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Vet Inspection picture for CSS Adalrik at *Rosenhill 's Horse Days .
Riki's strong white hoof scraped across the flooring in the wash rack at Rosenhill as he pawed impatiently. Desmond paused from brushing and smacked the stallion's foreleg, verbally reprimanding him for the behavior before returning to grooming. He brushed forcefully, flicking the nonexistent dust in Riki's glistening coat off. A well-established frown made itself comfortable on his face as he focused on the white tobiano markings dripping down from Riki's withers like an icicle.
"Shouldn't he be tacked up?"
Desmond jumped at the nearness of the voice and dropped the hard brush which clattered hollowly on the floor. Vivian scooped it up and offered it back to the scot who stared at it blankly. He glanced up at Vivian after a minute, looking confused.
"What'd you say?" he asked slowly.
"Tack. Riki. Why isn't it on him already?" Vivian repeated with an amused smirk.
"Oh, yes. Um. Sorry," Desmond apologized, stooping as he lurched under the cross tie and into the aisle of the barn. He grabbed the saddle off of the rack outside of the stall and brought it back into the wash rack and laid it on Riki's broad back.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Vi chuckled, crossing her arms across her chest. Desmond let go of the saddle and stared at the stallion for a moment before slapping his palm against his forehead and cursing under his breath.
"Saddle pads are pretty essential," Vivian added from the sidelines as Desmond pulled the saddle off of Riki's back. "Here, why don't I do this..." she suggested, slipping her arms under the saddle and clasping her hands together. "...while you do that." She motioned with her head towards a black garment bag hanging on the stall door. Desmond paused for a moment with his arms also wrapped under the saddle and glanced at the garment bag.
"What's that?" he asked tentatively.
"Your show-clothes," Vivian replied innocently, tugging the saddle from Desmond's grip. "Go and get dressed." The scot walked slowly towards the garment bag and unzipped the front of it slowly. About half way down the bag he stopped and turned to Vivian.
"Oh hell no," he stated emphatically.
"Oh hell yes," Vivian laughed, lifting a saddle pad from a plastic bag. Desmond's eyes widened as he saw the color of the pad.
"What the-" he trailed off as Vivian dumped the contents of the bag onto the top of the tack trunk.
"Absolutely not," he chuckled, shaking his head firmly. "I will not."
"Oh yes, you will," Vivian giggled. Desmond turned back to the garment bag in silence, his face pale. Vivian glanced down at her watch and then up at Desmond.
"You need to go and get dressed like right now. Riki is up for inspection in less than 3 minutes," she blurted out. "Go, now!" Desmond scowled deeply at her and then snatched the garment bag off of the stall and stalked down the barn aisle briskly. Vivian grabbed a white pad and used it to tack Riki up, not wanting to ruin the surprise for the team jumping.

Vivian grabbed a helmet and tugged it on as she lead Riki past the stall and down the aisle towards the indoor arena where the vet was inspecting horses. Vivian practically dragged the stallion into the arena and up to the vet who began the routine check-up. Her mind was a million other places as the vet circled the stallion, poking and prodding and listening. Vivian was preoccupied with thoughts about Desmond's future and her own at Grand Finale. She thought about her sister's rage, and her own place in the whole sitation. She wondered if telling Cecilia the whole story about the accident would better Desmond's situation or worsen it. She was so preoccupied that she didn't hear the vet ask her Riki's weight. He repeated himself 3 times before prodding Vivian in the shoulder and repeating the question. Vivian quickly replied, "1300lbs." The vet paused and glanced up at her and then at Riki. he jabbed his pen against Riki's well-rounded side and raised an eyebrow.
"You sure?" he asked skeptically.
"Yes, sir," Vivian replied with a firm nod. The vet shrugged and wrote three bold letters on the line for weight: F A T.

When the vet had finished the inspection and passed Riki off as in good health and ready to compete, Vivian turned and began leading him out of the arena. It was in that moment when her mind was more calm and her thoughts more collected that it hit her quite suddenly. She looked down at the lead rope in her hands which suddenly felt hot and then glanced up at Riki's who's attention was currently being held by a passing gelding. She was leading Riki. Vivian tensed at the realization and felt her heart rate increase. Every passing horses suddenly became a threat and even Riki seemed more alert and unpredictable. Vivian's change obviously caught the attention of the stallion who also tensed. His black nostrils flared as he snorted and surged forward to prance even with Vivian's suddenly faster pace. Vivian yanked on the lead, horrified to realize it had no chain, and tried to bring Riki down from the prancing gait. The stallion tossed his head, bracing against the jerk and leaped forward, dragging on Vivian's arm. His entire body swung around until he was facing a very startled and scared Vivian. His body trembled and his ears flicked back and forth nervously as Vivian gripped the rope with white knuckles.
"Let's just... get back to the barn," Vivian breathed shakily, staring into Riki's bright chocolatey eyes. The stallion snorted loudly, the air passing noisily through his constricted airways as he looked down at his terrified handler. Vivian tried to lead him sideways, but he stood firmly, resisting against her. After a minute of trying to lead the stallion off, Vivian sighed and glared up at him, nearly on the brink of tears.
"Why can't you just go back to the normal Riki?" she asked the stallion, daring to released the lead rope with her left hand and reaching out to lay a hand on his upright neck. Riki jumped at her touch and lowered his head quickly, shoving her backwards with his nose. Normally, Vivian would have laughed and shoved him right back, but the image of this new and powerful Riki scared her, and she pulled back. She gripped the lead with both hands and stared at the stallion who's head was now on her level. He blinked at her harmlessly, seeking some sort of understanding. Her fear made him nervous.

