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Post by Hansel L Stoker on Jul 13, 2010 19:51:09 GMT -5
Hansel wondered into Hawthorne much happier then he had been for the past few weeks. Both of his equines were able to be stabled here and it made him very happy to know that both of his loves had a new home as well after they both had passed their seemingly forever stay in quarantine. It was enough to place a small contented smile upon the dark haired Austrian's face.
Hansel was a bit taller then your typical Austrian male since his father was originally from Great Britain and had married his mother in Vienna, which gave Hansel his more British look to his appearance then Austrian. He was rather quiet since he felt his English was quite terrible even though he grew up in a completely bilingual household.
Hansel walked past a the seemingly large amount of quarter horses, each one with their own personality. These were mainly border horses kept separate from the stable owned equines. He did not mind this of course. Since this meant that people just stopping by to wander through the barn were less liking to feed the border owned horses since the stable owned would most likely get all of the treats. Hansel felt a soft chuckle escape since he knew this small fact would make Trompeta, his Lipizzaner stallion, a sad boy. The gray did love his treats of various tastes and sizes.
As Hansel neared the Lipizzaner's stall, he heard a soft whinny from behind him. His other horse, Berlin, was greeting her master affectionately. He walked toward her stall knowing that Trompeta could wait a bit more to be worked out. Hansel knew the Lipizzaner liked to be lazy when he was allowed to.
Hansel approached the black tobiano gypsy vanner's stall and slid open the gate to give the mare a soft pat, as she nuzzled his cheek. He kissed the mares nose before slipping back out of her stall to go and greet the lipizzaner. Trompeta perked his ears forward at the sight of Hansel approaching his door and knew that his lazying about was now over and it was time to work.
After about ten minutes of grooming and another moment to tack up the lipizzaner, the pair were ready to hit the indoor for a work out. Hansel had a feeling that Trompeta was going to be a handle full today since he had nearly a month off as he traveled across the atlantic and stood around in a quarantine stall.
Hansel pushed open the door to the indoor and noticed through his glasses that there were no other riders currently in the indoor, which means that Trompeta could be the brat he wanted to be without fear that he would disturb others. Hansel was quite grateful for this, he did not want to feel guilty about some of Trompeta's antics.
Hansel shut the door behind the pair and rolled down the black strapped irons of his dressage saddle, and swung a perfectly polished booted foot up and over, as Hansel adjusted himself in the saddle. There were perks to owning a 15.2 hand equine and being just shy of six feet. Hansel held on to his double reins and carefully asked Trompeta for a walk to start the warm up process.
"Mein Trompeta, mach vielen Spaß!"*
Hansel grinned knowing his equine once fully engaged would behave like a true Austrian gentlemen, for now.
* Trompeta, have fun!
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Post by Zulmarie Belle E. on Jul 14, 2010 9:51:16 GMT -5
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Lightly padding Anthem's neck as she turned him into his stall, another shrill neighing caught her ears. The black gelding seemed to pin his ears back and shake his head as if he understood. Laughing I fed him two strawberries, stroking just behind his ears before kissing his forehead. The neighing came again, more demanding this time as Marie leaned off Anthem's stall door, waving him bye. "Duty calls boy, but I promise we'll ride again" She whispered to him gently before moving onto the neighs.
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A chestnut filly was trotting in tight circles in her stall, ears pulled back. That is until she finally saw her handler. The way she acted made Zulmarie laugh before taking the halter from the rail just outside the mare's stall. Unlocking it, she stepped inside with her, slapping her neck firmly. "I'm here little lady, no need to make scandals hmm?" Chuckling, she slipped the white nylon halter behind her ears, clipping the lead and taking her out. Today she would do a couple of oxers here and there, and possibly a few vertical jumps.
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Sayda simple bobbed her head, eager to do anything that would get her out of the sick barn she was in. Looking around as Zulmarie tied her at the cross ties, her ears folded back as she waited patiently now. Soon Marie was back, groom set at hand as she got to grooming her mare's coat. It didn't take long seeing as her chestnut coat didn't loose it's luster from being rolled about in the straw. After passing her body brush, she combed out her mane and then her tail. The hair was a bit rough, but gave in easy.
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Setting the comb back in place, Zulmarie debated on weather to put the polish oil on the mare, but then figured not to. Taking the grooming set back she vanished into the tack room before coming back out with her tack. Sayda bobbed her head again, extending her neck before stomping the ground with her left fore leg eagerly. Placing the saddle blanket, saddle and breast collar on her, she flipped her mane to the other side. Then she wrapped the white polo wraps on the mare's legs. Her rich coat color looked nice against white, and black.
