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Post by azule on Jul 2, 2009 14:30:27 GMT -5
hugs and kisses."Come on Kissy, get your feet moving," The girl casually made conversation with her mare as she would a regular human. The mare she'd been leading had decided that she needed to greet a passing gelding, nostrils blowing out sweet puffs of hot air. Kiss lifted her dual blazed head with interest, watching Logan with affectionate brown eyes before whuffling her lips and shuffling after Logan slowly. Satisfied, the petite rider finished pulling up the sleeves of her thick jacket, pleased that the day had managed to warm up slightly - giving the dirt track a much softer feel. It was great for Kiss... If they ever managed to get out to the track. The filly's pace slackened off, and she swung her head to each side, her body vibrating in soft nickers, quite obviously begging for a treat. "Oh, you're such a piggy mare!" Logan exclaimed with a laugh, bringing Kiss to a stop just outside of the dirt track and climbing aboard the sturdy built mare. She remained still for a few moments, giving Logan time to scan her mental checklist and cool her wavering nerves down. This work would basically confirm Kiss' status as a racehorse, as Logan had entered the filly in the Gurren Lagann Derby, so she hoped that the workout would give Kiss a leg up. Once setting foot on the springy track, Logan lifted her head, pacing Kiss on the far outside of the track rail. The copper shining mare swished her thick tail, lop ears hanging loosely. Logan's calves pressed against the mare's lean barrel, urging her to liven up a bit, and when the mare shifted her weight back and lift her head, the girl smiled, nodding silently to herself. The air was chilly, and it made Logan shiver slightly, but Kiss didn't seem to notice the faint nip in the air, and continued along her merry way. Lazily, she stretched her arms out, muffling a yawn. Preventing herself from rubbing her eyes, Logan clicked her tongue, elbows softening to give the mare room to stretch. She willingly dropped her head, yawning, which made Logan grin and reply to her silent expressions. "Alright you lazy bum, let's get going." Again, Logan clucked, this time firming her leg's on Kiss' copper barrel, giving her a soft pat when the mare sprung forward into a dainty jog. She knew Kiss had a need for speed, but looking at the mare's lazy exterior, no one would be able to guess. The mare's head rose, and she began to show more interest in the scenery that surrounded her. She was alone on the track, as her stable mate was enjoying her flake of hay with a bit of gluttony - it made Logan crack up in laughter. Only a handful of strides later, the rail began to curve gently before the pair, which they easily handled by changing their bend to the left. Logan could see the very tip of Kiss' white splashed nose tuck in to the left, and she loosened the reins, delighted when the filly held herself for a few steps before fading to the inside. Logan corrected her, swinging her right leg back as the rail straightened; she clucked, shifting her body weight forward to stand in her stirrups. Kiss wrung her tail and flicked it up in the air playfully, then bounded forward into a smooth lope, taking on a rocking horse movement that felt quite comfortable to lose concentration, just swinging along the track's smooth surface. Everything was so care free about the way Kiss pattered along. The rider sat forward on her horse, hands firmly gripping the reins, yet she gave and take with the slightest give of her arms. Logan's legs were steady on Kiss' copper barrel, easing her closer to the inside. Automatically responding to the fading in, Kiss' steps came a bit faster. She knew what was coming. Reacting to the increased amount of air circulating through her system, Kiss flipped her head up and struck out harder with her forelegs, strides churning up more moist dirt. Logan's jaw clenched; she gritted her teeth and sat back against Kiss for a few strides, collecting her so she was more balanced, rather than being so heavy in her hands. They were precise, each stride just as smooth as the one prior. Logan's lips were parted slightly, and she mumbled soft words to herself and her filly as she made a slight change to her body position. The girl crouched lower to her mare's copper colored back, and she clucked, pressing her heels down to keep her balance. Kiss' soft exterior took on a sly glint, her warm brown eyes narrowed slightly. Strides lengthened as Logan asked the mare for a brighter pace, and at her simple commands, Kiss charged forward at a bright gallop, sweeping past the quarter pole. Logan's plan was to take it easy for most of the workout, then sprint home for the last few furlongs. Say, five furlongs for the whole workout? Three furlongs easy, and the last two would be taken on with Kiss' sprinting speeds. Nodding in conformation, Logan layed her legs against Kiss and asked the mare for more speed. She could hear the increase in pace from her chestnut mare, just from the way her hooves lightly danced over the dirt, propelling their intertwined form forward with ease. Logan's legs bobbled with the way her mare moved, much more strung out and loose than the way Kiss' gray stablemate ran. Jaw was tight as the rider settled the mare's weight on her haunches, as she suddenly dropped her head. She effectively positioned her body mass over her shoulders, and Logan sat her back, gazing up as a furlong pole sped by. They'd already covered two furlongs, onto their third. Logan's eyes narrowed into a feline appearing slit and she gripped the reins tighter, ankles allowing her slim figure to rest on the balls of her feet. Kiss could feel Logan prepare herself, and she too began to build. Her copper colored head dropped a fraction of a degree and her ears, usually pricked forward with a fawn like expression began to fall back. Her hooves took on a long reach that covered the ground in bounding intervals. Logan began to gently ease the reins through her fingers, a small grin warming her lips as she felt her mare take the slack and exhale louder breaths. The furlong pole was a blur as it passed by, and Logan could feel the rail tilt slightly to the left. Kiss' leading leg automatically switched, which was an absolute joy, as the mare remembered her past schools well and just coasted along, the white tip of her nose ever so slightly tipped to the inside. Logan perched her self aboard Kiss, inhaling a deep breath and letting it out at a soft whistle, keeping her mind calm as the rail increased it's bend. She could almost count the seconds before her filly would straighten and then bolt off, and when that moment happened, Logan outstretched her fingers, allowing Kiss to drop her head and reach forward with every ounce of strength that she had. She could feel the immediate difference in Kiss' steps; they had been steady and rather lazy before, but now, she could barely feel them, as they hit the ground and were snatched up in mere fractions of a second. Kiss' eyes were widened with an undeniable sense of determination, and she propelled her rather small build forward, covering more and more ground with each stride that she took. Logan could do nothing but simply ask the filly for more, her throat dry as she clucked to Kiss, steadying her slim body to keep her weight forward over her mare's darkened shoulders. Kiss was breathing now, certainly not heavy from her simple warm up, and her neck was dark with a thin, mild coat of sweat. Kiss was no longer that sweet little mare who befriended her rivals - if there would have been another horse on the track, she was certain that her filly would be dashing after them, not content until she beat them. Alas, they were alone, but it still didn't shake Kiss' nerves as she fled by the wire, continuing her sprint for another half furlong until Logan stood in her stirrups and eased the mare back. Even without a stop watch, Logan could tell that the mare was flying. "Good girl, you did perfect!" She cooed to her mare, slowing Kiss to a walk. Winded but not fatigued, Kiss picked up a smooth prance, arching her head in excitement at her dash as they rode back to the barn. "I know you're ready for those races girl, we'll show 'em,"Word Count: 1,461 words!
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