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[william solmen]

dangerous
i'm so dangerous watch your back
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Will ran his stallion over the jumps like they were nothing, the stallion every bit as dangerous as the kid riding him. Will wasn't making the stallion run over the jumps at the gallop, the horse was doing that himself. He dashed at incredible speeds, so incredible it was completely and utterly foolish and stupid of the kid. The horse lunged over jump... after jump, after jump. They were way too high from what the horse had been used too and Will didn't really seem to care. He was raised over his neck, no saddle, no helmet-despite the rule-, the bridle was so loose it didn't even do much good.

"WILLIAM!" a man shouted furiously from the gate.

"Here come the Nazis," Will growled to the horse. Will turned his horse hard and started hauling ass toward the trainer, King. King didn't move, he stood, staring, glaring, as if daring Will. Will never backed out of a dare. Then Will thought of his brother and bitterness bit into him. "HA!" Will yelled to Chase, digging his spurs in.

King wouldn't move. They were just feet away from King. Will sat back, grabbed the reins and clung to the stallions back. The stallion slid to a stop, just before King, before backing up a few steps. Will narrowed his eyes at King. People were gathering all around to look at the spectacle Will was making.

"What the HELL do you think you're doing?" King asked in that contemptuous way.

"Riding my horse, what does it look like Mr. Ballerina man?" Will said haughtily.

"Get off the horse, get a helmet and fix your bridle and if you go galloping over those fences like that again your riding privileges will be-"

Will cantered passed King before he finished, the wind wiping off any more words.

Will grabbed a helmet and tightened the bridle. The stallion tried to bite at several people and Will did nothing to prevent him. Will grabbed the reins and got on the stallion's back from inside the barn and trotted back out. He rolled his eyes at King as he stood, glaring at Will, by the bleachers. Will Leaped the gate going into the arena with Chase. He wouldn't even bother opening the dang thing. Plus Chase started to freak out when ever Will did go to open it. Will noticed another rider in the jumping arena. Which meant the fun was over. "Stupid ass teachers, what do they know about fun?"

Will was in a mood, he wasn't always so mean, but then again he'd been in a mood for almost a year now.

[krystin sarene ryne]

Krystin sighed as she finally arrived at the Barn, she hadn’t ridden either of her horses in about a week, which meant that the thoroughbred, Arabian pair would be hyper and ready to go the moment they stepped out of their stall.

‘Great… Just great, today didn’t exactly go all that great and now I’ve got my two lovable crazies to deal with… Awe who am I kidding? I miss my babies…’

At the ending thought, Krystin couldn’t help but smile, she sure had missed her horses. On her walk up to the Barn, Krystin noticed that her stallion, Dee was outside, sticking to her Black counterpart Whispers In The Dark as always.

“Sorry Dee, I’ve got to take Whisp out for some training, I’ll be back for you later girl”

Whisp had no issue leaving Dee’s side when it came to getting out and working, it was mainly the Golden Arabian mare that had the issues. Clipping the lead to the Thoroughbred’s halter, Krys led her into an open area in the barn, before clipping her to cross ties.

Having not been ridden in a week, the Thoroughbred mare was itching to get a move on. Whenever Krys wasn’t looking she’d paw at the ground and flicker her tail, even jittering in place to show her impatience. Being used to the mare’s antics, Krys simply ignored them… She slipped into the tack room before grabbing her grooming kit; setting to work on turning the mare’s dull, dirty and dusty coal black coat back into the sleek and shiny coal black that it usually was.

Whispers In The Dark continuously pawed at the ground, along with bobbing her head as she waited for Krys to finish grooming her. Once the coal black Thoroughbred mare with a star, slight stripe and two socks, was fully groomed –with her coat shining with a healthy glow that would make any show judge proud, Krys went back into the Tack room, grabbing the black Wintec 250 All Purpose saddle and a hunter green Lettia CoolMax ProSeries AP Pad, along with a SmartPak Fleece Girth, a copper colored Edgewood Hunter Bridle with coppery Flat Curb Reins and white Back on Track Polo Wraps. It had taken her two trips to carry everything out to her mare. But once she had what she needed, Krys made fast works of settling the pad and jump pad on her back. The black Wintec saddle slid on smoothly, though tightening the girth was a bit harder due to Whisper’s constant moving around. Putting the girth easily on the second hole, Krystin patted the mare’s neck and rubbed it soothingly.

“Easy Whisp, calm down girl we’ll be outside soon.”

With another easy pat, Krys was quick to wrap the mare’s legs in the Polo wraps before replacing the somewhat worn navy blue halter for the shinier Bridle. Throwing her hair in a low ponytail, Krystin placed her helmet on, although she hated wearing the thing, and then led the excited and jittery mare out to the arena.

As soon as she was outside she placed the reins over the mare’s head, tightened the girth a bit more before expertly jumping carefully into the sadly. It was clear that Whisp was ready to go with how she was constantly trying to take the bit in her teeth and take off. Once in the arena though, she felt the mare settle a bit, but she was still full of energy. It didn’t help any when the one male jumped his horse over the arena rail with his horse. In fact it only made Whisp want to go even more.

“Ignore him girl, come on we need to settle and get down to business… I promise we’ll go for a gallop later..”

She pat the mare's neck and pushed her through her gaits in both directions, hoping it would burn off some of her energy…

Her soft grey eyes watched the other male who had jumped into the arena on his horse curiously, she was half paying attention to what she was doing, and half wondering who the male was... She hadn't met him before and for some reason she felt like she wanted to know him...

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