Riki slowly extended his nose towards Vivian, his nostrils flared and his eyes showing white in the corners as he peered at her nervously. She didn't move, watching Riki's tense body lean forward as he reached out towards her. Riki chest narrowed as he breathed out slowly, the warm breath brushing against Vivian's wrist. The warm air tickled the back of her hand, and Vivian watched as Riki laid his top lip on her arm. He wiggled it, as if he were grooming her. Vivian locked eyes with the stallion as he played on her arm. She felt herself relaxing a little bit. She smiled as Riki looked up at her, but suddenly drew back from the stallion as his big, pink tongue rubbed across her hand.
"Disgusting, Riki!" she said in mock disgust as she wiped her hand on her pants. "Nasty, dude. Just nasty." Riki snorted and licked his black lips as Vivian looked up at him once again. "Riki, I'll be ok if you're ok. Just.. relax. Right?" She reach out and laid her hand on his muzzle and Riki promptly proceeded to lick her. She drew back with a laugh. "You're spoiling the seriousness of this moment." The stallion ignored her and looked over his shoulder at a mare as she headed into the arena for her inspection. Vivian wiggled the lead rope to get Riki's attention back. He glanced at her stubbornly as if to ask what in the world was so important that he couldn't talk to the ladies. Vivian turned his big head towards the barn and took a step towards it, leaving slack in the lead rope. Riki sighed and willingly followed her, but not before tossing one last fleeting glance at the mare.
I'm hoping Riki and Vivian have established some sort of understanding. ^^

It is forbidden to copy, download, transmit, distribute, display, reproduce, sell, heavily reference, claim, trace, reuse, license or anything else, without written permition of the respective owner. All rights are reserved!

ALL ARTWORK, CSS Adalrik , Vivian, Desmond, and Cecilia are COPYRIGHT under LAW to ME, =walktrotcanter7

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Vet Inspection picture for CSS Adalrik at *Rosenhill 's Horse Days .
Riki's strong white hoof scraped across the flooring in the wash rack at Rosenhill as he pawed impatiently. Desmond paused from brushing and smacked the stallion's foreleg, verbally reprimanding him for the behavior before returning to grooming. He brushed forcefully, flicking the nonexistent dust in Riki's glistening coat off. A well-established frown made itself comfortable on his face as he focused on the white tobiano markings dripping down from Riki's withers like an icicle.
"Shouldn't he be tacked up?"
Desmond jumped at the nearness of the voice and dropped the hard brush which clattered hollowly on the floor. Vivian scooped it up and offered it back to the scot who stared at it blankly. He glanced up at Vivian after a minute, looking confused.
"What'd you say?" he asked slowly.
"Tack. Riki. Why isn't it on him already?" Vivian repeated with an amused smirk.
"Oh, yes. Um. Sorry," Desmond apologized, stooping as he lurched under the cross tie and into the aisle of the barn. He grabbed the saddle off of the rack outside of the stall and brought it back into the wash rack and laid it on Riki's broad back.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Vi chuckled, crossing her arms across her chest. Desmond let go of the saddle and stared at the stallion for a moment before slapping his palm against his forehead and cursing under his breath.
"Saddle pads are pretty essential," Vivian added from the sidelines as Desmond pulled the saddle off of Riki's back. "Here, why don't I do this..." she suggested, slipping her arms under the saddle and clasping her hands together. "...while you do that." She motioned with her head towards a black garment bag hanging on the stall door. Desmond paused for a moment with his arms also wrapped under the saddle and glanced at the garment bag.
"What's that?" he asked tentatively.
"Your show-clothes," Vivian replied innocently, tugging the saddle from Desmond's grip. "Go and get dressed." The scot walked slowly towards the garment bag and unzipped the front of it slowly. About half way down the bag he stopped and turned to Vivian.
"Oh hell no," he stated emphatically.
"Oh hell yes," Vivian laughed, lifting a saddle pad from a plastic bag. Desmond's eyes widened as he saw the color of the pad.
"What the-" he trailed off as Vivian dumped the contents of the bag onto the top of the tack trunk.
"Absolutely not," he chuckled, shaking his head firmly. "I will not."
"Oh yes, you will," Vivian giggled. Desmond turned back to the garment bag in silence, his face pale. Vivian glanced down at her watch and then up at Desmond.
"You need to go and get dressed like right now. Riki is up for inspection in less than 3 minutes," she blurted out. "Go, now!" Desmond scowled deeply at her and then snatched the garment bag off of the stall and stalked down the barn aisle briskly. Vivian grabbed a white pad and used it to tack Riki up, not wanting to ruin the surprise for the team jumping.

