Post by Dakota;; on Apr 18, 2007 9:19:43 GMT
Dakota gave a small sigh, her Riding boots clicked on stone floor as she walked, spotting the head of a Black mare, hanging over the stall door.
A small smile flittered onto her lips.
“Hey Flicky” She said sweetly, picking up her pace, stopping at the horses store, one hand under it’s head, the other on her nose.
Dakota had, had this mare for 2 years, Dressage champion, moody, but cute. Sure She showed her, Thus giving her the Name Flicky, Show name Being Affliction .
Kissing the Arabs head gently, she slipped into the stall, a hand running down her back, towards the rump, moving her fingers in little circles, before running a hand down the Mare’s hind quarter, whispering small nothings to her.
“Poor Girl, are you still lame?” Dakota asked, absent mindedly, Feelings gently around the canon, biting her lip softly, The swelling form last time had gone down.
Affliction wasn’t a very good jumper, she tended to knock things and last time she’d taken her out, two weeks ago, she’s smacked her hindquarter, stumbled and then taken a small tumble downwards.
Patting her rump , Dakota picked up a brush, running it over her back, up the Neck just before her mane.
Signing to herself softly as she did.
“Lost and winter's on the way
And the air is craving in
And the streets are crumbling
But you are with me
Under the downtown city lights
We become statues without eyes
Barely audible
We're froze in time
I have you where i want you
Oh and i need to look away
When the jets are overhead
And the storm is closing in
Yeah something is happening
Beneath the modern cold high rise
We become statues without eyes
Stand at attention
They all align
I have you where i want you
Then it all aligns
It all aligns
I have you where i want you
We are statues without eyes
We were statues without eyes
We are statues without eyes”
Humming the last few bars of the song, Dakota snapped a lead rope onto the Mares Halter, it’d be fun trying to ride her today , no saddle for two weeks, energy feed and a Crop...Oh the joys she would have!
A small smile flittered onto her lips.
“Hey Flicky” She said sweetly, picking up her pace, stopping at the horses store, one hand under it’s head, the other on her nose.
Dakota had, had this mare for 2 years, Dressage champion, moody, but cute. Sure She showed her, Thus giving her the Name Flicky, Show name Being Affliction .
Kissing the Arabs head gently, she slipped into the stall, a hand running down her back, towards the rump, moving her fingers in little circles, before running a hand down the Mare’s hind quarter, whispering small nothings to her.
“Poor Girl, are you still lame?” Dakota asked, absent mindedly, Feelings gently around the canon, biting her lip softly, The swelling form last time had gone down.
Affliction wasn’t a very good jumper, she tended to knock things and last time she’d taken her out, two weeks ago, she’s smacked her hindquarter, stumbled and then taken a small tumble downwards.
Patting her rump , Dakota picked up a brush, running it over her back, up the Neck just before her mane.
Signing to herself softly as she did.
“Lost and winter's on the way
And the air is craving in
And the streets are crumbling
But you are with me
Under the downtown city lights
We become statues without eyes
Barely audible
We're froze in time
I have you where i want you
Oh and i need to look away
When the jets are overhead
And the storm is closing in
Yeah something is happening
Beneath the modern cold high rise
We become statues without eyes
Stand at attention
They all align
I have you where i want you
Then it all aligns
It all aligns
I have you where i want you
We are statues without eyes
We were statues without eyes
We are statues without eyes”
Humming the last few bars of the song, Dakota snapped a lead rope onto the Mares Halter, it’d be fun trying to ride her today , no saddle for two weeks, energy feed and a Crop...Oh the joys she would have!
