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Featuring Anastasia Raskova & AVR Spirit of Russia

During the Obertaurer Halter class of The Winter Blues

She had always respected Ruslan as a fellow soldier in a war that battered everyone. It had brought the few chuckles and shaking-of-heads from the men thinking she was living out her "silly little horse girl dream" though Ana never bothered to correct them. Her heart thrived in the doubt, soaked up the jealousy as if to add fuel to her flames. And never did he not turn their heads when Ruslan bounded onto the battleground, stunning the German soldiers with his thunderous approach and giving Ana the advantage to shoot them down- one bullet for each.

Watching the way Alix and Alistair interacted in the show ring, a stubborn mix but each willing to bend for a common good was reminding Ana of her old comrade, lost to the Soviet agenda. They had agreed to a sole partnership forged by a need to survive in a world that was not in their favour. She struggled to maintain the moral of her troops and more importantly her community in the ruins of Stalingrad. The warmth was not enough to keep them up when they craved a good meal, and even worse were the times she had to recover from using her powers leaving the people to the wills of the elements. To be only one helping hand among the many that needed the pull up from darkness took a toll on Anastasia. But there was hope in the painted stallion shown in the many huddled people that flocked to his

heavy frame, kids hugging to his legs. Ruslan had looked up at her with a pleading look, begging for help from the awkwardness holding him in a stiff position. Ana called the people to disperse- but chuckled at the confusion in their faces when she smiled, waving them back to freely inspect the new steed she had rode in on. They returned with caution, aware of her following warning to be courteous and give the horse some space.

Just days ago the stallion had been threatened with death for his flashy frame, disliked by other offers when a new crop of horses had been dragged in through conquest. Ana had burst into the group surrounding the animal, pushing the soldiers who had held him back to the crowd and turned to immediately face the gunman with her own weapon.

"He is of NO USE!" The man called as she led the poor horse away, and he continued to hound at her other imperfections in the horse. Others were soon to correct his accusations throughout the day as they came to check in on Ruslan in his safe warm stall, complimenting every single one of his features and bringing much appreciated snacks to his stall door. They had seen it too in his heart. That spirit roaring as loud as a bear when the pistol was aimed at its head. He had thrashed and bucked, put up a fight before he dare let a skinny man in a uniform take his life. It became their joke within the unit and it delighted her that so many people shared adoration for one big lump of a Stallion that could very easily be seen getting his head stuck in a fence to snack on greener grass.

He is the Spirit of Russia- I know it!

NO REFS USED

Description

Featuring Anastasia Raskova & AVR Spirit of Russia

During the Obertaurer Halter class of The Winter Blues

She had always respected Ruslan as a fellow soldier in a war that battered everyone. It had brought the few chuckles and shaking-of-heads from the men thinking she was living out her "silly little horse girl dream" though Ana never bothered to correct them. Her heart thrived in the doubt, soaked up the jealousy as if to add fuel to her flames. And never did he not turn their heads when Ruslan bounded onto the battleground, stunning the German soldiers with his thunderous approach and giving Ana the advantage to shoot them down- one bullet for each.

Watching the way Alix and Alistair interacted in the show ring, a stubborn mix but each willing to bend for a common good was reminding Ana of her old comrade, lost to the Soviet agenda. They had agreed to a sole partnership forged by a need to survive in a world that was not in their favour. She struggled to maintain the moral of her troops and more importantly her community in the ruins of Stalingrad. The warmth was not enough to keep them up when they craved a good meal, and even worse were the times she had to recover from using her powers leaving the people to the wills of the elements. To be only one helping hand among the many that needed the pull up from darkness took a toll on Anastasia. But there was hope in the painted stallion shown in the many huddled people that flocked to his

heavy frame, kids hugging to his legs. Ruslan had looked up at her with a pleading look, begging for help from the awkwardness holding him in a stiff position. Ana called the people to disperse- but chuckled at the confusion in their faces when she smiled, waving them back to freely inspect the new steed she had rode in on. They returned with caution, aware of her following warning to be courteous and give the horse some space.

Just days ago the stallion had been threatened with death for his flashy frame, disliked by other offers when a new crop of horses had been dragged in through conquest. Ana had burst into the group surrounding the animal, pushing the soldiers who had held him back to the crowd and turned to immediately face the gunman with her own weapon.

"He is of NO USE!" The man called as she led the poor horse away, and he continued to hound at her other imperfections in the horse. Others were soon to correct his accusations throughout the day as they came to check in on Ruslan in his safe warm stall, complimenting every single one of his features and bringing much appreciated snacks to his stall door. They had seen it too in his heart. That spirit roaring as loud as a bear when the pistol was aimed at its head. He had thrashed and bucked, put up a fight before he dare let a skinny man in a uniform take his life. It became their joke within the unit and it delighted her that so many people shared adoration for one big lump of a Stallion that could very easily be seen getting his head stuck in a fence to snack on greener grass.

He is the Spirit of Russia- I know it!

NO REFS USED