Post by colette on Nov 15, 2009 20:05:17 GMT -5
USE ME AS YOU WILL
Pull my Strings Just For Your Thrill
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The sound of hooves purchasing the ground cut through the friendly tension that pulsed freely through Solomen's Veins. It had been awhile since he and his nine year old Son Riley, had been to the track. Their mare Elowin, was currently pregnant with Native's foal, and had been time consuming, as she was very delicate and needed lots of care. The warm feeling of adoration slithered onto Sol.'s face, as he looked at his Son, Riley was the only thing he had left. And had been the sole reason why the thoughts of stopping his Alcohol addiction, was even possible. He watched as he played with his horse Kaman, the two were perfectly matched, mischievous by nature, but always with good intentions in mind, they were inseparable, if Kaman was a human, Riley would swear he was his long,lost brother.[/color] He gave a wicked grin back, he knew his son was just as competitive as he was, and he couldn't pass up a perfectly good challenge.
Native snorted, and Solomen turned to his own mount, the black beast was anxious, ready to feel the soft burn in hi legs, and the feeling of dirt and grass, submitting beneath him. Solomen knew how he felt, he was anxious to, he wanted to feel the raw muscles beneath him, to feel the wind to mold to their forms. Today they were just supposed to be exercising Kaman and Native, but a friendly little race between Father and Son, would be alot more fun, along with exercise for the boys. But just then Riley pulled up beside him, Solomen out of impulse reached over and ruffled his sons curly hair. " Daayayad" Riley ducked his head out of reach from his father and gave him a coyote grin. All right, all right, I'll stop.... Hey son, I bet this old boy has more spunk in him then Kaman."
"Nuh Uh! Kaman is all quartehorse, plus hes younger then Native."[/color] as if to fuel his cause, Kaman snaked his head around Riley, and snorted, as if indignant as the earlier comment. Native pranced beside Solomen arching his neck, and showing that he still had fire in him, he was a stallion for Pete's sake! " Well then, its a bet, If I win, you have to....to catch Native in the morning for a week."[/color] Riley moaned, he knew what a Pain the black stallion was to catch in the morning, it usually took close to an hour to get him. " Fine, but If I win, you have to clean out Kaman's stall and stop trying to cook for a week."[/color]
They both said "Deal."[/color] at the same time and broke out into a laugh. Finally they reached the gate to the track, and Solomen opened it and let Riley and Kaman through first, before walking through and closing it. The walked to here the starting gate would have been, and positioned themselves apart equally. Riley, touched Kam's left shoulder and he bent his legs, so he could get on easily. Solomen swung his large frame up onto Native, and fixed his stirrups. He looked over at Riles. and said " Ready, set...... Go![/color]
Riley, and Kaman, were off like bullets, blurring together, and getting faster by the second. It took a few seconds for Native to get off, his black legs snapped forward, along with his body. Solomen hunched over his neck, and leaned out of his seat. Native chugged along, if he was in a real race, he would be considered a finisher, he was a slow starter, and gathered speed as he went along.
But the evil duo before them had a head start, and the 12 year old gelding was just starting to gain speed. The black beast, lowered his head and put on more speed, his tail whipping behind him like a furious snake. But the older boy, wasn't what he used to be, and had troubles with catching up with Kaman. Solomen understood and merely nodded to himself. But since Kaman was pure quarter horse, he only had a good speed for a quarter mile, and he was slowing at a fast rate, but he still had the lead by about 5 lengths.
The were nearing the final furlong, and Riley was whooping one fist in the air, thinking he had his old Man and hose beat. But like always, Native had some reserve passion in him, the black stallion, shrieked a challenge and began to pound the earth with black daggers. Hos neck stretched out as he began to speed up. He ate up the ground, they were down to 3 lengths and on the final furlong. Poor Kaman looked beat, his speed burst over and gone with the wind, and he was steadily tiring, his legs stretching out to their fullest.
Kaman could feel Natives breath on his back, and the competitive 15.3 gelding had a renewed vigor, but it was to late. Native had pulled out everything and was passing him with ease, that is until Riley patted his neck, feeling this affection, Kaman pulled up next to Native, his nose barely passing his shoulder. But it was set in Stone, the old boy had don it again, pulled something of his reserve and given Solomen his all.
The passed the finishing pole, and Solomen sat deep in his saddle, letting Nat. have his head, the gorgeous beast slowed and snorted, his breathing normal from a run like that. Solomen patted his neck and dismounted, tossing the reins over his head and making him do flexion. He bent down and unwrapped the neon red wraps, he checked his legs. No heat, which relieved him to no end. He turned and walked over to Riley who was doing the same, Kaman looked beat, but his head whipped up and he pranced in place, like the winner he was.
Sol, always seemed amazed by the smallish horse, no matter what he always had some renewed vigor, wen Riley patted his neck. It was like he knew Riles. was always proud of him regardless, bu he just wanted to make him even prouder. Solomen smiled, Kaman was supposed to be his horse, he always was more exuberant in Riley's, presence and so he had given him to Riles. Nat. brought him back from his reverie when he plopped his black head over his shoulder, now Solomen remembered when he had met the stallion, calmer then most and he suited Sol's hard work ethic, and helped him through his depression bouts.
Riley looked up and was grinning like a coyote again, exhilarated from the ride none the less. HE leaned into his sweat lathered companion and said "You won, comin over here to rub it in?"[/color] No son, just wanted to say how great you were, and that Kaman of yours..... well I'm glad I gave him to you. Oh and about catching Native in the morning.. You don't have to, I'm proud of how you rode today and so I'll catch Native."[/color] he reached over and ruffled Riley's hair, and he let him this time, knowing that his Father could've made him do the dirty job.
" Thanks Dad! Lets cool Nat. and Kam. out, they did do a good a job didn't they?'[/color] The little family of four walked down the track. The horses a magnificent sight, with their sweat lathered bodies, arched necks and prancing antics.[/color][/size][/blockquote]
AND I KNOW WE'LL BE OK
[/color]Though Our Skies Are Turning Gray[/color]
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