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Walking over to the mare's head she slipped the halter off, to replace with her leather bridle, simple snaffle D bits were slipped into the mares mouth. Sayda mouthed it a couple of times before Marie locked the throat latch and set the halter back on it's rail. Fully tacked and eager, the mare did a little side step, one she was famous for and neighed. "Alright, were going" Zulmarie mused as she curled her fingers along the bridle's reins and led the female out to the indoor arena.
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The doors were closed, so resting the reins on her shoulders she slid the doors open, just enough to fit herself and the mare through. As the last films of her tail went through, Marie quietly closed the doors and moved over. Looking up ahead she saw a stunning horse doing a transitioned walk, the rider had like the perfect siting on the mount. Blinking curiously Zulmarie pulled Sayda to the back bleachers and sat down to watch. His face was new, the horse was new, yep, Zulmarie was sure she hadn't seen him before.
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Sayda stood there, eying the stallion and rider curiously, ears pulled back. Marie knew better then to hold the reins stiffly, since she knew Sayda would bail out if they drew near her. Well now a day's Zulmarie didn't know. She had been perfectly calm around Reese's mount, Chaos, but she wanted to be on the safe side. They stayed quiet, watching the duo practice.
WORDS | six.four.six
OOC | you can click on thier attire, after where it says wears/and flaunts xD |
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Post by Hansel L Stoker on Jul 14, 2010 12:21:27 GMT -5
Hansel cued Trompeta into a transitional trot to begin to assess how lazy his lipizzaner had become with his month off. Hansel was deep in focus feeling out Trompeta's trot. Over all the stallion seemed to still have his typical airy gait to his trot, which was quite pleasant to sit to, especially in the dressage ring if the judges were particularly in love with trot to canter combination with no chance of walking for most of the set. Satisfied with the gait, Hansel pushed the lipizzaner into a canter, only after having trotted for seemingly a few brief minutes.
Trompeta stretched out his legs as he picked up the canter, but on the wrong lead just to annoy Hansel. After all Trompeta wanted a small revenge for being worked today. Hansel looked down at the head of his mount and gave it a soft glare and simply turned Trompeta around so he would truly be cantering on the correct lead. He knew that Trompeta was getting saucy with him because the stallion had a month off and did not want to work. Oh how Hansel knew his beloved stallion so well.
Trompeta gave a soft buck once he was facing the direction to make his lead correct, only to feel a sharp pull upon his mouth to behave from Hansel. Hansel refused to use a whip on Trompeta even if the stallion was being a jerk. He felt that it just did more harm then good. However, Hansel did know one thing that would send the message to his mount to behave. Hansel pushed the stallion to continue at the canter sitting lightly in the saddle and keeping a steady hand on his mount in case he decided to try a speed up trick on him. Hansel cued the stallion to halt from a canter, which the stallion followed through with thinking that he had won this battle. Hansel smirked and pulled lightly on the bit and forced Trompeta to back and to keep backing as he saw fit.
Trompeta pinned his ears back in annoyance at being asked such a pointless command. There was nothing more annoying to the Lipizzaner then to back up for an eternity. Hansel had him back for a few minutes only to finally find a contented spot to allow Trompeta to halt once more. The stallion tossing his head lightly to communicate that he would finally behave. Hansel decided to ask for a trot from the Lipizzaner happy that their was an understanding finally reached. He brought the stallion to the edge of the wall to trot around the entire length of the arena, when he spotted a cooper chestnut and a young women sitting on the bleachers watching him. Hansel shook his head lightly at the fact that she had witnessed his stallions tantrum and upon approaching the duo, Hansel slowed Trompeta to a walk and finally back to a standing position away from the mare and addressed the young woman. His voice held a noticeable German accent.
"I am sorry you had to watch my horse be silly. He is just mad at me because I brought him out of his vacation."
Hansel was quite amused at his stallions antics and knew it was quite true that Trompeta was going to be fresh today. Not like he was asking Trompeta to do above the airs or anything remotely challenging for the stallion.
Trompeta was content standing around and noticed the pretty little chestnut to his left hand side. He perked his ears forward and nickered to the chestnut in greeting. He attempted to take a step or two toward the chestnut only to feel a small tug at the bit to keep him in place. Trompeta simply extended his head forward to tug back on the reins.
