Post by shadow on Jun 23, 2009 1:31:12 GMT -5
there is a thing called gallop joy, where for just a few strides while galloping, you feel at peace, with the wind flapping in your hair and the sun shining on your back. no one knows if the horse feels the same way, but for tyler james duval, he felt that gallop joy with every stride battlefield took. foxy, as he was called, was a beautiful 16.2hh buckskin tobiano dutch warmblood stallion, around 9 years old. fozy was powerful and head strong with long strides, that made it hard for tyler to stop him, but tyler didn't want foxy to stop at all. foxy's ears was pricked and his head was held high as his hooves drummed on to the dry dirt of the trail path. tyler could fall asleep to the thumping because it was rhythmical and relaxing towards him.
a cloud of dush gathered behind foxy, as if a sand storm might errupt at any moment. tyler had lived in ireland all his life until his whole attitude had changed for the worst and his parents had sent him here to set him straight, as they would say. tyler didn't think this school was as bad as he thought it was, it had everything he needed. girls, clubs and freedom to ride. he might even be happy here, for a time anyway. foxy's strides became longer and faster each time, making tyler have to sit back and pull on the reins until foxy cantered, trotted and then walked. foxy fought against the pull of the bit, but as tyler sat down and squeezed his heels in to foxy's flank, he was confused as to what to do and walked. tyler patted foxy's neck and looked around, finding himself a little lost. the sun was high in the sky, so it was around noon, and it was beating down hard. tyler squinted against the glare of the sun and sighed heavily, he'd never had sun like this in ireland, and he felt like some food in the oven. tyler hated the heat.