After i groomed and tacked up my little mare, we headed out. We have only been here for a few days now and i wanted to check out the trails. Ring work can be so boring at times, while the trails give you obstacles. So, here we are, walking down the trails. Now, i know its not the smartest thing to do, but i had my ipod on and was listening to some music. If i could, i would have a set for Dixie, since she loves to listen to music. Besides, that would probably help her when she thinks that everything is going to 'eat' her. That doesn't bother me so much, since she needs to build some confidence as it is. Then again, i am not too fond of trail riding by myself, but it does not matter too much.
Since i am not wearing a helmet, yes, i know i should, i could feel the breeze blowing through my black hair. Rubbing my Grey mares neck, i adjusted myself in the western saddle. I usually ride in an English saddle, but not for the trails. Its just easier this way. Sighing, i started to song alone with the song i was listening to.
Follow your common sense You cannot hide yourself behind a fairytale forever and ever Only by revealing the hole truth can we disclose The soul of this bulwark forever and ever Forever and ever
Indoctrinated minds so very often Contain sick thoughts And commit most of the evil they preach against
On a plus note, i am a very good singer. If i wasn't, there would be no way i would sing aloud, even if no one was nearby. Sighing, i held on and pushed my mare forward when she shied away from what ever it was she 'saw'. She is actually being pretty good, i thought with a smile. Pushing her into a trot, i asked her to collect and i started to post. I then sat back and asked for a canter with my right leg. Smiling as she picked up her left lead, i had her stay collected, but allowed her to pick up speed.
Realizing she was fast and that i would not be able to stop her if she hit a hole, i sat back and pulled her down to a walk. Rubbing her neck since she stayed collected and did as i ask, i smirked. Speed was my favorite, but i actually rode Huntseat. Then again, the speed is pretty fast in Huntseat. That's what i loved about it most.
Eternal silence cries out for justice Forgiveness is not for sale Nor is the will to forget
Letting my mare have her head, i pulled my loose hair in to a high pony tail. It was getting so messed up and i knew i would have to fight tangles later on. Looking around, i wondered where the trail riders were. Heck, i was wondering where i was. I do not know the trails here, and i just had to come out here by myself. Just great, i thought with a sigh. Shaking my head, i decided to just keep going. I have to run in to someone some time right? i thought. Knowing that it didn't matter, since all i had to do was turn around, i kept on going.
You can't go on hiding yourself Behind old fashioned fairy tales And keep washing your hands in innocence
Re: Cry for the moon {open} « Reply #1 on Jun 30, 2009, 6:02pm »
Kriss Lee
Its a long long road . . .
Kriss's short dark brown hair was pushed flat against his face by his helmet, his blue eyes peering out from underneath a veil of more hair. The weather was hot enough for him and the sun was out, he was alone so what was the problem? Beyond the obvious of being sent to such a place to begin with Kriss was sitting astride a horse. Now he wasn't a complete fool when it came to these beats, he just didn't like the idea of not being in control. Yet the idea of the bay warmblood beneath him doing anything stupid was laughable. Not that dear old Kriss found it very reassuring.
He had spent a decently boring day alone here to muse on everything, it was safe to say his mind was buzzing with everything, the fact he hadn't been this sober in months didn't help his state of mind much either. Nor did anything to ease his still shaking hands. His loose jeans were re rubbing his thighs, opening up scars he had long forgotten about, and he was sure that even though the area seemed well covered the sun was going to burn his bare shoulders, leaving him a "lovely" singlet tan line.
A bird to there right leaped out of the bushes in an attempt to gracefully fly out of the dense scrub into the sky above, or so thats how those things normally happened anyways. Yet today the bird missed intentionally im sure and flew directly infront of Kriss. Leaping up in the saddle he gripped onto the reins eye flicking around to find that rouge bird who had almost killed him. Slightly exaggerated but this is Kriss and it was a big bird! Having lumbered to a gentle stop Penguin looked around at his rider before ducking his head and pulling the reins loose.
