Post by cass on Aug 19, 2012 4:43:52 GMT -5
i used to waste my time dreaming of being alive
now i only waste it
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] DREAMING OF YOU The world was a symphony. A million creatures played to the same tune, united in their love of life. The deep, thrumming bass line came from the toads, lazing contentedly at the side of a pond. Their squat bodies reverberated with the power of their song. The birds, perched overhead in the canopy, played the melody; a clear, joyful loop of sheer jubilation. It was achingly beautiful, the way such tiny creatures could produce such an exquisite noise. A staccato drum beat played unobtrusively in the background, a mere afterthought in the grand orchestra, yet it still sounded right. The source of the noise was obscured by the trees; thickly clustered pines allowed brief glimpses, but nothing more than that. Suddenly, the trees parted into a small pathway. The horse that emerged was splashed chestnut and ivory, and walked with a refined elegance. His rider sat lightly atop him, keeping a gentle contact on the reins and peering forward into the forest. Her large, blue eyes were starkly contrasted by the paleness of her complexion. Framing her face, her dark brown curls rested on her shoulders, bouncing slightly with the motion of her horse. "Good boy, Chicago," She murmured, stroking the Saddlebred's neck affectionately. Cass clicked her tongue and nudged Chicago up into a canter. After working him in the arena, she always liked to take him out for a more relaxed ride. They both appreciated the beautiful sights and sounds that nature provided, and nowhere were these virtues more present than in the Keyhole Hills. Chicago's ears flickered forward as he noticed a jump up ahead; a fallen log, about 3ft tall - nothing too daunting. His pace quickened, and he let out a whinny. "Steady, boy," She murmured. Although he was was a very promising young horse, Chicago did tend to be a bit full of himself, and often needed reminding that he wasn't invincible. After a snort of disagreement, the gelding submitted and slowed his canter. Three strides, two strides, one stride - Chicago took off. His powerful back legs contracted and released, sending him soaring in a wide arc through the air. Cass leant down over his neck and thrust the reins forward, allowing him to use his head. As his front hooves touched down, Cass began to sit up, preparing to ride away. As they galloped away from the jump, Chicago threw a small buck - clearly excited by the atmosphere. Not wanting to let him get into bad habits, Cass squeezed on the reins and slowed him down to a trot. "If you're gonna be cheeky, I'll make you walk," She threatened, although she was still grinning. 443 WORDS , open , riding CHICAGO |
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