*/ rebelious - kailen

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pale digits lightly rested on the feeling of the wood upon the stallion's stall door. his large, viberant body was hidden by the simple silk stable blanket that rested over his body, the only buckles present to the blanket were the ones that buckled around his wide chest. hindquarters was facing toward the stall's door, and his head was gazing into the wall that seperated him from the outside world. the large equine creature seemed to be standing there, pouting. though within a few moments of clueing in the familar energy of his master, brawny boa was brought around his body, bright optics scanning the female thoughtfully. his cranium shook lightly before his hind left foot sank into the shavings of the stall, his front end swinging around, and his large dome offering itself to the presence of the female. velvet kissers lightly pressing against the fea's digits, large chocolate orbs looking towards her, the dark leath halter sitting comfortably upon his dome. a faint smile tugged at the corner of her coral painted kissers, and her own, eyes brightened up.

{ hey. }

her vocals were quiet, calm and confident. everything that was needed to take in this stallion, and expect anything out of him. her pale digits ran across his velvet kissers quietly before she pulled out a baby carrott from her pocket, offering it under his maw lightly. his kissers quickly clued in to the food in her palm, and sucked it up like a vaccume. her eyes rested on the brute quietly before she took her hand back away from him, and grabbed the leather lead line from the hook on the side of his stall, she opened the stall door up lightly and guided herself into the stall. confidence filling her body, there was nothing slow, or tip toe-ish of her movements, she went in to the stall expecting a simple action, and the stallion accepted the action and his tiara dropped, boa arching lightly and his tear dropped shaped nare flared, taking in the scent of the leather cleaner that was used on the lead line. smiling lightly, she slipped the lead line to his halter and opened the stall door wide enough for the two bodies to move out into the isle way of the barn. the stallion's tiara rose lightly in the slightest amount of excitment as the brute's audits flickered forward, his head gazing to one side, looking at emty stalls, or stalls filled with tried, sweated horses that had just finished a lesson or work out.

the two of them had a steady stride until the came up to the cross ties. the shorter female asked the large warmblood brute to stand quietly, and her pale digits fumbled with the cross ties until they were set, and then she left the brute standing there, only walking a short distance into the tack department where she found the matching blue grooming kit, containing every single peice of grooming equiptment except for the electric razor. once she returned back to the equine, she quickly started to get to work, though she didn't dare rush a single stroke against the equines slick bay coat. the black stable blanket laied lifelessly on the floor, holding her grooming kit, nicely folded and acting as nothing but a boost for her grooming kit. the large warmblood stood quietly, the odd time a body part twitching, his nape constantly moving as he looked around the barn, watching some people pass by, others looking at his form, others walking by as if he was nothing but an invisable ghost. the broad frame stood there, the odd time quivering to release the little blood sucking skeletons that threatened to feast upon his frame, only to be swiped away by the sapphire brush that hope quietly ran over his body.

once his body was spotless, she moved to his thick ebony mane. her fingres tangled a few strands, she she pulled them quietly. with the movement of her body taking out peices of his mane, thinning it out lightly, the brute only seemed to dose off, only to be brought back to reality if someone was to pass. after a little while of pulling the brutes main, bordem started to kick into her as she finished that last pull, then ran a comb through it. once the brutes mane was done, she ran a quick brush through his forlock, that was still long, and threatened to hide his orbs, one thing she refused to touch, was the long delicate forlock that just finished zamiro off. she ran a comb through it quickly again once more before moving to his tail. she quickly brushed it out thoroughly and then trimmed the bottem, then braided his dock. once his tail was complete, she kept the brute in the cross tied, and went back into the tack room, her pale digits grabbing at the grooming kit and returning it back to her trunk in the tack department. once her grooming kit was placed in the trunk, she pulled out the simple surcingle.

returning to the stallion with the familar surcingle and his bridle, aswell as a set of side reins, and a lead line she looked to the brute, who's head lifted in curiousity and his twin upon his dome flickered forward. offering the brute to smell, she rested the lunging bridle on the blanket that was neatly folded on the floor of the barn, and brought the surcingle up to the brutes barrel & back. once it was placed correctly on the stallions withers/back she brought the girth around his brawny barrel and tightened it just enough for him to get use to the girth. once the movement was done, she went back into the tack department to grab zamiro's polo wraps that were still bleached white. when she returned, the brute continued to stand there. she quietly tightened his girth, then went to wrapping all four pillars. by the time that was done, she went up and tightened the girth completely. once he was ready, she quickly wrapped the bridle around his tiara, and connected the sidereins to the bit again, leaving two dangling loops of his reins off his tiara. she also added the lung line on the noseband of the brute, then wrapped it up so she was organized again.