"Oh yes Kriss, ill just tack up my trusty steed and set off into the middle of nowhere, what did you think was going to happen you idiot". His tone was slightly feminine yet the anger almost over shadowed it. Looking around he realized he really had no idea were he was. He figured it was the way back to the happy prison. " Fantastic lost on a horse, brilliant way to choose your death Kriss, just brilliant". So he has a bleak out look on some things. He is sober and thirsty, do you blame him?
Hearing something up ahead Penguin pricked his ears and on his own accord took a step forward continuing on his own little ride, Kriss however had also heard something up ahead and silently braced himself for some more killer birds.
. . . . its a big big world.
Words: 450 Lyrics: If he tries anything, Ani defranco Attire: Bleh, jeans, tank top. creative ^^ Other: Penguin is the horse, Kriss is Krystle
Re: Cry for the moon {open} « Reply #2 on Jun 30, 2009, 11:41pm »
Angel of mine Let me thank you You have saved me time and time again
Humming along with my music, I looked around. The trails are so pretty, I thought with a smile on my lips. Stroking my mares’ mane, I let my reins stay loose. I trusted my mare more than I trusted anyone else. It was hard for me sometimes, giving my trust that is. People love to back stab you, steal from each other, lie and cheat. It seems that is why I am like I am. Having no friends, I never really learned to trust others. Not that it would matter, since I am too shy to go out and make friends. Hell, I’d rather stay on the side lines and watch others communicate with one another than go and talk to them myself.
Reaching in to my pack, I pulled out my water bottle. One thing I learned while riding on the trails was to always carry extra water with you and food. Especially if you are going to be out all day on the trails, which I have been known to do many days. Taking a sip, I wiped off the water that escaped my dry lips and put the bottle back in the pack. Looking around for like the hundredth time, I shook my head. Letting a sigh leave my pink lips, I wondered if anyone even used this trail.
Angel, I must confess It's you that always gives me strength And I don't know where I'd be without you
Watching Dixie’s ears twitch backwards, I looked behind us. Seeing another rider and horse coming our way, I pulled out an ear piece and slowed Dixie’s walk to a halt. Smiling, even though I wanted to keep moving since I am not a people person, I waited for the person to catch up. Not that I have any idea if they want to talk to me or just go right around us. Sighing mentally, I wondered why I even wanted to see someone on this trail since I hate meeting people. It did not really matter since the person was very close. I could not tell if it was a male or female, but they had short hair. A boy perhaps? I wondered.
Picking up on hand that was not holding the reins, I waved towards the stranger. Is it really wise to talk to strangers in the middle of nowhere, especially when no one knows I am out here? I wondered. That does not really matter, since I have yet to meet anyone at this place. God, how I hate it here. The only good thing coming out of living here is the fact that I get to ride my mare more than I ever have.
Re: Cry for the moon {open} « Reply #3 on Jul 1, 2009, 12:12am »
Kriss saw the horse before he did the rider, it was a pretty horse. Not that he generally liked horses over the years he had learnt to appreciate the beauty in them all. Penguin bless him was slowly making his way along the path Kriss still shaking, heart beating at a ridiculous pace after the killer bird incident. The girl stopped her horse and seamed to be waiting for him.
"Just brilliant" Kriss thought to himself as he tried to remember one greets a stranger. Ok so he wasn't a complete idiot when it came to socializing he loved his friends and there was nothing better than a night out with them all. He was just shy and the idea of having to introduce himself to a complete stranger whilst he was sober, was almost worse than the idea of facing that killer bird again.
The warmblood beneath him was sued to Kriss by now and didn't flinch when the boy gripped onto the reins in scared anticipation. Kriss saw the girl smile and relaxed a tiny bit, she didn't look to scary and perhaps it wouldn't be to bad. A small nod and say his name. He would just do what he was so good at and pretend he was someone else. He used to pretend he was spiderman when he was young, you would often see him hanging upside down eating lunch on the monkey bars during primary school. He liked it that way, being able to hide that is. It was much easier when you could put on an image that you felt others approved of.
