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Post by Will O'Connor on Sept 20, 2008 13:53:08 GMT -5
The whip sang through the air at every twitch of his hand, seemingly with no effect. The bad tempered mare that was charging around the arena, had apparently had enough and was bucking and rearing furiously, threatening to run him down if she could. Will let the whip lay flatin the dirt, a little trick he had picked up. She stopped in a dead square and starred him in the eye. "Come on then." he teased. This was a regular pat of Will's life and strangely it didn't effect his bond with the mare at all. She pawed the ground and threw her head back. Whilst in a full height rear she bounded forward like a young hound, to get a face full of the trap that was made for her as he flicked the whip up at her. The confused mare reared again in suprise and turned back to the outside of the ring.
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