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Trial 1 - Dressage

Horse: DHEC Golden Lion of Rivia

Rider: Arcturus Weylin

Team: Fuchsia Falcons

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I'm happy that I made it, March had been tiring

Hopefully a nice story can be formed sometime soon :'D for nowww just *shoves art in your feed*

I'm tRyiNg vEry hArd pLs

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Arcturus had to pick and decide between two of his favourite horses to bring to Camp Nightmare, Yukon or Sacre. 'It might've been a simple choice if he wasn't so indecisive', he would scold himself. Yukon, a Traaker stallion who behaves like a giant golden retriever puppy; or Sacre, a spicy warlander mare who is the physical embodiment of "Nightmare" (not, she IS a good mare, but it has been a long running gag among the staff).

"Maaaaybe Yukon? Get him a liiiittle more used to arena crowds without getting too excited," Morrigan would nudge him and say, while scouring over the online site for the camp. He shook his head and let out a long sigh. It's easy for her to say, without any doubt Alche behaved better compared to Yukon in training. He frowned, Morrigan noticed his hesitation and concern.

"It will be worth it in the long run? Yukon is young, trained yes, but inexperienced; Sacre is more experienced indeed, and haha, most likely to leave a lasting impression," Morrigan paused to check if Arcturus was still paying attention, satisfied with his annoyed expression, she continued, "Juuuust my opinion, it would benefit both of you. Plus you can think of it as... riding camp vacation."

He could tell Morrigan was excited for the camp, he was tempted to suggest that she joined in his stead, but... he wanted to go, he had yearned to join a riding camp for a while, and now, here's his chance. Maybe he could meet new people, make new friends, exchange training tips... sooner or later, he let his imagination run wild about the camp. He leaned back on the chair, kicking his feet up on the desk, nearly hitting a mug filled with water (Morrigan scrambled to save it from falling over), and chuckled, "I'll think about it, I've always wanted to go to Japan during the spring, you know thaaaaat. Won't miss it for the world! So... what's for lunch?"

"Good to hear," Morrigan muttered, "If you don't mind, dirty boots off my desk, butthead. Only THEN, we'll talk about lunch."

Arcturus's first thoughts upon arriving in Japan a day before camp was a mix of "Oh my gosh, this place is gorgeous", "Better than expected!!" and "I cannot wait to take a nap". The flight was... eventful, turbelent ahoy! Not to mention it was an evening flight which dragged on into the night. 7 hours of being in an airbourne sardine can was not the worst, he had went to Denmark with Sacre , and that was better than whatever this flight was. He had no problems with flying, the problem however, was the jetlag that followed very soon after landing. He met up with the trailer driver and greeted him with a friendly wave. A snort echoed in the trailer, looking for familiar faces and scents.

The old driver laughed, in heavily accented English, he said, "Your horse is very excited, is this his first time travelling?"

They chatted the whole way to the camp, sharing stories of high spirited horses and night flights.

It should be a couple days for Arcturus to get used to the new surroundings. First thing he did was check the team roster list, PINK FALCONS! Or more accurately, FUCHSIA FALCONS! Is this destiny? Pink cherry blossoms around the place, seems like the place was exactly welcoming the team. He brushed off the thought as soon as it surfaced, do not grow an ego right now. He decided to ponder the question of, how to mail a falcon from Malaysia to Japan real quick?

The golden stallion by his side took interest in eeeeeverything, he whinnied at everyone who walked past, a stallion's greeting perhaps? He seemed to have a growing interest at his horsey friends. He loves bonking and sniffing the others, delivering soft headbutts. One horse in particular was as thrilled as Yukon, a majestic grey stallion, who happens to be in the same team. The two horses sized each other up, much to... some people's surprise, they just kinda vibe. Another was a black Selle stallion, who appeared uninterested in Yukon's continuous antics and snorted irritably, leaving Yukon slightly disappointed. Arcturus is unsure how the other horses felt, but it sure made everyone chuckle at their horses' confusion. How to make new friends, the Yukon way.

A quick brush and tacking up was what Yukon needed, the pearl stallion was sad to leave his new friends, but work is work, maybe they'll be put together and play later?! Just the thought was enough to excite him, by the time the pair reached the cross-ties, the stallion was practically bouncing with every step. Arcturus made a mental note to warm him up more later on.

Bringing him to the camp was the best choice he'd ever made, both of them would definitely have to get to know their teammates better later. So much things to learn and see! For now, there's a trial to complete!

