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Rider name: Nathan Hargrave-Tyrell
Horse name:BTs Black Sails
Class: CSI 4*
Extra linked below in story

Previous experience
City side - 2nd December 2018 Results
In different colours - 2nd Masters CSIO5* - 2018 Results
Untitled - 1st Dalmatia Scored -Results-

Story 904 words

He could barely remember how long it had been they had last been to a show, months. It had to be mid summer at least. Just 8 months ago they were atop of their game, happy nothing could stop them. Until it did. It was funny, just as that Nathans world had turned upside down, ripped away from his family with no way of knowing if he were really going to see them again. 5 months was a long time to be gone when you had a toddler at home. He’d never have forgiven them if he had missed the big milestones… Then again it wasn’t as if he had let them get away with it anyway, revenge was a dish best served cold after all.

A squeal broke him from his thoughts looking about him a little dazed. The sounds of an impatient horse kicking in the back of the truck. Apparently, they had arrived. How long had he let his mind wander? It was becoming a habit of late, one that he wanted to get out of.
It seemed sails knew that was up, the stallion wanting to get moving, antsy from the drive he was always bad on. It always made Nathan laugh when people had the cheek to approach him, tell him it was the horse doing all the work if he were on any other horse he's still been in the little leagues.
People always assumed that grey was easy, point and shoot so to speak. In a way he was, Sails LOVED to jump that was true and he would jump anything you put infant of him but he wasn’t exactly the most predictable. A powerhouse under saddle with a bad habit of growing strong, once locked onto a jump there was little to do to change his mind, something nathan knew all too well after more than a few incidents of mistaking a bounce combination for an over. But overall he was a handful to handle, strong and unwilling to listen once he had something set in his mind.

He cared little for what people thought of him in this community. Sure he had risen through the ranks quickly but much of that came with having an ex-Olympian for a husband and coach that and access to the best facilities it hardly had him starting off in a bad position.

Anyway here he was 5 years on at his first show in eight months and his overexcited stallion prancing along at his side Squealing and prancing trying to catch the attention of every mare in sight. “Shut it horndog” Nathan growled Far from in the mood for this shit. It had been an early start for all of them and Nathan famously wasn’t a morning person

What he hadn’t expected was for there to be quite so many people at the show. he thought it might just be an easy, walk-in compete, walk out kind deal.He should have known, then again there had been nothing stopping them from competing at the lower level, well nothing except Nathans stubbornness and determination to prove they were just as good as when last entered that ring even if slightly rusty. If he could just do that then life could get back to normal again couldn’t it? No matter what he tried since coming home he was still unable to feel completely comfortable. he wanted to be able to get through one day where he didn't worry about Devon and the kids and keeping them from harm. Maybe that showing life would be the perfect distraction. God he needed to pack in the experience he could before HCL that first show looming ever closer as the days passed. That was one event where he couldn't mess up, not with his family watching.

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He was scolding himself for that round, Not sure how they made their way around it in one piece. The gods must have taken pity on him for once. On more than one occasion he thought he was going to come off, hit the ground face first. Maybe this wasn't for him afterall. These past successes simply fluke up until this point. Those people who doubted his skill correct. He was never going to be ready for the league in time, Why had he ever thought about signing up in the first place? Stupid. Stupid idea.

"Hun..."
"Don't even" Hopping down off the horse he thrust the reins into Devons hands and rushed off into the distance ignoring the other calling after him or the slight sting of tears on his eyes that came with that disappointment. He couldn't face that look, that pity and disappointment from the other. He knew he had fucked up, that he was far from up to par.

He just needed to get away, spend some time alone trying to clear his head. Somewhere, somewhere quiet, somewhere out of sight where he could think, try to make sense what happened, what he could do better next. Maybe it was a childish reaction to have to a bad day, It was nothing new. Running from his problems was something Nathan did all too well. His ability to process emotions often reflected on that of a child, and not that of a 'responsible' 28-year-old man. Sometimes he wondered how people managed to stick him, between his this and his impulsiveness. Surely it would drive anyone mad.

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Ref loose skeleton trace on horse - own photograph used can link when back on main pc.

