Character's Name: Bree Sherwood
Character's Level (#): 3
Career Shown: Rider
Horse's Name MIEC Long Forgotten
Horse's Level (#) NA
Career Shown: NA
Day Shown (1 or 5): 5
Class: MM DA-2
"So how was the party?"
"Uhhhhhhh.... It was great!" Little did they know that Bree snuck off for a little piece and quiet after the party started.
Day Shown (2, 3, or 4): 3
Class: NSJ BA-1
It was Fore's first show away from home, his chance to prove himself. When younger, the stallion was trained slowly at home, only attempting a cross rail once or twice a week. He was the runt of the crop, the only reason he had not been sold was to give him a chance to catch up. Now the others had to catch up to Fore, he challenged new heights every day. Now it was time to really show how good he was.
Bree stroked the gray coat of the young stallion, who was currently staring off into the distance. She picked up the reins, determined to get the stallion set straight in the show ring. She kicked the stallion into action and he took off cantering into the ring, breezing past the other rider and horse.
The salty tang of dirt and sweat dripped into the rider's eyes and open mouth. Her shirt was soaked through with sweat from the muggy air that seemed to never leave Texas. The dirt rose from the ground in waves, constantly pounded down by feet and stirred up again by the same hooves and shoes. It eventually rose up into the air, blinding people and they stopped all over the side of the road to rub their eyes mercilessly.
The crowd cheered as the stallion burst into the arena, jumping from underneath the white tents. Now that the slow, fatigued day was over, their energy bursted through the roof. They were a wild frenzy, waiting to drink in the action of the sport, waiting for a spill, waiting for the rider that would take home the blue.
Fore blew his nose like a dragon and pricked his ears at the audience like he knew they were cheering for him. "Bree Sherwood and Long Forgotten, a 7 year old Thoroughbred, bred, owned, and ridden by Bree Sherwood." The overhead speakers boomed. Beep! Bree tightened the grip on the reins and pulled to the first jump, a bright blue oxer. The crowd still roared, but Fore's sole focus was now on the jump. He leaped over without a flinch and whipped around to face the next jump. He thundered around the arena, passing awed people, and cantered down to the second jump.
"Would he make it? Was the silent question. Bree watched many riders fall off as their horses violently spooked at the bright yellow flowers and simple green vines. She felt the stallion tense under her as he spotted the flowers moving swaying in the night wind. Still, he powered through. The twinkling sky went up and down as Bree grabbed the gray mane and watched the ground ahead. Fore ducked down a little before rising up and over the oxer.
The round passed by perfectly, smooth and without a flaw. Bree pulled back on the stallion's reins as he thundered through the gate and he came to meet the people. The crowd flocked around the stallion, who had gotten the best time so far in the night. Fore raised his head, pawing at the ground, nickering, like a king awaiting his court. He was for this small moment before the focus turned to the next rider, consumned by the crowd's thirst.