Wild but catchable. (open)

[celtic]

Abby waltzed through the high wheat stalk's a lasso in her tan hand. The slip not ready to tighted around a horse's neck. She looked to the ground horse dropping's in a small area indicating a herd closeby. She heard somthing behind her and ducked dow hearing a snort she snuck a peek under her arm. I huge bay stallion stood there eyeing her the white's showing. She clenched the rope and waited for the right moment. As she watched him raise his head she decided now's better than never, she stood quikly and tossed the rope. It landed over the stud's head and he ran wildly. She spotted the herd not far from her. Must be a yearling. She though he obviously hadnt learned the golden rule about people. He reared up and lashed out at her Abby went Flying to the ground as everything went blank. She whimpered a faint word that would be the yearling's name if she ever caught him. Fury. She watched as he galloped off and then the rest went blank.

[Kee!]

ARIANNA RILEY;;

Arianna pushed her zebra horse through the wheat stalks, the animals legs pumping at a faster but smoother gait then other horses. Smiling she allowed her paled fingertips to brush against the white brown and black stripped pattern on Passages' back. Riding comfortably with no saddle and only a hackamore to control Passage she watched as she approached a hill terrace, opening up to view out across a bunch of untammed horses grazed upon a small patch of green amongst the yellow. Sighing she jumped off Passages' back and took off the hackamore, allowing the horse to go on to the pack. She understood the mares needs to be a part of some sort of a horse society since she was half of a wild animal herself on the zebra side. Sitting down Ari ran her fingers through her beautifully long and straight brown hair allowing her icy blue eyes to watch the graceful herd.