Description
Apologies for the state of this story

Uploading on this account as things will eb moving onto here

Rider name: Nathan Hargrave-Tyrell
Horse name:BTs Black Sails
Class: CSI 4*
Extra linked below in story

Previous experience
City side - 2nd December 2018 Results
In different colours - 2nd Masters CSIO5* - 2018 Results
Untitled - 1st Dalmatia Scored -Results-

Story 904 words

He could barely remember how long it had been they had last been to a show, months. It had to be mid summer at least. Just 8 months ago they were atop of their game, happy nothing could stop them. Until it did. It was funny, just as that Nathans world had turned upside down, ripped away from his family with no way of knowing if he were really going to see them again. 5 months was a long time to be gone when you had a toddler at home. He’d never have forgiven them if he had missed the big milestones… Then again it wasn’t as if he had let them get away with it anyway, revenge was a dish best served cold after all.

A squeal broke him from his thoughts looking about him a little dazed. The sounds of an impatient horse kicking in the back of the truck. Apparently, they had arrived. How long had he let his mind wander? It was becoming a habit of late, one that he wanted to get out of.
It seemed sails knew that was up, the stallion wanting to get moving, antsy from the drive he was always bad on. It always made Nathan laugh when people had the cheek to approach him, tell him it was the horse doing all the work if he were on any other horse he's still been in the little leagues.
People always assumed that grey was easy, point and shoot so to speak. In a way he was, Sails LOVED to jump that was true and he would jump anything you put infant of him but he wasn’t exactly the most predictable. A powerhouse under saddle with a bad habit of growing strong, once locked onto a jump there was little to do to change his mind, something nathan knew all too well after more than a few incidents of mistaking a bounce combination for an over. But overall he was a handful to handle, strong and unwilling to listen once he had something set in his mind.

He cared little for what people thought of him in this community. Sure he had risen through the ranks quickly but much of that came with having an ex-Olympian for a husband and coach that and access to the best facilities it hardly had him starting off in a bad position.

Anyway here he was 5 years on at his first show in eight months and his overexcited stallion prancing along at his side Squealing and prancing trying to catch the attention of every mare in sight. “Shut it horndog” Nathan growled Far from in the mood for this shit. It had been an early start for all of them and Nathan famously wasn’t a morning person

What he hadn’t expected was for there to be quite so many people at the show. he thought it might just be an easy, walk-in compete, walk out kind deal.He should have known, then again there had been nothing stopping them from competing at the lower level, well nothing except Nathans stubbornness and determination to prove they were just as good as when last entered that ring even if slightly rusty. If he could just do that then life could get back to normal again couldn’t it? No matter what he tried since coming home he was still unable to feel completely comfortable. he wanted to be able to get through one day where he didn't worry about Devon and the kids and keeping them from harm. Maybe that showing life would be the perfect distraction. God he needed to pack in the experience he could before HCL that first show looming ever closer as the days passed. That was one event where he couldn't mess up, not with his family watching.

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Extra image & middle bit of story

------------

He was scolding himself for that round, Not sure how they made their way around it in one piece. The gods must have taken pity on him for once. On more than one occasion he thought he was going to come off, hit the ground face first. Maybe this wasn't for him afterall. These past successes simply fluke up until this point. Those people who doubted his skill correct. He was never going to be ready for the league in time, Why had he ever thought about signing up in the first place? Stupid. Stupid idea.

"Hun..."
"Don't even" Hopping down off the horse he thrust the reins into Devons hands and rushed off into the distance ignoring the other calling after him or the slight sting of tears on his eyes that came with that disappointment. He couldn't face that look, that pity and disappointment from the other. He knew he had fucked up, that he was far from up to par.

He just needed to get away, spend some time alone trying to clear his head. Somewhere, somewhere quiet, somewhere out of sight where he could think, try to make sense what happened, what he could do better next. Maybe it was a childish reaction to have to a bad day, It was nothing new. Running from his problems was something Nathan did all too well. His ability to process emotions often reflected on that of a child, and not that of a 'responsible' 28-year-old man. Sometimes he wondered how people managed to stick him, between his this and his impulsiveness. Surely it would drive anyone mad.

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Ref loose skeleton trace on horse - own photograph used can link when back on main pc.