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This is just some quick cuts of bits of it. It jumps around a lot so I will try to make is not confusing. The young colt was spooky and stubborn, but we were making progress. His name was Diablo and it fit him well. He was a pain to catch and often tried to kick me. He was started wrong and with the wrong people. Diablo had a very abusive owner before he was rescued. He doesn't trust anyone. Despite that he has warmed up to me as I have given him a better, calmer life. I lead him around the pasture every morning just to help build our connection. At first all he did was fight me. I was sure that eventually he would get used to me, but that was a long way off. I was thinking about this when suddenly I wasn't in the saddle anymore. The sky opened up before me, but the sky was an odd color, kind of a brownish tan color. Then my face exploded in pain and hot blood. I sat up and felt my nose, it wasn't broken but it was bleeding pretty bad. I looked up and glared into the playful face at the other end of the arena. He had planned the whole thing. I saw the mischief written on his face. I lowered my hand and saw my red blood. I wiped it off on the ground and went over to Diablo. He gave me a silly wicker and I laughed. I found out how to get past his problems. He needed a playmate. Surrounded by the chilling mist Diablo and I walked along the sea. We have come a long way together, he is still a spooky mess around any one else but I am his safe place. We spend all of our time together, playing with cows and working in the arena. I gently guided him into the trees and off of the beach. We walked silently through the aspens. Diablo tensed and I said, "It's ok buddy, I'm here. His ears tipped back to listen to me and his body relaxed. As we kept walking through the woods I heard the whistling of the wind through the quaking aspens. The air tasted of salt and turned soil. I knew we were getting close to the fields. I softly clucked to Diablo and we quickened our pace. I looked ahead and saw our first obstacle, a fallen tree across our path. Diablo swished his tail and gathered himself for the jump. We sailed though the air, suddenly coming back to earth, we loped back to the barn.
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Rockies Warmbloods said:
This is just some quick cuts of bits of it. It jumps around a lot so I will try to make is not confusing.
The young colt was spooky and stubborn, but we were making progress. His name was Diablo and it fit him well. He was a pain to catch and often tried to kick me. He was started wrong and with the wrong people. Diablo had a very abusive owner before he was rescued. He doesn'’t trust anyone. Despite that he has warmed up to me as I have given him a better, calmer life. I lead him around the pasture every morning just to help build our connection. At first all he did was fight me. I was sure that eventually he would get used to me, but that was a long way off. I was thinking about this when suddenly I wasn'’t in the saddle anymore. The sky opened up before me, but the sky was an odd color, kind of a brownish tan color. Then my face exploded in pain and hot blood. I sat up and felt my nose, it wasn'’t broken but it was bleeding pretty bad. I looked up and glared into the playful face at the other end of the arena. He had planned the whole thing. I saw the mischief written on his face. I lowered my hand and saw my red blood. I wiped it off on the ground and went over to Diablo. He gave me a silly nicker and I laughed. I found out how to get past his problems. He needed a playmate.
Surrounded by the chilling mist Diablo and I walked along the sea. We have come a long way together, he is still a spooky mess around any one else but I am his safe place. We spend all of our time together, playing with cows and working in the arena. I gently guided him into the trees and off of the beach. We walked silently through the aspens. Diablo tensed and I said, “It'’s okay buddy, I’'m here.” His ears tipped back to listen to me and his body relaxed. As we kept walking through the woods I heard the whistling of the wind through the quaking aspens. The air tasted of salt and turned soil. I knew we were getting close to the fields. I softly clucked to Diablo and we quickened our pace. I looked ahead and saw our first obstacle, a fallen tree across our path. Diablo swished his tail and gathered himself for the jump. We sailed though the air, suddenly coming back to earth, we loped back to the barn.
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Oops, sorry. Thanks, Pegasus |
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