion wasn't going anywhere.
Gladiator had amazing strides. Without a doubt they were some of the best strides you would ever see. Getting him into the right gait. Well, your on your own with that. the trot was smooth and steady. After a while Lis sat in the saddle. The change was instant.
they were flying at the well balanced and smooth gait of a canter. the framing of the movement was perfect. The two of them moved as one. Liz let the reigns slip through her fingers so Gladiator could have his head. this was really a signal to him that he could steer himself. It was something she often did.
Liz understood that what Gladiator needed was to be a horse. So, she would let him steer himself. He knew not to go over any jump or anything. And Liz could take control backin about a second. No, it was just the idea behind it. Liz knew that she didn't own Gladiator, Gladiator owned himself. They only reason she rode him was because he trusted him.
The two got along great because of a connection, a bond, that they shared. It was that that allowed Liz to trust the stallion to take control of the wheel. The speed quickened. The pair moved in a figure eight. Then Liz took the reigns back and Gladiator knew what that meant. the pair were back at a walk.
Liz always walked before she jumped it was the smartest thing to do when you had a horse like Gladiator. Liz walked around once and then signaled for a canter. Without hesitation or a stride of trot they were off. They were at a loping canter. Beauiful and smooth. it was collected and controlled.
Liz turned the stallion in towards a two foot jump. The turn was good. As they reached the jump the stallion strides legnthened and Liz let them. No one was watching, it didn't matter what this looked like. Liz let the stallion over jump it. She could have stopped him, but she didn't. As they reached the jump Liz was out of the saddle and foward.
They were flying. They were suspended in mid air. And then they were decinding. then finally, they hit solid ground. Reaching the rail Liz recollected Gladiator and headed towards a three foot jump. This time she kept him collected all the way through. The approach. She let him speed up just lightly. At the jump he cleared it. This time he didn't have an extra foot.
Turning back towards the first just the two moved foward. This time the took it as more of a flowing motion. They way that height of jump was supposed to be taken. The Liz slowed the stallion back to a walk. They could do more and they would. But Gladiator was getting excited. And for her, that wasn't a good sign.
Standing in the stall was a not so gentle giant. Standing at seventeen hands was a dark bay stallion. It was easy to see by his long legs and beautiful slim build that he was a thoroughbred. A darkish bay to be exact. He was a beauty. A marvel to be hold. But far from an agel. The stallion stood expectantly. As Liz drew near he let out a snort as if to say, "What took you so long?"
"Sorry, Gladiator," said Liz slipping into the stall, "It's not my fault I am stuck going to class," The stallion obviously did not think that this was a ligitament excuse. Liz stroked the stallions neck for a minute and did a quick run down of his legs like she always did before riding him. It was a habbit she had gotten into. It only took a minute and it helped insure that he was free of injury.
Liz slipped out of the stall and returned with the bridal slung over one shoulder the saddle on the other arm and a grooming kit in the first. Liz began to groom Gladiator's already spotless coat. After that she picked his hooves and ran a comb through his mane. He was getting impateint now. Taking the black leather she quickly slipped the bridal over his head and fitted the saddle to his back.
Liz lead the stallion out of the barn and walked him towards the ring. Liz usually mounted in the ring, or at least sometimes. She thought it was safer that way considering there was a forty five percent chance he was going to through her off with in five seconds. Not really but still. Anything was possible when you were dealing with Gladiator.
Leading Gladiator to the center of the ring lis prepared to mount. She gathered up the reigns and put her keft lef in the stirrup. She saw the mischevious look in the stallion eye and quickly through her leg over the saddle before he could do anything. And just as she had suspected as soon as he right foot slipped into the stirrup they were off.
Liz was in two point position. She hadn't sat in the saddle yet. Quickly realizing this was a bad idea she sat down. They were galloping, no, they were trotting. Then gladiator threw his head down and his heels up into the air. Liz who had known it was coming shifted her weight and managed to keep her seat.
"That was for taking so long wasn't it?" asked Liz patting the stallions neck as she signaled him to walk on. He didn't complain. Soon they were walking on the track. After a while Liz tightened her legs around his side and they were off at a trot. It was a beautiful stride. Not short and collected. No, it was deffinitly an extended stride. But it was controlled. the stallion wasn't going anywhere.
Gladiator had amazing strides. Without a doubt they were some of the best strides you would ever see. Getting him into the right gait. Well, your on your own with that. the trot was smooth and steady. After a while Lis sat in the saddle. The change was instant.
they were flying at the well balanced and smooth gait of a canter. the framing of the movement was perfect. The two of them moved as one. Liz let the reigns slip through her fingers so Gladiator could have his head. this was really a signal to him that he could steer himself. It was something she often did.
Liz understood that what Gladiator needed was to be a horse. So, she would let him steer himself. He knew not to go over any jump or anything. And Liz could take control backin about a second. No, it was just the idea behind it. Liz knew that she didn't own Gladiator, Gladiator owned himself. They only reason she rode him was because he trusted him.
The two got along great because of a connection, a bond, that they shared. It was that that allowed Liz to trust the stallion to take control of the wheel. The speed quickened. The pair moved in a figure eight. Then Liz took the reigns back and Gladiator knew what that meant. the pair were back at a walk.
Liz always walked before she jumped it was the smartest thing to do when you had a horse like Gladiator. Liz walked around once and then signaled for a canter. Without hesitation or a stride of trot they were off. They were at a loping canter. Beauiful and smooth. it was collected and controlled.
Liz turned the stallion in towards a two foot jump. The turn was good. As they reached the jump the stallion strides legnthened and Liz let them. No one was watching, it didn't matter what this looked like. Liz let the stallion over jump it. She could have stopped him, but she didn't. As they reached the jump Liz was out of the saddle and foward.
They were flying. They were suspended in mid air. And then they were decinding. then finally, they hit solid ground. Reaching the rail Liz recollected Gladiator and headed towards a three foot jump. This time she kept him collected all the way through. The approach. She let him speed up just lightly. At the jump he cleared it. This time he didn't have an extra foot.
Turning back towards the first just the two moved foward. This time the took it as more of a flowing motion. They way that height of jump was supposed to be taken. The Liz slowed the stallion back to a walk. They could do more and they would. But Gladiator was getting excited. And for her, that wasn't a good sign.