Vivian grabbed a helmet and tugged it on as she lead Riki past the stall and down the aisle towards the indoor arena where the vet was inspecting horses. Vivian practically dragged the stallion into the arena and up to the vet who began the routine check-up. Her mind was a million other places as the vet circled the stallion, poking and prodding and listening. Vivian was preoccupied with thoughts about Desmond's future and her own at Grand Finale. She thought about her sister's rage, and her own place in the whole sitation. She wondered if telling Cecilia the whole story about the accident would better Desmond's situation or worsen it. She was so preoccupied that she didn't hear the vet ask her Riki's weight. He repeated himself 3 times before prodding Vivian in the shoulder and repeating the question. Vivian quickly replied, "1300lbs." The vet paused and glanced up at her and then at Riki. he jabbed his pen against Riki's well-rounded side and raised an eyebrow.
"You sure?" he asked skeptically.
"Yes, sir," Vivian replied with a firm nod. The vet shrugged and wrote three bold letters on the line for weight: F A T.

When the vet had finished the inspection and passed Riki off as in good health and ready to compete, Vivian turned and began leading him out of the arena. It was in that moment when her mind was more calm and her thoughts more collected that it hit her quite suddenly. She looked down at the lead rope in her hands which suddenly felt hot and then glanced up at Riki's who's attention was currently being held by a passing gelding. She was leading Riki. Vivian tensed at the realization and felt her heart rate increase. Every passing horses suddenly became a threat and even Riki seemed more alert and unpredictable. Vivian's change obviously caught the attention of the stallion who also tensed. His black nostrils flared as he snorted and surged forward to prance even with Vivian's suddenly faster pace. Vivian yanked on the lead, horrified to realize it had no chain, and tried to bring Riki down from the prancing gait. The stallion tossed his head, bracing against the jerk and leaped forward, dragging on Vivian's arm. His entire body swung around until he was facing a very startled and scared Vivian. His body trembled and his ears flicked back and forth nervously as Vivian gripped the rope with white knuckles.
"Let's just... get back to the barn," Vivian breathed shakily, staring into Riki's bright chocolatey eyes. The stallion snorted loudly, the air passing noisily through his constricted airways as he looked down at his terrified handler. Vivian tried to lead him sideways, but he stood firmly, resisting against her. After a minute of trying to lead the stallion off, Vivian sighed and glared up at him, nearly on the brink of tears.
"Why can't you just go back to the normal Riki?" she asked the stallion, daring to released the lead rope with her left hand and reaching out to lay a hand on his upright neck. Riki jumped at her touch and lowered his head quickly, shoving her backwards with his nose. Normally, Vivian would have laughed and shoved him right back, but the image of this new and powerful Riki scared her, and she pulled back. She gripped the lead with both hands and stared at the stallion who's head was now on her level. He blinked at her harmlessly, seeking some sort of understanding. Her fear made him nervous.

Riki slowly extended his nose towards Vivian, his nostrils flared and his eyes showing white in the corners as he peered at her nervously. She didn't move, watching Riki's tense body lean forward as he reached out towards her. Riki chest narrowed as he breathed out slowly, the warm breath brushing against Vivian's wrist. The warm air tickled the back of her hand, and Vivian watched as Riki laid his top lip on her arm. He wiggled it, as if he were grooming her. Vivian locked eyes with the stallion as he played on her arm. She felt herself relaxing a little bit. She smiled as Riki looked up at her, but suddenly drew back from the stallion as his big, pink tongue rubbed across her hand.
"Disgusting, Riki!" she said in mock disgust as she wiped her hand on her pants. "Nasty, dude. Just nasty." Riki snorted and licked his black lips as Vivian looked up at him once again. "Riki, I'll be ok if you're ok. Just.. relax. Right?" She reach out and laid her hand on his muzzle and Riki promptly proceeded to lick her. She drew back with a laugh. "You're spoiling the seriousness of this moment." The stallion ignored her and looked over his shoulder at a mare as she headed into the arena for her inspection. Vivian wiggled the lead rope to get Riki's attention back. He glanced at her stubbornly as if to ask what in the world was so important that he couldn't talk to the ladies. Vivian turned his big head towards the barn and took a step towards it, leaving slack in the lead rope. Riki sighed and willingly followed her, but not before tossing one last fleeting glance at the mare.
I'm hoping Riki and Vivian have established some sort of understanding. ^^

It is forbidden to copy, download, transmit, distribute, display, reproduce, sell, heavily reference, claim, trace, reuse, license or anything else, without written permition of the respective owner. All rights are reserved!

ALL ARTWORK, CSS Adalrik , Vivian, Desmond, and Cecilia are COPYRIGHT under LAW to ME, =walktrotcanter7