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Horse: PCS Bolschoi
Rider: Joe Mc Loughlin (~ 25 years old)
Stable: Peacock Stable
Event: Lakeside Race Event (NEW ENTRIES!)
Class Entered: Steeplechase
Previous Training: Trainings-Sketchdump
Previous Events: Mini Event Racing
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(It's really not reasonable to travel with a young horse from Europe to America for a semi-large event, I ignored that fact in the story, I hope it's okay
)
Rainy clouds covered the sky in nothern germany. It was early morning, but the daylight was so indifferent that it could have been any daytime. A man walked through a willow, a little wind moved his hair and bloated his jacket. He turned his collar up and went faster to a group of horses. Some of them looked puzzled at the man, who normally don't disturb they so early.
He stopped next to a chestnut stallion and mumbled, petting the horse's neck, something to cast out the silence that was adressed to the stallion
"Bolschoi, my big boy. You coped your first little race. Are you in the mood to do something bigger?"
Obviously Bolschoi doesn't repeat, but the poked his nose into the pocket of the man's jacket.
His trainer, Joe, giggled and pulled a carrot out. Bolschoi pitched into the carrot and and crunched it with pleasure.
The other horses noticed the treat and surrounded the man. Of course he had plenty of little carrot pieces in his pocket. A few minutes later all of the chewed happily.
"Come on, I have to prepare you for your journey. And I don't want to walk the whole way back. The next thing you have to learn is how to answer to your name." Joe said and climbed onto Bolschoi's back, who carried his rider back to the gate.
Later, after a long journey, they arrived at the Rose Thorn Stables. The next day the chase will start and Joe used the time to discover the track and calm down Bolschoi, who was still very excited and wanted to see everything in this new country.
Anyhow the weather was better than in their home. Some stars began to twinkle an Bolschoi started neighing out loud. Joe touched his wide blown nostrils with a finger. "Yes, we should write some postcards."
Saturday morning was passed with an opulent breakfast and some light stretching exercises.
And suddenly there was signal to start the race! Bolschoi opened his nostrils wide, sucked his lungs full with fresh air and in the same moment he exploded and dashed forward, focussed the first obstacle and began to fly.
Eat that, foreign ground of foreign country. I'm here now and everybody have to see my track burned in the earth. Forever.
_______________________________
Lol, spending lots of hours in the lightning. So many tips, tutorials and logic to unite
Ref: 3DE Cross Country Jule Wewer and Lasse by LuDa-Stock
Used some parts of Custom Tack for Tschaikowski - a gift from gorgeous Darya87
Rider: Joe Mc Loughlin (~ 25 years old)
Stable: Peacock Stable
Event: Lakeside Race Event (NEW ENTRIES!)
Class Entered: Steeplechase
Previous Training: Trainings-Sketchdump
Previous Events: Mini Event Racing
_______________________________
(It's really not reasonable to travel with a young horse from Europe to America for a semi-large event, I ignored that fact in the story, I hope it's okay
) Rainy clouds covered the sky in nothern germany. It was early morning, but the daylight was so indifferent that it could have been any daytime. A man walked through a willow, a little wind moved his hair and bloated his jacket. He turned his collar up and went faster to a group of horses. Some of them looked puzzled at the man, who normally don't disturb they so early.
He stopped next to a chestnut stallion and mumbled, petting the horse's neck, something to cast out the silence that was adressed to the stallion
"Bolschoi, my big boy. You coped your first little race. Are you in the mood to do something bigger?"
Obviously Bolschoi doesn't repeat, but the poked his nose into the pocket of the man's jacket.
His trainer, Joe, giggled and pulled a carrot out. Bolschoi pitched into the carrot and and crunched it with pleasure.
The other horses noticed the treat and surrounded the man. Of course he had plenty of little carrot pieces in his pocket. A few minutes later all of the chewed happily.
"Come on, I have to prepare you for your journey. And I don't want to walk the whole way back. The next thing you have to learn is how to answer to your name." Joe said and climbed onto Bolschoi's back, who carried his rider back to the gate.
Later, after a long journey, they arrived at the Rose Thorn Stables. The next day the chase will start and Joe used the time to discover the track and calm down Bolschoi, who was still very excited and wanted to see everything in this new country.
Anyhow the weather was better than in their home. Some stars began to twinkle an Bolschoi started neighing out loud. Joe touched his wide blown nostrils with a finger. "Yes, we should write some postcards."
Saturday morning was passed with an opulent breakfast and some light stretching exercises.
And suddenly there was signal to start the race! Bolschoi opened his nostrils wide, sucked his lungs full with fresh air and in the same moment he exploded and dashed forward, focussed the first obstacle and began to fly.
Eat that, foreign ground of foreign country. I'm here now and everybody have to see my track burned in the earth. Forever.
_______________________________
Lol, spending lots of hours in the lightning. So many tips, tutorials and logic to unite
Ref: 3DE Cross Country Jule Wewer and Lasse by LuDa-Stock
Used some parts of Custom Tack for Tschaikowski - a gift from gorgeous Darya87
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WOW so shiny and the colors are so realistic! Love it!