Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2011 9:43:35 GMT -5
Aztareal was getting impatient. As he stood in his stable he tossed his head, kicked at the wooden door. Each time his front hoof came into contact with the door there was a satisfying bang. Yes, that ought to get their attention. The chestnut colt had a great amount of energy and, even now, he felt that he could make a great day.
Of course, his noise did draw attention. Around the yard several of the grooms came to see what all the fuss was about but, seeing it was Aztec, they disappeared back to their work whatever it was they were doing. This like nothing more agitated the colt. Where had Alexia got to? Surely it was time for their run... Right? His eyes glinted as he kicked the door once more and, again, it gave off a satisfying rattle and, this time, a groom darted across the yard. Soon enough the groom re-emerged, followed by his wonderful rider.
Nothing could rise the colt's spirits more than seeing Alexia, especially when she had a scrumptious looking green apple in her hand. He whinnied in a satisfied manner as the blonde woman crossed to him, running her slender fingers down his neck and offering him the aple. He took it, gulping it down quickly before roughly nuzzling the small woman who rode him. Laughing, she nodded and disappeared once more. Now where did she think she was going. Stomping his hooves the colt paced around his spacious stable, auds flicking as he did so. No, no one ignored him like that?
The sound of footsteps approaching made him return to the stable door and, low and behold, there was Alexia. She hadn't been ignoring him, she had been fetching his tack. Politely, he stepped back as she entered the stable, took pleasure in the fact she was putting on his bridle and saddle for that could eman only one thing - it was time for their run. As soon as he found himself wearing the tack he lifted his head and folowed obediently as he was led down to the dirt track. His movement was light, he almost seemed to be prancing on his flints as they moved toward the track. His was enthusiastic, energetic, and nothing could get in his way.
He stood as Alexia mounted, his ears perking as she did so. This was it, the time was here. Now he could run. He moved eagerly into a fast walk, causing a light tinkling sound to come from his rider. Laughter. It was good to know Alexia still found him funny. "Just a breezing?" She asked him lightly as she pushed him onwards and quickly he found his pace, moving in a fluid motion, his eyes set on the course ahead of him. He pushed more strongly, his speed increasing as he tore down the straight. Muscles flexed and relaxed, rippling beneath his crimson pelt as he felt the wind pulling at his mane. Alexia pushed slightly and even with the slightest touch his behaviour changed. How joyous it was just to run, and as he got further his speed increased more and more. The only problem was the lack of competition. He always ran his best in competition and the lack of it meant he did not reach his full poential during the session.
Soon he slowed and him and his beautiful rider entered a warm down which, once was finished, marked the end of his day's run. Still, it was preparation and soon enough he would become a star.
Of course, his noise did draw attention. Around the yard several of the grooms came to see what all the fuss was about but, seeing it was Aztec, they disappeared back to their work whatever it was they were doing. This like nothing more agitated the colt. Where had Alexia got to? Surely it was time for their run... Right? His eyes glinted as he kicked the door once more and, again, it gave off a satisfying rattle and, this time, a groom darted across the yard. Soon enough the groom re-emerged, followed by his wonderful rider.
Nothing could rise the colt's spirits more than seeing Alexia, especially when she had a scrumptious looking green apple in her hand. He whinnied in a satisfied manner as the blonde woman crossed to him, running her slender fingers down his neck and offering him the aple. He took it, gulping it down quickly before roughly nuzzling the small woman who rode him. Laughing, she nodded and disappeared once more. Now where did she think she was going. Stomping his hooves the colt paced around his spacious stable, auds flicking as he did so. No, no one ignored him like that?
The sound of footsteps approaching made him return to the stable door and, low and behold, there was Alexia. She hadn't been ignoring him, she had been fetching his tack. Politely, he stepped back as she entered the stable, took pleasure in the fact she was putting on his bridle and saddle for that could eman only one thing - it was time for their run. As soon as he found himself wearing the tack he lifted his head and folowed obediently as he was led down to the dirt track. His movement was light, he almost seemed to be prancing on his flints as they moved toward the track. His was enthusiastic, energetic, and nothing could get in his way.
He stood as Alexia mounted, his ears perking as she did so. This was it, the time was here. Now he could run. He moved eagerly into a fast walk, causing a light tinkling sound to come from his rider. Laughter. It was good to know Alexia still found him funny. "Just a breezing?" She asked him lightly as she pushed him onwards and quickly he found his pace, moving in a fluid motion, his eyes set on the course ahead of him. He pushed more strongly, his speed increasing as he tore down the straight. Muscles flexed and relaxed, rippling beneath his crimson pelt as he felt the wind pulling at his mane. Alexia pushed slightly and even with the slightest touch his behaviour changed. How joyous it was just to run, and as he got further his speed increased more and more. The only problem was the lack of competition. He always ran his best in competition and the lack of it meant he did not reach his full poential during the session.
Soon he slowed and him and his beautiful rider entered a warm down which, once was finished, marked the end of his day's run. Still, it was preparation and soon enough he would become a star.