Post by Stryke Opaleye on Feb 17, 2009 17:59:52 GMT -5
Hooves pounding through soft dirt.
The sound of breath rising hard and fast.
The scent of sweat and ocean breeze.
The glitter of sun off metal.
Olaf snorted and continued to breath hard as he felt Stryke squeeze his sides. The she-otter urged her mount forward, willing him to put on an extra burst of speed. They had been around the course five or six times now but she was still not satisfied.
The black otter narrowed her eyes and focused on her targets. Her paw gripped the haft of her halbard as she leaned forward, urging her mount onto greater speed. Then she shifted her weight back a bit, digging her heels deep and squeezing her paw on the reins slightly. Olaf continued to canter, rocking back onto his haunches as he did so. This made his front end light and agile.
"Once more lad. We'll get it this time! HUP!"
She kept the horse rocked back so his front end was more free to move. In front of them she had sent up bending poles. The pair wove through them without touching a single one. Now for the jumps and targets. Stryke had come out to the training area early to set up the course. It was nice to have a place like FEB to practice in. There were six jumps and six targets in all.
The otter maneuvered her horse for the first jump and leaned forward. It was a vertical jump at about three and a hald feet followed directly after by the first target. She kept Olaf reined in so he would land short and give her time to slice the willow pole that counted for target one. Olaf jumped clean and she got a good hit before they moved on.
The next was an oxer. About four feet on the back pole and not that wide. She leaned forward again and let Olaf have his head for the wider fence. He cleared it and they made an immediate right for the second target. The halbard's blade gleamed in the sun as she scored her second hit.
Sweat shone on both of them as they made their way to the third fence. If this round went well they would be done for the day...
The sound of breath rising hard and fast.
The scent of sweat and ocean breeze.
The glitter of sun off metal.
Olaf snorted and continued to breath hard as he felt Stryke squeeze his sides. The she-otter urged her mount forward, willing him to put on an extra burst of speed. They had been around the course five or six times now but she was still not satisfied.
The black otter narrowed her eyes and focused on her targets. Her paw gripped the haft of her halbard as she leaned forward, urging her mount onto greater speed. Then she shifted her weight back a bit, digging her heels deep and squeezing her paw on the reins slightly. Olaf continued to canter, rocking back onto his haunches as he did so. This made his front end light and agile.
"Once more lad. We'll get it this time! HUP!"
She kept the horse rocked back so his front end was more free to move. In front of them she had sent up bending poles. The pair wove through them without touching a single one. Now for the jumps and targets. Stryke had come out to the training area early to set up the course. It was nice to have a place like FEB to practice in. There were six jumps and six targets in all.
The otter maneuvered her horse for the first jump and leaned forward. It was a vertical jump at about three and a hald feet followed directly after by the first target. She kept Olaf reined in so he would land short and give her time to slice the willow pole that counted for target one. Olaf jumped clean and she got a good hit before they moved on.
The next was an oxer. About four feet on the back pole and not that wide. She leaned forward again and let Olaf have his head for the wider fence. He cleared it and they made an immediate right for the second target. The halbard's blade gleamed in the sun as she scored her second hit.
Sweat shone on both of them as they made their way to the third fence. If this round went well they would be done for the day...