(833 words)

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Abe © Drasayer

Fame © Acetoma

Rest of the beans, art and lit © EdaArtz
No refs used for pose, background inspiration provided by host

Description

Trial 1 - Dressage

Horse: DHEC Golden Lion of Rivia

Rider: Arcturus Weylin

Team: Fuchsia Falcons

~~*~~

I'm happy that I made it, March had been tiring

Hopefully a nice story can be formed sometime soon :'D for nowww just *shoves art in your feed*

I'm tRyiNg vEry hArd pLs

~~*~~

Arcturus had to pick and decide between two of his favourite horses to bring to Camp Nightmare, Yukon or Sacre. 'It might've been a simple choice if he wasn't so indecisive', he would scold himself. Yukon, a Traaker stallion who behaves like a giant golden retriever puppy; or Sacre, a spicy warlander mare who is the physical embodiment of "Nightmare" (not, she IS a good mare, but it has been a long running gag among the staff).

"Maaaaybe Yukon? Get him a liiiittle more used to arena crowds without getting too excited," Morrigan would nudge him and say, while scouring over the online site for the camp. He shook his head and let out a long sigh. It's easy for her to say, without any doubt Alche behaved better compared to Yukon in training. He frowned, Morrigan noticed his hesitation and concern.

"It will be worth it in the long run? Yukon is young, trained yes, but inexperienced; Sacre is more experienced indeed, and haha, most likely to leave a lasting impression," Morrigan paused to check if Arcturus was still paying attention, satisfied with his annoyed expression, she continued, "Juuuust my opinion, it would benefit both of you. Plus you can think of it as... riding camp vacation."

He could tell Morrigan was excited for the camp, he was tempted to suggest that she joined in his stead, but... he wanted to go, he had yearned to join a riding camp for a while, and now, here's his chance. Maybe he could meet new people, make new friends, exchange training tips... sooner or later, he let his imagination run wild about the camp. He leaned back on the chair, kicking his feet up on the desk, nearly hitting a mug filled with water (Morrigan scrambled to save it from falling over), and chuckled, "I'll think about it, I've always wanted to go to Japan during the spring, you know thaaaaat. Won't miss it for the world! So... what's for lunch?"

"Good to hear," Morrigan muttered, "If you don't mind, dirty boots off my desk, butthead. Only THEN, we'll talk about lunch."

Arcturus's first thoughts upon arriving in Japan a day before camp was a mix of "Oh my gosh, this place is gorgeous", "Better than expected!!" and "I cannot wait to take a nap". The flight was... eventful, turbelent ahoy! Not to mention it was an evening flight which dragged on into the night. 7 hours of being in an airbourne sardine can was not the worst, he had went to Denmark with Sacre , and that was better than whatever this flight was. He had no problems with flying, the problem however, was the jetlag that followed very soon after landing. He met up with the trailer driver and greeted him with a friendly wave. A snort echoed in the trailer, looking for familiar faces and scents.

The old driver laughed, in heavily accented English, he said, "Your horse is very excited, is this his first time travelling?"

They chatted the whole way to the camp, sharing stories of high spirited horses and night flights.

It should be a couple days for Arcturus to get used to the new surroundings. First thing he did was check the team roster list, PINK FALCONS! Or more accurately, FUCHSIA FALCONS! Is this destiny? Pink cherry blossoms around the place, seems like the place was exactly welcoming the team. He brushed off the thought as soon as it surfaced, do not grow an ego right now. He decided to ponder the question of, how to mail a falcon from Malaysia to Japan real quick?

The golden stallion by his side took interest in eeeeeverything, he whinnied at everyone who walked past, a stallion's greeting perhaps? He seemed to have a growing interest at his horsey friends. He loves bonking and sniffing the others, delivering soft headbutts. One horse in particular was as thrilled as Yukon, a majestic grey stallion, who happens to be in the same team. The two horses sized each other up, much to... some people's surprise, they just kinda vibe. Another was a black Selle stallion, who appeared uninterested in Yukon's continuous antics and snorted irritably, leaving Yukon slightly disappointed. Arcturus is unsure how the other horses felt, but it sure made everyone chuckle at their horses' confusion. How to make new friends, the Yukon way.

A quick brush and tacking up was what Yukon needed, the pearl stallion was sad to leave his new friends, but work is work, maybe they'll be put together and play later?! Just the thought was enough to excite him, by the time the pair reached the cross-ties, the stallion was practically bouncing with every step. Arcturus made a mental note to warm him up more later on.

Bringing him to the camp was the best choice he'd ever made, both of them would definitely have to get to know their teammates better later. So much things to learn and see! For now, there's a trial to complete!

(833 words)

~~*~~

Abe © Drasayer

Fame © Acetoma

Rest of the beans, art and lit © EdaArtz
No refs used for pose, background inspiration provided by host