Pulling back on the reins he stopped his gelding and ran his hands through the warmbloods sleek coat as he came to a halt just before the other girl on the opposite side of the path. He awkwardly nodded his head and looked away, finding that funny looking tree on the left rather interesting all of a sudden. " Hi " he managed to stutter out, looking back in her direction. His voice was more feminine sure but to the untrained you could hardly tell. Remembering he was supposed to add his name at the end of that he quickly spoke again. " Im kriss" he could feel his face going red as he failed his first introduction at the school he looked away once again.
" Fucking genius Kriss, well done im proud" If you haven't guess by now Kriss's little voice inside his head is rather fond of sarcasm and putting down Kriss whenever he gets the chance, today was no different.
Re: Cry for the moon {open} « Reply #4 on Jul 1, 2009, 12:32am »
I watched as the person and equine came closer. Ok, just breath, it won't be so bad, i kept thinking. I used to have this thing when i was younger where i would almost pass out when i met someone knew. I tend to hold my breath and freak out. Taking deep breaths, i tried to calm myself. I did not need to fall off my horse, passing out in front of a stranger. I just seem to have issues.
The person came closer and i noticed it looked like a boy. I heard there were many kids here who had more than one problem, and that the range was wide. I couldn't tell if it was a tom boy, so a boy it is. Smiling shyly, i nodded my head. When he spoke, i said, Hello. I was going to add my name at the end, but i realized he had yet to say his own. Did he forget? Or does he not want me to know it? I wondered.
Stroking my grey mares mane, i listened as he spoke again. Nice to meet you, Kriss. I'm Bella and this is Dixie. There, i got it all out of the way. I don't have to say any more right? Damn it! I still need to know where i am at. Sighing mentally, i looked around, noticing the boy was not looking at me. What the hell? I thought.
Um, do you by chance know how to get back to the school area? i asked while looking at my mares ears. Not chancing a look at the boy, i figured he'd have a look on his face that i see often. Probably thinks i am an idiot who got lost. Shaking my head, i tried not to let those thoughts bring my mood down, but it is so hard.
Re: Cry for the moon {open} « Reply #5 on Jul 1, 2009, 1:01am »
Kriss relaxed a bit as he looked her over, she was pretty but she also looked nervous aswell, maybe then she didn't think he was a complete idiot afterall. Taking a deep breath he exhaled loudly and slumped in the saddle.
He tensed up however as she spoke again, her name and her horses name, of course this was a horse school, for most of them there horses were there first priority and he should of thought about introducing Penguin aswell. " She is a very pretty horse" his words sounded forced but not dishonest. He wasn't even sure if pretty was a word that people used to describe horses.
"This is penguin" he placed a hand on the bays neck and finally looked back up towards her. he was never going to live this down for as long as he lived. He was shy sure but what the hell was this. A five year old was capable of having a more decent conversation with someone, than Kriss was at the moment.
He almost laughed as she asked him for directions, speaking honestly for the first time Kriss looked behind him, he had a feeling this track looped around, but he couldn't be sure. " Um . . honestly i was just wondering the same thing" looking up sheepishly he smiled openly for the first time, putting aside all fear for a second.
Re: Cry for the moon {open} « Reply #6 on Jul 1, 2009, 1:36am »
Stroking Dixie's neck, i smiled at his words. Thank you. Your's is too, i said softly. Great, look like an even bigger idiot! Sighing mentally, i flicked some loose strands out of my brown eyes. I always hate it when my hair starts to come undone. Smiling at his horses name, i said, Its such a cute name. Glancing over at some trees, i wondered if that sounded as lame as i think it did.
Holding back a giggle, i wondered how we both became lost. It really should be pretty easy to find our way back, but then again, i may have taken more turns that i thought. Sighing mentally, i wondered if we put our brains together if we could figure out how to get out of here. Blushing, i cleared my throat. Um, are you looking for the exit too? If so, we could look together, if you want that is, i said as i looked at my mares mane. Playing with her strands, i wondered if i sounded like the idiot i felt like.
