Post by .:Brekke:. on Nov 14, 2006 8:30:44 GMT -5
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It was a clear Saturday morning, and the sound of hoobed against dirt could be heard clearly through the silent forest. A rythmic cantering gait caused the earth to tremble, giving way to the power of the equine. The forest was quiet with the looming death of fall, though a horse and rider skipped lightly over the earth, gliding with the early morning air.
The trees were still full of overripe fruit and weighed down with drying leaves. but the bitter taste of winter was in the air. Brekke shuddered as she slid her foot back in the stirrups, tightening her right rein as Tropical Breeze or Cassidy, as she was lovingly dubbed, snorted and tossed her head, sidestepping before obeying the aid. Horse and rider rounded a bend, Cassidy barely skimming the corner because of her antics. Brekke felt her knee brush against a branch, stratching her bare leg.
The lean thoroughbred mare snorted once more, her breath crystallizing in the nippy morning air. Atop her, Brekke pushed the mare forward with a squeeze of her slender calves, and shortened her reins once more into an almost choking hold. Morning runs were good for both of them - she had discovered that many years ago. The girl had just slipped out of bed, seeing as it was only six AM. She was dressed in a jacked with a camisole underneath, and shorts from the riding camp she had been to almost three years ago. Cassidy felt warm underneath her bare legs, a nice contrast to the bitter cold saddle. Her riding boots chaffed against her bare ankles, but all was forgotten as Cassidy's gleaming chestnut coat caught the sun, and she found her gear. The two began to speed toward the wooden bridge up ahead, Cassidy gathering up speed steadily.
Suddenly, as they rounded the corner that lead to the bridge, Brekke gasped. It was gone, as if someone had removed it overnight - which was quite impossible. She was almost entirely sure no one came to this small, narrow trail anymore. However, it was gone, and horse and rider were both heading for it - full speed. Out of years of practice, Brekke tried desperately to cut green Cassidy up off the break neck speed she was cantering, but the stubborn mare wouldn't stop. The bridge loomed closer, and Brekke could now see that it had collasped, and was half submerged underwater. If they did attempt to cross it, they would definately end up with a few broken bones..
Brekke screamed, a piercing sound that echoed through the silent forest. Brekke closed her eyes, waiting for the fall to come..
[/green][/sub]It was a clear Saturday morning, and the sound of hoobed against dirt could be heard clearly through the silent forest. A rythmic cantering gait caused the earth to tremble, giving way to the power of the equine. The forest was quiet with the looming death of fall, though a horse and rider skipped lightly over the earth, gliding with the early morning air.
The trees were still full of overripe fruit and weighed down with drying leaves. but the bitter taste of winter was in the air. Brekke shuddered as she slid her foot back in the stirrups, tightening her right rein as Tropical Breeze or Cassidy, as she was lovingly dubbed, snorted and tossed her head, sidestepping before obeying the aid. Horse and rider rounded a bend, Cassidy barely skimming the corner because of her antics. Brekke felt her knee brush against a branch, stratching her bare leg.
The lean thoroughbred mare snorted once more, her breath crystallizing in the nippy morning air. Atop her, Brekke pushed the mare forward with a squeeze of her slender calves, and shortened her reins once more into an almost choking hold. Morning runs were good for both of them - she had discovered that many years ago. The girl had just slipped out of bed, seeing as it was only six AM. She was dressed in a jacked with a camisole underneath, and shorts from the riding camp she had been to almost three years ago. Cassidy felt warm underneath her bare legs, a nice contrast to the bitter cold saddle. Her riding boots chaffed against her bare ankles, but all was forgotten as Cassidy's gleaming chestnut coat caught the sun, and she found her gear. The two began to speed toward the wooden bridge up ahead, Cassidy gathering up speed steadily.
Suddenly, as they rounded the corner that lead to the bridge, Brekke gasped. It was gone, as if someone had removed it overnight - which was quite impossible. She was almost entirely sure no one came to this small, narrow trail anymore. However, it was gone, and horse and rider were both heading for it - full speed. Out of years of practice, Brekke tried desperately to cut green Cassidy up off the break neck speed she was cantering, but the stubborn mare wouldn't stop. The bridge loomed closer, and Brekke could now see that it had collasped, and was half submerged underwater. If they did attempt to cross it, they would definately end up with a few broken bones..
Brekke screamed, a piercing sound that echoed through the silent forest. Brekke closed her eyes, waiting for the fall to come..