taking the cross ties off the stallions bridle, she grabbed the carrot whip form the tack department, and then guided the stallion up towards the indoor riding arena, hoping that no one would be using the flat arena. mainly because she knew how head strong to stud got when they started lunging, and well, he was still getting use to the whips. the large warmblood's ears perked up slightly and his pace increased, his pillars turning into a prancing pace. with a small sigh, her energy levels dropped, and the brute slowed his pace slightly, though his body still showed the signs of a slightly excited and worked up equu. as they continued their journey to the indoor flat arena, her body slowed, allowing the horse to go through the gate, then she closed the gate behind the equine. now, the fun stuff started. hope buckled the sidereins to the surcingle and then asked for the brute to go in a reversed movement. without hesitation, the large warmblood backed up, collecting himself and giving to the bit as the side reins continued to ask for collection. asking quietly to in the left direction for a trot, the brute quickly sprang into a trot. pulling on her arm slightly as he worked with the side reins, trying to figure out what they expected out of him.

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[kailen julian lowe]

Kailen must have just missed Hope in the barn as she arrived. Polished high black boots stepped easily on the concrete floor of the barn. Bright blue eyes pointed in the same direction the young teen was heading. The stall of Prince, her prince. Making her way down the aisle she found her gelding’s stall. His beauty seemed to stun her every time blue eyes laid on him as she smiled and reached her fingered into the stall. Pink lips met her fingers in the stall and she stroked the beautiful geldings face. ”Hey there.” She cooed to the small draft horse. Eyes staring at the stallions painted black and white coat. His amazing long mane and forelock covering his huge neck and most of his face. Grabbing a simple yet bright neon orange halter from the stall door nimble fingers opened the latch. Boots stepped into the shavings as the young girl latched the neon halter on the gelding’s large face. Walking out of the stall the pair moved towards the cross ties easily together.

Blonde hair pulled back into a high pony bounced a bit with each step. Tying the gelding to the cross ties she dropped the lead rope on the ground and disappeared into the tack room. She did trust the horse to stand regardless of the ties, he was pretty good and didn’t go far from where his lead was dropped. A couple noises from the tack room then an appearance form the girl again. Long black pad and black dressage saddle were pressed against her plain grey tank top. Black full bridle hung over her bare shoulders, two sets of reins hung down and brushed against plain tan breeches as she walked towards the gelding. Setting the saddle and pad on a saddle rack, revealing a couple brushed held in her hand underneath them. Hanging up the bridle the girl turned back to her horse. Brushing his thick mane and tail with a normal hair brush, and then skimming a soft brush over his already clean coat. Humming softly the girl moved the brush all over the gelding’s coat then brushed out his tail. Setting the soft brush down the young girl picked up each of the stallion’s feather hooves. Picking then brushing through the heavy amount of feathers over the gelding’s huge feet.

Standing up and stepping back a moment to check her work the girl smiled, putting everything in a neat pile to the side. Picking up the saddle pad and setting it over the gelding’s short back. Adding then the dressage saddle, cinching it up with ease, moving to unclip the halter she took it right off, hanging it up beside the bridle. Watching as the stallion stood half tacked and untied at the ties. Grabbing the bridle from where it hung and stepping closer to the gelding again. Stepping beside him she slipped both bits easily into the gelding’s mouth, pulling the headstall over his ears. Pulling out as much of his thick mane as she could before doing up both nose band and throat latch. Taking both sets of reins in her hands the young girl walked towards the indoor flat ring. The pair sounded quite rhythmic in the barn together, simple leather boots on huge shod hooves stepped in quite a rhythm as they slowed opening the gate into the ring. Noticing the girl lounging her horse Kailen wasn’t sure to interrupt.

”Hi.” The young girls southern accent faded in a simple hello as she tightened up the girth once more. Making sure she was out of the way of the other girl and she took down her stirrups and mounted her horse. Blue eyes glancing at the other girl and horse as she collected both sets of reins and her seat. Collecting her feet in the stirrups she turned to walk her horse around the arena. Keeping away from where the other girl and her stallion were lounging.

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the equine bounced around ina circle, hauling her around slightly trying to figure out the side reins, even though they were nothing new. the large warmblood refused to break the pace that the female set for him, but his energy level just kept rising in efforts to make hope realize that he wanted to just run. her eyes watched the brute carefully, as she shortened her lung line, asking him to slow himself, and sure enough he did, his boa arched, his mane falling in a rythem on his neck as he kept a steady pace. his tiara was tucked decently towards his chest, though his mouth still seemed like it was fighting the reins. hope's head shook lightly as she watched the stallion, who still seemed slightly confused. then the sound of another human being entered her mind. her voice was thick with accent and came across as unsure of what to do. her voice was unfamilar to hope, but then again, every voice to her at the moment seemed so unfamilar.