Looking up at the boy, i wondered if he already thought i am lame. That seems to be how it goes. No one gives me a chance to be myself, they just this shy person who seems to have no personality. That is until you get to know me, but no one has yet. Will this boy be the same? i wondered as i looked him over. I noticed how cute he actually was. A bit feminine, but still handsome. Smiling shyly, i waited for his answer.
Re: Cry for the moon {open} « Reply #7 on Jul 1, 2009, 1:47am »
"Thank you" he giggled softly and hid his face quickly not giving it a second time to go red. he wasn't even sure why he was so awkward anymore, the hard part was over, wasn't it?
Penguin tossed his head and stamped his hoof, most likely out of boredom or even the annoying flies. Either way Kriss tensed up again and looked pleadingly at the ground that seemed an awful long way down from here. She seemed alright this Bella girl, she hadn't laughed at him yet or called him stupid, a better start than Kriss could hope for.
Breathing another sigh of relief when she offered they keep each-other company as they tried to find there way out. He was never really concerned about finding his way out, not till she had mentioned it again. The thing that had bothered him most was being lost with this horse. What if he fell off and the horse left him injured and dying on the floor? " I would like that, thanks"
He had come to his own conclusion that she was shy aswell, she seemed to be looking away every-time she spoke just like he did when he was in an awkward social situation. However unfortunate for her, he had already decided she would make a good friend and was starting to feel more comfortable around her. "What way first?" he honestly had no idea were to begin. His stuttering was near gone however and he spoke with more confidence this time.
Re: Cry for the moon {open} « Reply #8 on Jul 1, 2009, 2:15am »
Hearing his giggle, i started to relax some. He did not seem so bad and he was not running from me. Perhaps he may become a friend? I wondered with a smile. Adjusting my body in my saddle, i remembered why i dislike western saddles so much. They tend to start hurting if i sit in them too long. That is another reason i love my huntseat saddle.
Smiling at his words, i looked back at him. I figure with two of us, maybe we can get out of here, i said with a grin. Turning to look around when he asked which way we should start, i then looked back at him. This is one of those times where i wish i was somewhere else. I hate being put in the spot light like this. Then again, this one was not so bad. Its not like I can make too much of a fool of myself.
Sighing, i stroked my mare. Her ears were twitched back and forth as she looked around. I could tell she was getting impatient and i do not blame her. Um, well. I came from that way, i pointed back towards the back of us. I can't remember which turns i took though. Maybe we should continue forward? I mean, how much further can a road be? I knew that was a stupid question, but i still asked it. Shrugging, i looked back at the boy, wondering if he thought we should head back or keep going forward.
Re: Cry for the moon {open} « Reply #9 on Jul 1, 2009, 2:27am »
He looked over her gear as she seemed to shift uncomfortable in the saddle, he had always wished to ride western, he envied those who trained in it. His parents however hated the concept of western riding and forbid him for every trying. Not that it really bothered him that much, his interest in the animals had lasted all about a year. Just one more reason he was different to the rest of his family.
" Either way it sounds more fun then being lost on my own" and as much as he was shy and hated awkward situations like this he spoke the truth, he was someone who loved to be surrounded by people that he was close to. He didn't find his own company that pleasant.
He looked the way she pointed and shrugged his shoulders, it couldn't hurt to much right? " Sure sounds like a good idea, lets go?" nudging Penguin eagerly he tensed up for a brief second as the pony leaped forward for a step surprised at the sharp cue after he had been allowed to stand and rest for some time. Yet that was all he did and started walking on in the direction Kriss pointed him in, dipping his head to the ground and pulling out all rein contact.
" Your from the school aswell then?" He didn't mean to pry and in all honesty didn't need to no her full backstory and history. He was just trying to make conversation. He would probably fail at that aswell and they would fall back into that horrible awkward silence.
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