Out of Sight {October 10th}

[Raestirale]

Free Style Liberty Class

Remember, only one horse & person per player.

Remember to actually post as if rping in a reply to this topic.

Prizes are the same as before.

[glow=red,2,300]Deadline to enter is October 10th, 2008.[/glow]

For this class, please place a link to music (i.e. use youtube) that perferably is not rap, and is suitable for younger listeners. This class is basically where your horse is turned loose and is allowed to run free in the arena. A good idea is to match up the music's beat to the horses actions (i.e. a horse that is running around at top speed, bucking and such would more than likely have a fast paced song while a horse that is merely trotting/loping/walking with no other actions would have a slow paced song) Include as much detail as possible please!

Some examples of good posts for shows (and if anyone copies them word for word, or it's entirely too similar I'll ban them from the site, those posts are to be used as examples of what I'm really looking for!) XxX
Check out this video if you don't know what Freestyle Liberty is: XxX

[jazz]

"Easy boy, one hoof at a time.. that's it.."
Chris' voice was soft and soothing as she stood in the front of the long trailer, one gentle hand upon the nose of her beautiful stallion, the other pushing back gently on a seemingly untouched white nylon lead.
They had just arrived at the Indoor-Show Arena and Chris was trying to coax Dyre from the confines of the trailer, which was happening rather smoothly, considering that, after a moment he slipped one hoof, and then the other from the end of the opening. It was all smooth sailing from there, as he backed up a bit more and was freed from the trailer completely, crown as high as his neck would allow, audits pushed forward, and nares working frantically as he tried to catch every noise and sound that he could.
"Oi now, no funny business, eh? Look, but don't get too worked up.."
She warned easily, bringing him to the side of the trailer and slipping the nylon rope through the loop and tying it securely, giving the large black Friesian/Clydesdale mix a healthy pat on his thick neck, which was surprisingly dry in his high strung mood. But despite this, he obeyed and lowered his head, arching his neck and giving his filly a nudge and a nibble, in which she responded to with a laugh and a rub on his forehead.
"Ok, enough with the flattery, I'm going to get you ready. I've already signed in, so we should start soon."
She warned him with one more rub before disappearing into the tack room of the trailer, coming out with a grooming set.
Chris chuckled as Dyre looked at her wonderingly and gave his velvety muzzle a stroke before starting to work. She brushed his mane and tail until it shown like wavy silk, and then started upon his body, making it shine just as bright, removing all the dust and dirt she possibly could until he was looking like part of the night sky.
Dyre was looking quite smart; the halter was well oiled(not that he would need it for long anyway) and his dark head was half-covered by his long wavy forelock, and the rest of his mane was laying lightly upon his neck. She had decided at the last moment not to do anything fancy with his tail, and just leave it be; it was long enough(grazing the ground) to work it's own magic alone, especially when his tail would hike up. On both of his forelegs, as always, where those white braces, always there to keep him from injuring his ankles as he had done during his first show. Chris knew that Liberty Freestyle was a show that would more than likely strain a few ankles if people wheren't careful.. And Chris wasn't going to let that happen again.
"Well I must admit, I clean you up rather nicely don't I?"
Chris asked and Dyre answered with a snort, as if to say,
'What are you talking about? I look good anyway, silly Filly.'
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Twenty minutes later Chris and Dyre where inside the Indoor-Arena, waiting at the entry with a few other horses, ready to be called. He was shining just like a new polished shoe and his halter was loose, waiting to be taken off. Chris had changed into a rather casual, but smart looking suit, with her hair done up in a French braid that she had fixed soon after getting him ready. "Alright boy, get ready.."
She told him gently, as tossed his head and snorted, watching the other horse exit the arena, frisky and still rearing to go, even after his run. The shower seemed to have a bit of a hard time keeping up with the Arabian's quick movements.. Arabian's seemed to be the favorite in this completition, but Chris was ready to show them a bit of something new..
'Would Christina Marie and Dyre please report inside the arena to begin at this time.'
The sound of the announcer sent shivers down her spine and she gave Dyre a slight tug, and he followed her out into the arena, prancing at her side until they reached the appropriate area to start off.
Dyre pawed the ground when they stopped walking and with a signal from the judges, she unclipped the halter and the music started as soon as she got it off his nose and he took off, knowing what was coming next.
The music was fast, four-beated like the galloping of a horse, and he stuck to it like it was himself making the noise. His head tossed and he ran a lap around the arena before sliding to a stop and sharply heading the other way, lifting his forelegs high, as if he where ready to rear and fight an opposing stallion. He came around to Chris again and she lifted the halter and gave a whistle. Dyre slid to a halt so fast he almost ended up on his haunches; he shook his head from side to side and reared, lashing the air and turning when he came down, running a few strides and bucking up his hide legs within his strides, back feathers flying. Pausing at one area he swirled and bucked like there was something on his back, turning three times before taking off again, sending up the dirt in the arena.
His actions where swift, wild and controlled only by the encouraging actions of Chris. He ran another lap, sliding to a stop at one area before taking off again, tossing his head wildly and snorting with every other stride. All this time his mane was flying behind him and all around, his tail hiked up into the air, long enough to be a banner. After a few more minutes of this wild action he ran another lap and slid to a stop in front of Chris, the music stopping. He was snorting and breathing a bit harder than from when he started and his neck was slightly damp but other than that he seemed alright.
"Good boy.. easy, good boy..
Chris told him, patting his neck as she slipped back on the halter and led him from the arena, slipping by the next person up. Now all they had to do was wait until the end and find out who would win this interesting competition.
"Easy now. Lets hope we at least get a good place, eh boy?"
She added after a moment, rubbing his forehead and turning to watch the arena again.