{ Hello. }

her voice seemed so plain and well, blah. there was nothing special about it. only the fact that she had her own tone, and that was about that. her digits remained on the lunge line, and when the stud registered that people were watching, the show off side started to shine through. his body continued to be collected as he kept a steady, long stride around the female, who was standing there, waiting for him to accept the bit. and soon enough, his twins flickered back lightly and his tiara tucked in nicely, framing himself and his stride lengthened lightly. hope's energy lifted just the slightest and the brute went into a mellow canter. his stride was powerful, though it also looked like he was hovering over the ground, dust from the arena coating his pillars, but they seemed invisable. long whip banner fallowed him like a scent as he continued the circle. with a small sigh, the brutes energy dropped, and his hindend curled up under him, tiara remained collected as he came to a bouncy stop, but it was quite snappy for his breed, far from a reiner thats for sure.

{ let's get out of the way. }

her body turned to the female who had started to walk around the ring upon her horse. again, with simple energy levels, she asked for her horse to come towards her, she wrapped the rope as he came up to her, mane tossed all over the place, the alrge bay standing there, heaving only slightly. as her lyrics were towards the horse, they went to the far end of the ring, in a simple walking stride. the large brute fallowed behind her like a dog, keeping an ear upon the ivory and ebony spashed feathered beast that paced himself around the ring. once at the far end, she back herself up a stride, then backed the horse up four strides, so they fit snug into the corner, then asked for him to go in the right direction at a simple trot. without hestation the horse broke into a trot and collected himself again, his velvet kissers still effortlessly leaning on the bit.

the ariat ropers sank into the sand arena lightly as she fallowed the stallions movements around her in a twenty three foot circle. the odd time, she'd ask for a change of directions, or a change of gates. sometimes she'd ask him into the middle, rewarding him witha pet and a baby carrot. then she'd send the brute off into a responisbility circle. her mind fixated on thinking about what her horse is doing, her eyes fallowing each stride the horse took around the circle she set for him. she added a few bending supplements and asking for him to enlarge and decrease the circle size of the lounging, then asking him back in for another treat. she took the side reins off and just hooped them on his bit, allowing him to relax his brawny boa. she sent him out on a walking circle, allowing him to cool himself off, and just simply relax, watching the female contently, awaiting a decent time to start conversation, or even if there was aconversation wanted, she'd wait for the girl to make that decison.

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[kailen julian lowe]

Eyeing the pair in the center of the ring Kailen kept out of their way the best she could. Collecting the gelding up still as they walked. Moving him forward into the two bits in a slow easy jog. The gelding didn’t look like he needed to be told to lift his feet. It must have been just a normal for him, jog and don’t forget to lift your feet. It seemed like a mix between an easy trot and a piaffe. Just as easily as it started it broke into a easy trot. The high step was more in the gelding’s nature than the art. Flashy and graceful the simple way these horses were bred and raised. Moving around the pair as they worked still Kailen paid little attention, only to stay out of their way. Posting as the gelding trotted on, mane flying back into the girl’s hands a bit, tail flowing slowly behind them. Not sure if she was to bother the girl working her stallion but choose to at least introduce herself.

”I’m Kailen, this is Prince.” Her southern accent introduced them both as they slowed to a walk. Keeping the gypsy on the bits and collected through his neck into his body. Collection was a very important part of dressage, along with most other things riders did. With this horse it seemed so natural. The pair did have some work to do, Kailen’s posture was a bit sloppy today heels down but a slouch like she was working more than having fun. Collecting up the reins again and nudging the horse forward slightly they moved into more of a piaffe movement. The pair barely moved forward in a sweet high stepped jog. Slower than their walk they moved slowly around the ring, staying out of Hope’s way.

She noticed the girl take off the side reins and let the horse walk out, noticing maybe they were almost done working. Not sure whether to stop and talk to the pair Kailen kept Prince moving. Releasing him out of the piaffe movement into an easy trot. Keeping to her practice moving to the left on the rail performing a shoulder in down the long side of the arena, relaxing at the end then repeating on the opposite end of the arena. A travers on the opposite side again, then once again, switching back to a shoulder in twice then back to a travers. The pair also switched to renvers continuing to move around the arena slowly. After a couple more rounds of an easy sitting trot and travers and renvers and shoulder in’s the pair relaxed back down to a walk. Kailen not seeming too amused the whole time they worked together. A dressage horse as good as Prince needed more practice than Kailen wished to give. Pleasure riding was more of her style, she wanted to jump for fun ride trails, but knew deep down Prince needed the practice to keep nimble and on key.

