♥ THE DAWNING ; of time.

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Roxy

[/b]->The black leather braided reins were clasped tightly in my hands. Bandito pranced beneath me, pulling against the bit, and struggling to get going. I reached down and patted him gently on his neck, We are waiting for your new friend Bandito, and mine for that matter. So you better be good beautiful boy. I crooned in his ear. He tossed his crown in sheer annoyance at having to wait. My fingers were warm in my black leather riding gloves, fully outfitted with sheep wool. I was also comfortable sitting upon my English trail saddle. It too was black, with cursive embroidery on the right flap that read, Bandito. I had previously rolled Bandito's legs in white braces, just to make sure he didn't strain or pull anything. I was still outfitted in my Georgia Bulldogs hoody, tall black riding boots, and beige latex riding pants.By this point I had my hood pulled above my ears, and over my head. I struggled to keep Bandito's slack tight, as he snorted and finally gave up on trying to get out of here any earlier than what I desired.

Bandito-> Lets go, lets go, lets go. I pranced from anticipation, pulling against the bit trying to get my filly to pleeeease just let me go, just a few steps anyways. I lashed my banner against my hocks with annoyed expressions. I loved my filly dearly and enjoyed going out with her, but I don't like it when she makes me stand still. I want to go. Audits were pressed backwards, finally giving up on trying to get anywhere. I listened to her soothing vocals. Craning my neck around I lipped at her boot, and then raised my lip at the disgusting taste. Please, can we go? Now that you've made me lick your nasty hoof, can we go?[/center][/size]

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Chris

The familiar sound of thudding hoof beats sounded clear on the way to the Wooded trails. Coming into sight around the slight bend came Chris, seated lightly atop the large Dyre.
She was still wearing her clothing from earlier, but her hands where covered in warm, black woolen gloves and she had a light scarf hanging from her shoulders. Dyre, on the other hand, looked quite different indeed.
His mane had been(quickly) brushed to a (slightly frizzy)wave that went almost well past his shoulders in length, along with a stark white bridle with long, but average white reins.. This lead up to the light shaded black English Hunting saddle with a white English pad. And on his two forelegs where white braces that she put on him every time they entered the ring, or the forest, due to a rather nasty strain he had gotten in both ankles about a year and a half ago.
"Sorry we're late! He was giving a fuss about his braces today."
She explained, giving the reins a slight pull as he stopped and gave his crown a toss, as if haughtily agreeing with her.

Dyre

Dyre had indeed given Chris a bit of a hard time when she was trying to secure both of his white braces, having been too eager and excited to be still.. Now he agreed with her as she told the young filly about what had caused them to be a bit late. But he didn't think much on that, he was too excited to be outside to do that; the cold weather didn't help much either.
As he finished tossing his crown, his audits flickered forward and he gave Bandito a nicker of greeting and arched his thick neck, raising a fine pistion and pawing the ground a moment, expressing his eagerness to go. Had he been a few years younger, he might have even considered giving an eager rear, but he knew better and kept most of his feet upon the ground.