[tango]

"Easy girl," Shelia said as she walked into the one horse trailer where her mare, Only a Dream stood impatiently. Dream was an easy going mare until you showed her a trailer. You'd think she was a full, strong racehorse just wanting to pick a fight. As much as Shelia had tried to work with her, Dream never was even ok with the trailer. As much as Shelia tried to comfort her during the ride. Shelia undid Dream's halter and tried to ease her down the ramp. The Thoroughbred's coat was soaked in sweat, although the ride was only about 20-30 minutes. Shelia did a quick check of Dream's body, to make sure she hadn't injured herself. She had allotted for this, though, and she shuffled through the trailer. She picked a blue bucket, a sponge, a sweat scraper, a cloth and a bottle of horse shampoo. She placed the bucket in one hand and the shampoo, sweat scraper, and sponge in her jacket pockets. She then took Dream over to the shower stalls. The show ring looked deserted. She shivered slightly under her black hoodie jacket.

Shelia hooked Dream into the red cross ties. She placed the bucket down and the shampoo and sponge on a shelf. She turned the hose on and she sprayed her hand. "Gosh!" she screamed, frightening Dream slightly as she yanked her hand from hose. She placed the hose into her bucket and cooed to Dream. She fiddled with the water as she attempted to get it to be warm. After the bucket was nearly full, the water was warm. She placed a small amount of shampoo into the water and then took the hose in her hand. She made a spray and shot it at Dream. Dream side-stepped a bit, but not very far. "Like it girl?" she asked. She washed everywhere, getting every spot. She turned the water pressure down slightly and took the cloth. She had the water dampen the cloth. Shelia then took the cloth and gently wet Dream's face. Dream snorted and promptly refused, but Shelia cooed to her and was able to make her look...presentable.

