Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
This is an chilled out rpg with a super friendly and relaxed atmosphere! Remember to sign up with your characters full name in all caps and don't forget to do your claims! Thank you and Welcome, we've been established since 10th March 2009 but unfortunately have had to close guest view of our boards due to multiple sites ripping off our hard work, such a shame! Come chat to us in Discord before joining if you like!.
Leo had taken some time to practice the barrels, but he knew really he needed lessons. He'd gotten along well with Dime in the few weeks since the last show, but without having had a lesson, he wasn't sure how well this would go. It was all just for fun though, and he liked having a blast. He patted the horses neck and sent him round the warm up ring once more to get him ready, and then he was in. Leo wound him up before the start and then leant forward and sent him on, hollering like a cowboy - he really needed to get a hat off Shannon. Unfortunately, hollering didn't quite help and he felt the first barrel tip. Uh oh - he was more careful on the second but it felt too slow. Trying to moderate, he went too fast on the third turn and he felt them clatter it. Once again, two out of three - this wasn't bowling. Laughing all the same, he sent the horse home with a grin and a hearty well earned pat.
[attr="class","character-lavender-content"] She had Barb saddled up, warmed up, and ready to go. Bailey Gallager was always excited when it came to competition time though, it was in her nature to be competitive. Her father was leading them to the shoot now, the class was so small but the teenagers was feeling good about her chances of placing, if not winning. In the chaos of the arena, she heard Leo White whoop and holler, causing Bailey to roll her eyes, "Silly Englishman..." She muttered under her breath, giving her grulla mare a good pat as the seconds ticked by. Barb knew what was up though, and she danced in place a little bit as Bailey sat deep in her seat and her father held on, unperturbed by the mare's antics.
And then, it was time. They turned the mare around, having her stare in the opposite direction of the arena. And as soon as they nod was given, Bailey's father let go of the reins. Automatically, the teenager hands zipped up the the reins for close contact as she swung Barb around, and they sprang forward down the shoot. Bailey leaned forward, giving her mare all the forward motion she needed to speed with a little encouragement as well. But Barb didn't need it, she'd been doing this for thirteen years. They swung around the first barrel and shot towards the next one, and then the final one. In all the chaos - she knew her mare might have tooted once or twice, but Bailey didn't care - Barb's farts were her plus one speed super power.
And apparently it paid off as they finished with 9.8 seconds. Bailey's jaw dropped as she heard the announcer, "Well shit, Barb! New record!" and with that, she gave that gruella mare all of the loving that she could muster. Her father congratulating her on the otherside, and the three of them walked back towards Blue Belle's trailer to hose down the mare and take her home.
