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How could Lucas have possibly known that today was not going to bode well for him?
The trip had been a delight, in many ways it was a much needed escape from... everything at home; but he had quickly realized after his performance in Lindholm that he had allowed himself to get rusty at the sport, and in the same way, failed to keep Rouge on top of her game as well. It was aggravating in many ways that he was ashamed of, and he hated that he had allowed himself to fall so out of tune with something he knew he was extremely passionate about. He knew his trainer back home in France would be furious if she saw his performance too.

Despite acknowledging this, despite being aware of what he and Rouge needed to work on leading up to their advance on this course, he still allowed himself to believe that everything would go off without a hitch. Blind optimism did him few favors, especially in the heat of the moment when the unexpected catches him off guard and sends his heart plummeting into his stomach.

Over the strangely shapen ash tree, he could feel Rouge taking a few too many strides under him leading up to the jump, and before he could compensate for the change, she was airborne. Swallowing adrenaline back down into his stomach, Lucas took hold of the reins and let the current take him with her.

The mare landed hard on the other side, but as her hooves met the green earth again her head flew back and nearly met Lucas' nose. Though he may have been out of shape for the sport, his reflexes were still muscle-bound and he was able to narrowly dodge his mounts excited gesture; at the expense of his own teeth falling hard on his lower lip.

Shit -- with a wince, a scowl found Lucas' face as the taste of iron coated his mouth. The foul taste playing as a fair reminder to keep an eye on Rouge's pace through the remainder of the course.

Coming up on the end of the course, Lucas steers Rouge to the side and carefully lifts gloved fingers to his lip, finding the touch aching, and as he withdrew again, he noted the red blotches on the tips of his finger tips. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, the man shook his head and leaned over to give Rouge a fond pat on the neck, "That'll show us, huh?" he said, the mare looking over her shoulder at him in acknowledgement before moving forward again at his request.

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Rider name: Lucas Erion

Rider age: 23

Horse name: Rouge

Horse age: 7

Horse breed: Oldenburg

Country: France / United States of America
Class/level: Advanced

Entering the lineage horse raffle: Yeah! Sure

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ERRRR RIght in the nick of time
Im gonna finish rendering this and post the final-final on my main account ( Ovacalix ) cus I was having too good of a time with it!

Description

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How could Lucas have possibly known that today was not going to bode well for him?
The trip had been a delight, in many ways it was a much needed escape from... everything at home; but he had quickly realized after his performance in Lindholm that he had allowed himself to get rusty at the sport, and in the same way, failed to keep Rouge on top of her game as well. It was aggravating in many ways that he was ashamed of, and he hated that he had allowed himself to fall so out of tune with something he knew he was extremely passionate about. He knew his trainer back home in France would be furious if she saw his performance too.

Despite acknowledging this, despite being aware of what he and Rouge needed to work on leading up to their advance on this course, he still allowed himself to believe that everything would go off without a hitch. Blind optimism did him few favors, especially in the heat of the moment when the unexpected catches him off guard and sends his heart plummeting into his stomach.

Over the strangely shapen ash tree, he could feel Rouge taking a few too many strides under him leading up to the jump, and before he could compensate for the change, she was airborne. Swallowing adrenaline back down into his stomach, Lucas took hold of the reins and let the current take him with her.

The mare landed hard on the other side, but as her hooves met the green earth again her head flew back and nearly met Lucas' nose. Though he may have been out of shape for the sport, his reflexes were still muscle-bound and he was able to narrowly dodge his mounts excited gesture; at the expense of his own teeth falling hard on his lower lip.

Shit -- with a wince, a scowl found Lucas' face as the taste of iron coated his mouth. The foul taste playing as a fair reminder to keep an eye on Rouge's pace through the remainder of the course.

Coming up on the end of the course, Lucas steers Rouge to the side and carefully lifts gloved fingers to his lip, finding the touch aching, and as he withdrew again, he noted the red blotches on the tips of his finger tips. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, the man shook his head and leaned over to give Rouge a fond pat on the neck, "That'll show us, huh?" he said, the mare looking over her shoulder at him in acknowledgement before moving forward again at his request.

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Rider name: Lucas Erion

Rider age: 23

Horse name: Rouge

Horse age: 7

Horse breed: Oldenburg

Country: France / United States of America
Class/level: Advanced

Entering the lineage horse raffle: Yeah! Sure

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ERRRR RIght in the nick of time
Im gonna finish rendering this and post the final-final on my main account ( Ovacalix ) cus I was having too good of a time with it!