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        12-12-2010, 04:55 PM
      #11
    Trained
    I will continue it tonight when I am "supposed" to be asleep lol glad you all like it.
         
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        12-12-2010, 09:48 PM
      #12
    Foal
    Ohmygosh I love it. Pleasee keep writing :)
         
        12-13-2010, 04:49 AM
      #13
    Trained
    <><><><><><><chapter 3, the start of somthing new<><><><><><>

    The next day dawned bright and beautiful. Sam awoke with a tingling feeling in her stomach. Then she remembered: today she was picking up Tempest! She jumped out of bed and dressed in her best riding breeches and ventured out to hitch up the goosneck. While doing this, she daydreamed about her new stallion and how together, they, Tempest and her, would make a perfect team that would wow the dressage world and fullfill her dream of riding grand prix level. She didnt even remember climbing into her car and driving down the long drive way to her destiny. This, was the start of somthing new and great

    The matching Navara and flasy gooseneck bumped down the gravel driveway to Golden Valley Riding School. Sam saw Tempest in her paddock and the mighty stallion sent shivers down her spine. She thought "my horse" with a smile. She jumped out and met David and they talked about Tempest. Sam found out that Tempest was sired by the great regardez moi stallion and has carried on his movement to his son. She Found out that Tempest had a slight weakness in his left canter and that that neede to be worked on. Sam said that little flaw will be fixed with hard work and training. And most of all, she learned that he had a little white patch that was in the shape of lightning on his near side shoulder, a trademark of the night he was born. Sam declared that his show name would be: Storm Born Tempest.
    After all this was said, Tempest was caught and very hesitantly, he was led into the flasy gooseneck and was contently muching on a hay net. Sam and David shook hands and promised to keep in touch and as Sam drove off, David thought that it was good that Tempest was going to a good home that would give him the training and care he needed to be the best.

    Head high, nostrils flared, tail flying in the breeze, Tempest greeted his new home, Wyalla park, with a new found freedom. Sam lead her new stalliuon around showing him all of the farm in which he woudl now spend his days. He snorted at the companion ponies, glared at the foals, spooked at the colourful jumping arena and pranced at the mares. As they passed the dressage arena, Tempest looked at it and gave a content sigh before walking on. He was then led into his grassy paddock and was left to prance and gallop as much as he want. As dark fell, Tempest was lead into a warm and straw filled stable. Sam checked his water and stable and left him to settle in for the night. In the morning, his dressage training would begin.

    chapter 4, The dream that inspires

    Hooves thudded on the soft sawdust arene as Samantha Ryder and Storm Borm Tempest performed in dressage at the highest level possible. They entered the aren and did a lap at the canter, left lead. Tempest was at his peak and he moved with a certain grace. The team pirrouted at G and flying changed at X. The piaffe was perfect as could be as was the passage. Then, the ending: a difficult exteded trot across the arena. No one in the competiton yet had scored high in this movemet. The crowd hushed. Tempest flicked back his ears, listening. Sam gave him the signals and they set out a breathtaking extended trot. The crowd cheered and chanted as Sam and Tempest saluted the judges and walked out of the arena. Sam blew a kiss to the crowd and gave her stallion a big slappy pat on the neck. They had done it. The individual gold medal at grand prix level. The medal was hung around sam neck. Sam kissed it before holding it up high in the air for the crowd to admire. The team gave one final wave before doing a victory gallop and dissapearing into the exit while the crowd carried on cheering. Then the alarm rang. Sam awoke with a start and smiled at her perfect and inspiring dream before dressing and going to ride her new pride and joy: Tempest.

    the next installment:
    <><><><><>Chapter 4, Traning and aiming high<><><><><><><>
         
        12-13-2010, 06:13 AM
      #14
    Foal
    That's brilliant pinto tess :)
         
        12-13-2010, 08:37 PM
      #15
    Super Moderator
    Keep going. I'm enjoying it.
         
        12-13-2010, 08:44 PM
      #16
    Trained
    Im doing a little more tonight
         
        12-14-2010, 02:44 AM
      #17
    Trained
    <><><><><>Chapter 4, Traning and aiming high<><><><><><><>
    Sam swung into her newly bought Isabell Werth dressage saddle and held the soft leather reins. Tempest was being ridden in a snaffle until he needed a double bridle. Tempest walked slowly around the arena on a loose rein until he naturally collected up. Sam grinned. Her horse felt like a coiled spring under her, powerful and ready to do. Then he trotted. Sam had never felt anything more smooth in her whole life!! So this is what it is like to ride a REAL dressage horse she thought to herself.

    Sam thought that she would try somthing a littel different. She gave him the aids to flying change, just to see if he listened. To her surprise, he flying changed!. Sam got off and hugged her stallion, tears of joy flooding down her flustered face. This was strange and different, how did he know what to do? She climbed back onboard and 'tried' a piaffe. Tempest responded immediately and did a perfect piaffe. Sam was astounded at her horse. What a mind reader!

    As they cooled off walking around the arena, Tempest listened to every littel leg movement that told him to move. Sam smiled at the way her horse listened to her. She was in her delicious daydream again. That's when she noticed a man in a white van watching her. The van's tyres screeched as it turned away and sped down the road. Sam took no notice, just thinking that it was a person just interested in what she was doing, nut she took their number plate anyway and wrote it down on a piece of paper she always kept in her pocket for reminders.
    HRSE THE1F, was what the number plate said.

    She unsaddled Tempest and he rubbed his sweaty head against her. She giggled but pushed him away and said good night. It was a partnership meant to be.
    sorry not much tonight, too tired lol.

    the next installment
    <><><><><>Chapter 5, The phone call.<><><><><><><>
         
        12-14-2010, 04:28 AM
      #18
    Trained
    Does anyone still want me to continue with this? Or is it just getting too boring and gibberyish? I would liek to continue it but I wont if y'all don't like it enough
         
        12-14-2010, 05:41 AM
      #19
    Foal
    No, please continue!!! I'm hooked :)
         
        12-14-2010, 08:45 AM
      #20
    Banned
    It definitely pulls you in keep going please :)
         

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