Chasing the morning birds

Breed: Swedish Warmblood

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Warm Up


Now was time to give its all, Peter wasn't that nervous, but the pressure of the two fire-headed ladies was kinda bothering him since the moment he had gotten on the stud's back. He'd really need some alcohol after his turn was done, some strong bottle, a glass wouldn't be enough.

But it wasn't the time to think about getting drunk. The stallion had already pulled on his rein when his thoughts had wandered a little. "Don't worry boy" He patted the stallion's neck who snorted. Leading him to the starting line he took deep breath, matching the rythm of the hooves step. He closed his eyes, feeling the stallion's heartbeat, teh excitment that was growing and made the broad muscles shake. His hands tightened on the reins, Nac scratching the ground. Eyes open, nostril flarred the warmblood tensed as the count down to the beginning started, all his power going in his hind. He could have been a racing horse, bursting out of the starting gate wouldn't be a problem. Like now, the starting bell sounding, he almost jumped over the line and ahead. The ground flowing under his hooves, time stoping as he jumped toward the sky. Conquering each obstacle with power and chasing the morning birds.

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art (c) meykka
banner to their respective owner
ref used for background and obstacle from cursey