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Date Posted: 07:28:32 05/01/03 Thu
Author: Nealy
Subject: .fearless.
In reply to: Lance 's message, "I cant hurt you?" on 07:21:47 05/01/03 Thu

Was that a threat? Oh boy oh boy, did he have it coming to him. Thanking the Lord that she'd wrapped the colt she wheels him and asks for a canter, ready to kick some ass. The tall animal that she was on didn't have the speed of her Thoroughbreds, and it's one thing she regretted terribly as she got a few lengths behind the guy. Nevertheless, her hands were quiet upon the reins, just there for direction and collection. As they near the first fence she purposely jumps the low end to warm up the colt, just to make sure he didn't injure himself. Her form was perfect, and her eyes never touched the fence, she was planning for the next. She'd been riding at this place since she was a little kid, and knew the course like the back of her hand. She growls to him once she pulls even, "He's not mine damnit, when did I ever say yours weren't valuable?!.." Tone was there, and she didn't need much concentration to gallop a horse, she was made for it. She directs the horse towards the hayrack in the middle of the field, clucking and moving with him over it - on his landing she moves him forward, so happy she was riding him for this wild 'fun'. Yup, Nealy was reckless, but she knew what she was doing.

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