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Nastasya Xenia Volkov/ 1st year/ show jumping, cross country, pleasure riding, in-hand showing/ Thunder's Striker and Lightning Crasher/ 17. Nastasya was heading back to the arena, leading Thunder's Striker inside. She was careful with her young stallion, and put a yellow ribbon in his tail, signaling other riders that he was a stallion, just to be safe. |
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Annilyn Carter| Fancy|Barns Annilyn noticed the yellow ribbon and veered her mare away from the horse. Stallions were unpredictable sometimes, and Annilyn had a bad experience with a stallion of hers who was now sold. |
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Nastasya Xenia Volkov/ 1st year/ show jumping, cross country, pleasure riding, in-hand showing/ Thunder's Striker and Lightning Crasher/ 17. Thunder's Striker was a gentle stallion,obeying every cue given to him by Nastasya. He swished his tail lightly, his posture showing relaxtion, and he was willing to work and learn. "Good boy." Nastasya murmured. She kept her heels down, her reins were loose. | |
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Annilyn Carter| Fancy | Barns Annilyn shuddered thinking of it.
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TWO YEARS AGO Annilyn was riding a new stallion, Silent Thunder. He was a beautiful mahogany bay. She had finished his training for that day when he began bucking for no reason; she didn't know why. He didn't listen to her and she got bucked off, which landed her with a broken arm and leg, a broken wrist, and a 3-month hospital stay. ~ She managed to smile at the girl, though; and the stallion looked gentle enough. She forced herself to be calm for the sake of Fancy; and said to the girl, "Hello. My name is Annilyn. What's yours? I am 16, almost 17." |
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Nastasya Xenia Volkov/ 1st year/ show jumping, cross country, pleasure riding, in-hand showing/ Thunder's Striker and Lightning Crasher/ 17. "Nastasya." She responded, with a clear Russian/Greek accent. "I'm seventeen. Don't mind Thunder, he's an overgrown colt, he doesn't bite." | |
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Annilyn Carte| Age 16 first year| Fancy Annilyn felt a bit relieved. "He's pretty." She said. "I'm sorry if I seem nervous; I had a really bad experience with a stallion and now I'm just a little bit wary of them. What's your horse's name?" |
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Nastasya Xenia Volkov/ 1st year/ show jumping, cross country, pleasure riding, in-hand showing/ Thunder's Striker and Lightning Crasher/ 17. "This is Thunder's Striker. I have a Thoroughbred mare out in the field, her name is Lightning Crasher." Nastasya responded, dismounting. She rubbed Thunder Striker's neck, for good behavior from him. | |
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Annilyn blanched. "Did you say Thunder Striker?" She asked. "My stallions name was Silent Thunder... I'm sorry for being so childish." She turned away. |
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Nastasya Xenia Volkov/ 1st year/ show jumping, cross country, pleasure riding, in-hand showing/ Thunder's Striker and Lightning Crasher/ 17. Nastaysa stood there, confused. But, her riding lesson was done, so she had to get lunch, and had some free time on her hands. She just led her stallion to the wash room, cooled him down, bathed him, and turned him out to the pasture for some off-time. | |
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Morning Rain, with Cooling Temps Later
