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Horses Reference: Errol

Proof of Registration: comments.deviantart.com/1/3559…

Class Entering: Clancy's Ride

Bonus Image: Sunset Ride

Show Advertisement: Australian Warmblood Trials - ADVERTISEMENT!

Show Sponsorship: Y

Bonuses: Story, bonus image, depicting a volunteer course clerk & jump, depicting a farm animal, donating a prize, advertising the show, branded merch

Also Featuring: Sarah & KhC Stryp Club

Own stock used: Badminton 2011

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Pffffff this was the first of the images I started, and I'm so happyyyy it came out as well as it did x.x I think it needs more background details, especially in the empty right hand corners, but I know for next time to plan that out better. I'm so sorry Errol, you'll be clean again soon ;_;

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Jason was right, a storm had been brewing. It had been clammy and humid all day, and the horizon was black as night. Deep thundering rumbles had been threatening rain all day, and the clouds were hanging low over KhanCohban’s hills. Angel had been watching the Clancy’s riders at the top of The Run, not far from their camp.

She was waiting at the second to last fences, a pair of low logs just before the home stretch. The horses coming by were lathered, blowing and collected. Word was a fair few had pulled out even before the 10km checkpoint, but she hadn’t heard Errol and Jason’s name.

She’d taken the stockman up on his offer to ride Errol in the endurance test, despite her best instincts. Errol was not trained for endurance - he was a light and delicate animal - but after the inspection judges’ comments on the matter, she was determined for him to show he was just as hardy as any other Australian Warmblood, even if it meant getting a little sweaty under the girth.

The next rider was coming out of the Honeysuckle paddock, and Angel only spared a glance for the haggard looking bay. Errol couldn’t be far behind the poor bedraggled animal, she was pretty sure Jason had set off after the chestnut who’d passed by last.

The bay came hopping over the first log, spittle flying and splattering on his already sodden chest. He grunted on landing, and Angel’s gaze flicked lazily over the rider, who dipped his gaze over his glasses, winked, and lined up for the next log.

“Jason?!” She did a double take at the horse. Her beautiful grey stallion was dipped hoof to belly in mud, she’d mistaken him for a bay he was so disgustingly smothered in dirt. “WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO MY HORSE?!” She shouted after Jason, earning a scowl from the adjudicator at the fence.

Jason simply turned his back and took the fence, raising his hand in a salute as he pushed Errol into a lope for the home stretch.

Description

Horses Reference: Errol

Proof of Registration: comments.deviantart.com/1/3559…

Class Entering: Clancy's Ride

Bonus Image: Sunset Ride

Show Advertisement: Australian Warmblood Trials - ADVERTISEMENT!

Show Sponsorship: Y

Bonuses: Story, bonus image, depicting a volunteer course clerk & jump, depicting a farm animal, donating a prize, advertising the show, branded merch

Also Featuring: Sarah & KhC Stryp Club

Own stock used: Badminton 2011

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Pffffff this was the first of the images I started, and I'm so happyyyy it came out as well as it did x.x I think it needs more background details, especially in the empty right hand corners, but I know for next time to plan that out better. I'm so sorry Errol, you'll be clean again soon ;_;

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Jason was right, a storm had been brewing. It had been clammy and humid all day, and the horizon was black as night. Deep thundering rumbles had been threatening rain all day, and the clouds were hanging low over KhanCohban’s hills. Angel had been watching the Clancy’s riders at the top of The Run, not far from their camp.

She was waiting at the second to last fences, a pair of low logs just before the home stretch. The horses coming by were lathered, blowing and collected. Word was a fair few had pulled out even before the 10km checkpoint, but she hadn’t heard Errol and Jason’s name.

She’d taken the stockman up on his offer to ride Errol in the endurance test, despite her best instincts. Errol was not trained for endurance - he was a light and delicate animal - but after the inspection judges’ comments on the matter, she was determined for him to show he was just as hardy as any other Australian Warmblood, even if it meant getting a little sweaty under the girth.

The next rider was coming out of the Honeysuckle paddock, and Angel only spared a glance for the haggard looking bay. Errol couldn’t be far behind the poor bedraggled animal, she was pretty sure Jason had set off after the chestnut who’d passed by last.

The bay came hopping over the first log, spittle flying and splattering on his already sodden chest. He grunted on landing, and Angel’s gaze flicked lazily over the rider, who dipped his gaze over his glasses, winked, and lined up for the next log.

“Jason?!” She did a double take at the horse. Her beautiful grey stallion was dipped hoof to belly in mud, she’d mistaken him for a bay he was so disgustingly smothered in dirt. “WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO MY HORSE?!” She shouted after Jason, earning a scowl from the adjudicator at the fence.

Jason simply turned his back and took the fence, raising his hand in a salute as he pushed Errol into a lope for the home stretch.