Post by x.gangsta on May 22, 2007 9:48:17 GMT 10
Slender, pale hands gripped at the smooth, leather
reins, directing his long muscular neck left, bringing him a
smooth side-trot. Rev's large head tucked to his chest,
his long legs lifting out of the loose dirt, making
his stride look trained and in place.
The rider, in other words...Leighton, lifted up and down in the
seat in a perfect post, soon sitting as Rev, the Andalusian
slowed to an even walk, never once moving his head
from the position it was placed when Leighton first
topped the stallion.
For a stallion, Rev was very calm and collected
but when push came to shove, Rev would become aggresive and
unpredictable.
His rose-steel coat glistened brightly in the afternoon sun,
a thin layer of persperation giving it some shine.
Leighton concentrated on her path of the horse, her blue eyes
never leaving ground in front of the horse.
When it came to Leighton, nothing was more important than
that of her beautiful sporthorse, The Dead Reverend.
Rev's stride was so smooth, Leighton's long, thick, blonde, black and pink hair never did sway at the slightest.
They were definately ready for this year. Nothing
could stop them now...
reins, directing his long muscular neck left, bringing him a
smooth side-trot. Rev's large head tucked to his chest,
his long legs lifting out of the loose dirt, making
his stride look trained and in place.
The rider, in other words...Leighton, lifted up and down in the
seat in a perfect post, soon sitting as Rev, the Andalusian
slowed to an even walk, never once moving his head
from the position it was placed when Leighton first
topped the stallion.
For a stallion, Rev was very calm and collected
but when push came to shove, Rev would become aggresive and
unpredictable.
His rose-steel coat glistened brightly in the afternoon sun,
a thin layer of persperation giving it some shine.
Leighton concentrated on her path of the horse, her blue eyes
never leaving ground in front of the horse.
When it came to Leighton, nothing was more important than
that of her beautiful sporthorse, The Dead Reverend.
Rev's stride was so smooth, Leighton's long, thick, blonde, black and pink hair never did sway at the slightest.
They were definately ready for this year. Nothing
could stop them now...