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large orbs watched as the pair pranced and danced along the arena's floor. the equines stride uplifting, his large brawny ebony and ivory splashed coat taking in the glares of the arena's lights. it almost seemed like the pair were creating their own light source as they went from one end of the arena to the next, avoiding her and zamiro. the female who had joined her earlier had continued the conversation, explaining as simply as possible that she went by the name kailen, and the brute under her went by prince. hope's viberant optics watched the pair glide around the ring, sturring up barely dust, then looking back to the large mix warmblood behind her who was standing at the end of the lead line, his hindquarters tucked neatly into the corner of the arena, and his tiara held lower, his audits flickering forward once he noticed that hope's attention had fell on him. her tiara turned back to the mounted pair, who seemed as if they came from royalty. well, trueth was, the horse looked like he was enoying himself more than his rider. the blonde female atop of him was slouched and seemed to just go on for the ride, as if she was forced to do this ring work. the lack of enthusiasm didn't seem to interfere with the horse's movement until near the end when the horse was naturally collected, well his front half was bent into a pretty shape, but he was lacking the power in his hind end.

{ pleasure to meet you, i'm hope & that's zamiro. }

her voice seemed to find itself as she continued to watch the rider. the lyrics sounded a bit rushed, as if she forgot to reply to the set of vocals that kailen had spoke earlier. the brute behind her lifted his head to his name, his ebony mane sprawled in every direction on his neck, and the only remainders of exercise was the dried sweat and the calmness that be brought forward in the arena. his long ebony pillars stood squared up as he continued to watch the pair. hope also continued to watch, taking note of each leg movement and hand movement kailen gave as an aid, then watched the out come. her hand movements were still a bit over exagerated, but nothing a few lessons wouldn't fix. she also thought that the biggest downfall the rider and horse had was that they didn't seem to click while they rode. it was like she only rode him because he was what she had, but she didn't seem to have the heart of dressage like the equine had.

as much as she's seen and ridden many famous horses from going to riding clinics, she's ridden one of ian millars' horses only because zamiro came up lame that day at the clinic. but the ride just didn't seem right, it was like something was missing, perhaps zamiro. with all the problems and fusteration he builds up in any of the people working him, she just couldn't help but not want to ride any other horse. many complain that she has the riding ability to easily take her to the olympics but the warmblood she always rode and practised on was 'only keeping her back." as much as she disagreed to the opinon, there were days when she actually thought it was a fact, but the next day the equine would prove to her he had the heart to win. her eyes went back to the large bay stallion standing there, one ear in one direction, the other facing the opposite, he really wasn't the nicest, most graceful horse many would see and say " i want him " instead, he was more of a simple back yard pony who really only competed in shows.

sure he was a bit, gorfy looking, and well naturally dumbfounded, the brute still seemed to easily catch the judges eyes. his colours weren't eye catching, like many of the other equines that he seemed to be around, but his stride, and his collection, as well as his determination to look fanominal infront of the judges. at times, the thought trips across her mind that he also buts a hundred ten percent into his work because all he seems to want to do is please her. hope stood there, leaning on the lung whip as the brute slowly, effortlessly waddled up to her, hanging his large dome over her shoulder and continued to watch the other pair swiftly pace themselves around the ring. it was tempting to point out that the female posture upon the horse was failing, and that she should try asking the equine to move more with her body, than with just the reins and leg aids, at times she found the zamiro moved better off if she asked with her body, before asking with physical aids. & well besides, it also made the horse and rider look more like one, and it proves just how cooperative the horse can be.

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[kailen julian lowe]

”Nice to meet you both.” The young girl smiled as she rode, continuing the tedious moves the horse practically did himself. Thought after a couple rounds of pointless work, well in her mind at least. Kailen finally gave up on her work and walked closer to the pair, not knowing either horse or rider she stayed a couple feet away and loosened up her reins as they stopped. ”You jump?” She asked curiously. Jumping was kind of interesting. Something Kailen would like to do a little of, though the graceful gelding was not much for jumping, big feet were only graceful on the ground. Ground poles were something they could easily do together as he was surely graceful with his huge hooves on the ground.

A conversation with this girl seemed better than working the dressage movements. Blue eyes looked at the girl a moment then admired the long legged warm blood. She had watched them lunge a bit and noticed they seemed pretty in tune with each other, Kailen and Prince were in tune most days, just not today as it seemed. As graceful as he was and how much she loved him dressage was something she would rather do on her own time. Like when she wanted to do it rather than in lessons and when Crystal came in to ride him. Crystal, not she was that female dog of the dressage world. Hired by her parents to keep Prince in tune with his dressage skills.

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i'll reply when i find muse for these two >.< it hopefully shouldn't take long.