Shelia washed down the rest of Dream before she turned off the water and got the sponge and the bucket. She placed the sponge into the bucket. It looked like a piece of hardtack resting in a bathtub of soapy water. She wet the sponge and then ran the soft, soapy sponge to Dream, letting the suds run down Only a Dream's neck. She rubbed the sponge along her bay coat. Once the soap ran out she walked back over to the bucket and rewet her sponge. She continued this process while Dream closed her eyes as if saying "Yes! Yes! Continue with this goodness!" Shelia dumped the rest of the water gently onto Dream's back while talking to her in hopes that she didn't spook her. Dream side stepped a littlte, but nothing more. Shelia then set the hose up again to the warm temperature and washed her down, making sure that all the suds were cleaned up and washed off. Most of Dream's sweat had been removed by the water. Shelia finished Dream off before clipping her orange lead back onto her blue halter. She undid the red cross ties. "Come on girl," Shelia coaxed without moving the lead rope at all. Dream walked slowly, just like they'd been practicing. She had been given a warning that this about 6 weeks before the show and she had been practicing with Dream ever since.

Shelia took the the average-sized mare to the post. A few horses and owners had showed up, but it was still early. Shelia tied Dream using the Daisy Chain Knot to the post. She then took the sweat scraper from her jacket pocket and scraped some of the water from Dream's body. She left Dream with enough room to push her head to the ground, but not enough so that she'd be able to get herself stuck. She then took the sweat scraper and walked back to the wash stall. She put the sponge in the bucket along with the sweat scraper and the cloth and took the shampoo in the other hand. She washed off the bucket quickly before taking all of her belongings back to the trailer and putting them in the trunk of her truck to dry. She then took the show sheen, fly spray, mane & tail brush, a hoof pick, dandy brush, and hoof polish. She put them all on her pockets and screwed the sprayers on all the spray bottles.

Shelia then walked back over to Dream who was grazing peacefully. Shelia walked up to her side. Dream lifted her head but, seeing as it was Shelia, she went back to grazing. She took the dandy brush from her pocket and brushed off some of the dirt and water that was left on Dream. Dream didn't seem to mind what Shelia was doing. Shelia brushed Dream's mane out. She let Dream graze some more as she went to get her braiding equipment. She came back and braided Dream's mane into button braids. Happy with her work, she untied Dream and moved her from her grazing area to her stall. Dream walked around, but, to Shelia's pleasure, did not lay down or roll. "Maybe she knows that she's clean and prissy." Shelia thought. Shelia went to the bathroom to get dressed for the show. She put on her show outfit and then went to get Dream for the show.

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Shelia held Dream with a loose grip. She waited for their names to be called. "Shelia Ressuma and Only a Dream, please enter the ring." Shelia clucked to Dream and the duo entered the ring. Shelia saluted to the judges and then removed Dream's halter. The music started a second later and Shelia clucked to Dream. Dream moved on at a walk. "Hup!" Shelia called to her. Dream trotted a working trot around the ring. Shelia let her trot the ring for 2 laps before she nickered to her and screamed, "Hup!", shooing her with her hands. Dream picked up a working canter, moving fluidly. Shelia smiled as she watched Dream canter for a lap and a half, pushing her on when she started to slow down. Shelia said, "Woah,, asking her to walk. Dream responded very well, trotting for about 3 strides before walking. "Woah!" Shelia called again. This time Dream halted. Shelia had her halt for about 5 seconds. Dream looked around the arena. After about 5 seconds, Shelia said, "Hup!" shooing her with her hands. Dream took this as a command to trot. She picked up a collected trot, not wanting to work very hard. After half a lap Shelia asked her to walk by calling "Woah". Shelia let her walk for a while before calling to her again. "Woah." Dream stopped. Shelia gently approached her from the right side. "Easy girl, good girl," she cooed to her. Dream stayed still, looking to Shelia every so often. Shelia put the halter on Dream again and then led her to the center of the arena. She dropped her right hand and her head simultaneously. Shelia then smiled and patted Dream on the shoulder.

[Raestirale]

I like how both of you included the pre-show part! Good job, but I believe that Jazz is the winner due to the fact that she used the least amount of cues, and Tango came in second. This is about letting the horse run wild and free, not about giving it commands.
Good job though to both of you! The posts where well-written, and good luck with any shows you may enter later on!