Hansel shook his head.
"Excuse Trompeta, he has a mind of his own."
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Post by Zulmarie Belle E. on Jul 14, 2010 13:48:39 GMT -5
Leaning her elbows back on the bleacher's edge behind her, Zulmarie leaned back to watch. Her leg crossed over the other one, her cream breeches fitted nicely. Sayda took to nibbling on her pony tail, before nickering and looking back to the flashy stallion. It was slightly apparent that the stallion was angst about being practiced today. The way he gave his little bucks made them look like dancing then in dressage. Zulmarie didn't know that he had gone on the wrong lead into a canter as his handler circled him back to the correct side.
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She had seen dressage performances here and there, but it never appealed to her. She preferred chasing above all others, that and endurance. But watching them move was gracious and uplifting, as she let one of her fingers lightly rub on the mare's cheek and then on the branches of her jaw. The leggy chestnut nickered in content and lazily closed her eyes, ears drawn sideways in a very relaxed manner. That was her tickle spot which Marie had found days after taking her home. Taking her eyes away from the stallion and his handler to look up at her chestnut who seemed at bliss besides her.
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With a chuckle, Zulmarie looked back onto the arena to catch the handler aiding his horse with the back command. Sayda didn't ever do that, but Anthem did, funny Zulmarie didn't really know the proper name for it. Leaning forward a bit, she rested her palm under her chin, leaning her elbow on her thigh as she continued to watch. As they rounded the entire arena in a leggy trot, she had been spotted.The tender thud's of his mount's hooves hitting the dirt slowly grew into hearing distance in both Marie and Sayda's ears.
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The mare watched them, head raised and ears poised forward in full alert. Her nares widened as she gave a short snort, tail slapping against her haunches as she side stepped once more, bumping into the bleachers. "Calm down Sayda" Zulmarie said rather stoutly as she stood up, bracing the reins in her hands firmly to keep the mare at bay. Glancing up she watched the steed and rider approach and lightly backed Sayda up to keep peace. The mare pinned her ears back, snorting once more before falling silent next to Zulmarie.
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Hey strange grey eyes fell over the flashy stallion before glancing to it's rider, a rather handsome man at that. Listening to him, a small smile broke along her lips. "Oh no that's okay, and yea I know that feeling, your mount isn't the only one angry" She said with a slowly growing smile, before patting her beloved mare's neck. As the stallion leaned his nose a bit closer to Sayda, she squealed, trying to move over but Marie tugged the reins down, keeping her settled. "Heh, and excuse my mare, she's all that and then some" She replied with a short laugh.
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Post by Hansel L Stoker on Jul 17, 2010 11:16:54 GMT -5
Hansel chuckled and smiled.
"She seems immune to Trompeta's charm."
Hansel leaned forward and pat Trompeta's neck.
"Well dear boy, it seems that there are mares that are not interested in you."
Hansel teased the stallion after sitting back in the saddle, only to have the stallion toss his head lightly causing his mane to fan out in all directions.
Hansel turned his attention back to the young woman.
"I feel silly for not having introduced myself sooner. My name is Hansel and this is Neapolitano Trompeta, or just Trompeta. He is normally better behaved, but he was enjoying being lazy in quarantine and is just getting back to work."
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Post by Zulmarie Belle E. on Jul 17, 2010 18:20:15 GMT -5
Sayda eyeballed the stallion before throwing up a fit of her own. Panting her hooves on the ground she snorted at him, ears drawn back, sidestepping again, flicking her tail. Groaning Zulmarie excused her self for a moment. Putting the stirrup to the bottom of the heel she swung her leg over the saddle. With the added wait the mare seemed to quiet down, as she was kept on a tight rein.
Looking back to him she blushed embarrassingly. "Ugh sorry, she does this around other stallions, but she means no harm." TO him name she smiled at the stud. "Trompeta? that's a nice name for him" She slowly stroked Sayda's mane before meeting with Hansel's question. "I'm Zulmarie, but you can call me Marie. And this is Sayda, or She's All That" Grinning, she managed to trot her out onto the arena, passing Hansel and trotted her a few figure eights to calm her down some. Leading her back towards Trompeta and Hansel, Sayda seemed less tense, ears perked.
"It's okay Hansel, don't worry, horses tend to get carried away sometimes." The way she eyed Sayda, pointed out that she knew that idea with her mount. "So how long have you been riding here?" Zulmarie asked, picking up small talk as Sayda stood patiently.
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