Post by Jared Padackles on Apr 7, 2007 15:59:34 GMT -5
Jared loved horses. He remembered at an early age, when he lived in Canada, he had lived at an old farm, and there were so many beautiful horses there. He'd always give each one a ride, but his favorite had been a beautiful white stallion, a jumping horse on view, but a racer at heart. His name had been Whitewind. He had been an albino, white as snow with one hazel eye and one blue.
And it felt like they were meeting for the first time again. Even if it wasn't really Whitewind. The horse he was staring at now was similar in height, 8 hands, and color, but his eyes were different. Both were pale blue.
Appearantly, this horse was blind. But he knew his way, as the herder had mentioned. Jared was always so fond. He reached his hand out, and the horse nickered, nudging it's muzzle against Jared's offered palm. A soft smile laid across the Australian's face.
"Hey, arn't you gorgeous?" He whispered, and the horse snorted, as if agreeing. Jared laughed slightly.
He need this; just a relaxing moment. Between Nick's fever and the incident with Ryan, he needed time to think. It was like his childhood all over again. Shaking his head, he grabs a lead and clips it to the white stallion's halter, extracting him from the stable. He comes easily enough, his hooves a gently clip-clop against cement.
Jared tied him to a post, before checking the branding number, 23, and going to fetch the saddle, reigns, and jumping noose from hook 23.
The accessories for the horse made Jared think he was once prime in the stable. The fur numnah was gold tinted, the professional choice girth surrounded by wool girth sleeve the same, and the saddle was a comfortable black endurance race saddle. The harness was a Grackle Nose-band bridle, and it had a fine texture to it. Everything the horse owned screamed royality.
So, Jared set to work, removing the Cottage Craft Head-collar, and cupping the soft rubber bit of the Grackle Nose-band bridle, pushing it into the horses slobbery mouth. He went about, placing the fur numnah on the stallion's back, watching it's muscular neck twitch, followed by the saddle, adjusting the stirrups, and pulling tight the girth to a comfortable state for the horse. He swung the reigns over it's neck, and hoisted himself into the saddle. The horses flared it's nostrils and for a moment, Jared thought it'd buck him off, but it didn't.
The herder untied the lead, and Jared jarked the reigns left, and the horse moved in the desired direction. He exited the stables, and looked at the setup infront of him. He adjusted the jumping noose around the horses neck, and clung a gloved hand around it. He shifted the crop in his hand, leaned forward, preparing to errupt into a gallop immediately, and rose his ass off the seat.
"H'yeah!" He whipped the reigns, the crop jerking into the horses hind quatres and his hand tightening a grip on the noose. The horse took off, leaping into a gallop, inclining ti's neck forward in a run, its ears pressing back. It's flanks worked under pressure, and Jare remembered Whitewind again. The wind whipped his hair this way and that, and he maneuvered the stallion.
It was like it wasn't blind. It moved so gently and expertly, a smooth run, that no one could've thought it was lacking sight. He sailed over the jump with ease, and Jared just howled with excitement. He eased the stallion into a canter, trot, than a walk, letting him cool down.
"Damn, you're fast." He breathed. The horse snorted, side-stepping to avoid a rock. Jared was impressed. "I wonder what you're name is." He chuckled, "for now, it's Whitewind." His hand smoothed over the white mane. Whitewind's neck twitched under the touch.
"You must've been important to someone." He let Whitewind lead him where-ever.
And it felt like they were meeting for the first time again. Even if it wasn't really Whitewind. The horse he was staring at now was similar in height, 8 hands, and color, but his eyes were different. Both were pale blue.
Appearantly, this horse was blind. But he knew his way, as the herder had mentioned. Jared was always so fond. He reached his hand out, and the horse nickered, nudging it's muzzle against Jared's offered palm. A soft smile laid across the Australian's face.
"Hey, arn't you gorgeous?" He whispered, and the horse snorted, as if agreeing. Jared laughed slightly.
He need this; just a relaxing moment. Between Nick's fever and the incident with Ryan, he needed time to think. It was like his childhood all over again. Shaking his head, he grabs a lead and clips it to the white stallion's halter, extracting him from the stable. He comes easily enough, his hooves a gently clip-clop against cement.
Jared tied him to a post, before checking the branding number, 23, and going to fetch the saddle, reigns, and jumping noose from hook 23.
The accessories for the horse made Jared think he was once prime in the stable. The fur numnah was gold tinted, the professional choice girth surrounded by wool girth sleeve the same, and the saddle was a comfortable black endurance race saddle. The harness was a Grackle Nose-band bridle, and it had a fine texture to it. Everything the horse owned screamed royality.
So, Jared set to work, removing the Cottage Craft Head-collar, and cupping the soft rubber bit of the Grackle Nose-band bridle, pushing it into the horses slobbery mouth. He went about, placing the fur numnah on the stallion's back, watching it's muscular neck twitch, followed by the saddle, adjusting the stirrups, and pulling tight the girth to a comfortable state for the horse. He swung the reigns over it's neck, and hoisted himself into the saddle. The horses flared it's nostrils and for a moment, Jared thought it'd buck him off, but it didn't.
The herder untied the lead, and Jared jarked the reigns left, and the horse moved in the desired direction. He exited the stables, and looked at the setup infront of him. He adjusted the jumping noose around the horses neck, and clung a gloved hand around it. He shifted the crop in his hand, leaned forward, preparing to errupt into a gallop immediately, and rose his ass off the seat.
"H'yeah!" He whipped the reigns, the crop jerking into the horses hind quatres and his hand tightening a grip on the noose. The horse took off, leaping into a gallop, inclining ti's neck forward in a run, its ears pressing back. It's flanks worked under pressure, and Jare remembered Whitewind again. The wind whipped his hair this way and that, and he maneuvered the stallion.
It was like it wasn't blind. It moved so gently and expertly, a smooth run, that no one could've thought it was lacking sight. He sailed over the jump with ease, and Jared just howled with excitement. He eased the stallion into a canter, trot, than a walk, letting him cool down.
"Damn, you're fast." He breathed. The horse snorted, side-stepping to avoid a rock. Jared was impressed. "I wonder what you're name is." He chuckled, "for now, it's Whitewind." His hand smoothed over the white mane. Whitewind's neck twitched under the touch.
"You must've been important to someone." He let Whitewind lead him where-ever.
