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Why are people so hard to draw!? LOL Leo totally looks manic Like, seriously, he had WAY too much coffee before doing this And that's considering I am almost convinced I spent nearly as much time on him alone than in, like, the whole of the rest of the picture In the meantime, Ammonite looks pretty awesome I think! Though the shading semi-disappeared with her colors, bummer - need to find some other way to do that Can you tell? Each jump pose is supposed to be a mini-waterfall going into a base at the bottom

Music: www.youtube.com/watch?v=oS6y9v… Dare (La La La) by Shakira

Story:

Crunch!

               There was a loud, tell-tale yelp, and then the familiar whine. “Leeeeeee-ooooooo. Ammy bit me again!”

               Leo raised his eyebrows and stared at his much younger, black-headed brother incredulously. “Where?”

               Zenith gulped. “My butt.”

               Leo laughed. “That’s because you always keep treats in your back pocket!”

               “She needs to learn to keep her teeth to herself,” Zenith frowned, crossing his arms in front of his chest and glowering at the mare, who had a smug look on her face and a bit of Zenith’s jeans clamps tightly between her teeth. Suddenly she began to contentedly chew.

               Leo snatched the fabric away from her much to her disappointment. “You are a horse, not a goat – you can’t eat everything that fits in your mouth!”

               She seemed unfazed by his scolding and snaked her head down towards his pockets. He dodged away, an ungraceful movement somewhere between bad dancing and lobster-in-your-pants.

               A loud noise made them all raise their heads. It was the announcer calling them to start. They needed to be out in the field to begin the competition.

               New shoes. Shined up coat. Brushed mane and tail. Flags and cars and other horses and chatty people. The smell of those disgusting hotdog things people liked to eat. Ammonite was drinking it all in. She figured this was all normal for a show, except for one thing – no tack. Where was her tack? Why didn’t she have it on?

               Leo got a leg up from Zenith and got on her back.

               “You’re going to kill yourself riding this horse, you know that, right?” Zenith raised his eyebrows, black and stark comparison to his ivory white skin.

               But Leo grinned and patted the tabby mare’s neck. “Hardly. She has a lot of personality, yes, but I can keep her in line. She’s doing great with her training.”

               Still, Zenith now raised one eyebrow, unconvinced.

               Suddenly they were called to go out.

               Zenith slid the halter from Ammonite’s head. She pawed the ground excitedly.

               “See you,” Leo grinned as he rode off.

               “At your funeral!” Zenith called after him.

               Leo ignored him and patted Ammonite one more time. “You won’t hurt me…” he said, and then noticed the fiery glint in her eye. “…much,” he added with a laugh.

               She wanted to break into a gallop and race across the field, because her heart already was. She’d been going through training boot-camp enough, but this was different. There was an air of excitement that never accompanied the dull monotony of training. Today, she was going to perform.

               Starter’s signal was called. And the rolling grassy arena was her kingdom to dominate. Swerving, twisting, climbing, and leaping, she moved with the grace of a ballerina and the determination of an Olympian. She could barely hear the crowd over the wind in her ears, screaming at her she wasn’t going fast enough. She wouldn’t be going fast enough until her hooves lifted off the ground and she was flying. Then, and only then, would she be satisfied.

               She moved through the course with expert precision, hearing the burst of applause every time she cleared a jump, and all flawlessly, with nothing but the subtle cues of her rider to control her. Yet she did it. Slight pressure from his leg on her side, she turned away from it. She had it all memorized, burned into her very core.

               His fingers were intertwined with the coarse hairs of her dark chocolate mane. His younger brother’s not-so-encouraging words rang in his ears. You’re going to kill yourself on that horse…

               No. He was going to do it, and he was going to do it successfully. They came upon the final jump, and whoosh, they were over, leaving the small waterfalls in the post behind them, their gentle trickle quickly becoming a memory as they galloped away.

               He pumped his fist in the air in victory, then threw himself down upon her neck, wrapping his arms around her and giving her a great big hug.

               Personally, she could have lived without the mushy stuff. But when she was led away from the arena she got a huge lick treat. THIS she was ok with *lick* *lick* *lick*

Note on the title: "léim" - It's an Irish word for "Jump"
Horse: 8337 Ammonite fav.me/d7flfez
Rider: Leo Crowe
Show: Bareback Show Jumping Grand Prix held by BRls-love-is-MY-Live (info on her front page/entries here: fav.me/d7jeal8)
Time: 4 hours...almost totally straight...
Tools: Photoshop Elements CS-too-old-for-its-own-good/Wacom Intuos Tablet
Resources: Reference: (Reffed for drawing, not traced ^^) fav.me/d3jnwp2 by Kennelwood-Stock

Description
Why are people so hard to draw!? LOL Leo totally looks manic Like, seriously, he had WAY too much coffee before doing this And that's considering I am almost convinced I spent nearly as much time on him alone than in, like, the whole of the rest of the picture In the meantime, Ammonite looks pretty awesome I think! Though the shading semi-disappeared with her colors, bummer - need to find some other way to do that Can you tell? Each jump pose is supposed to be a mini-waterfall going into a base at the bottom

Music: www.youtube.com/watch?v=oS6y9v… Dare (La La La) by Shakira

Story:

Crunch!

               There was a loud, tell-tale yelp, and then the familiar whine. “Leeeeeee-ooooooo. Ammy bit me again!”

               Leo raised his eyebrows and stared at his much younger, black-headed brother incredulously. “Where?”

               Zenith gulped. “My butt.”

               Leo laughed. “That’s because you always keep treats in your back pocket!”

               “She needs to learn to keep her teeth to herself,” Zenith frowned, crossing his arms in front of his chest and glowering at the mare, who had a smug look on her face and a bit of Zenith’s jeans clamps tightly between her teeth. Suddenly she began to contentedly chew.

               Leo snatched the fabric away from her much to her disappointment. “You are a horse, not a goat – you can’t eat everything that fits in your mouth!”

               She seemed unfazed by his scolding and snaked her head down towards his pockets. He dodged away, an ungraceful movement somewhere between bad dancing and lobster-in-your-pants.

               A loud noise made them all raise their heads. It was the announcer calling them to start. They needed to be out in the field to begin the competition.

               New shoes. Shined up coat. Brushed mane and tail. Flags and cars and other horses and chatty people. The smell of those disgusting hotdog things people liked to eat. Ammonite was drinking it all in. She figured this was all normal for a show, except for one thing – no tack. Where was her tack? Why didn’t she have it on?

               Leo got a leg up from Zenith and got on her back.

               “You’re going to kill yourself riding this horse, you know that, right?” Zenith raised his eyebrows, black and stark comparison to his ivory white skin.

               But Leo grinned and patted the tabby mare’s neck. “Hardly. She has a lot of personality, yes, but I can keep her in line. She’s doing great with her training.”

               Still, Zenith now raised one eyebrow, unconvinced.

               Suddenly they were called to go out.

               Zenith slid the halter from Ammonite’s head. She pawed the ground excitedly.

               “See you,” Leo grinned as he rode off.

               “At your funeral!” Zenith called after him.

               Leo ignored him and patted Ammonite one more time. “You won’t hurt me…” he said, and then noticed the fiery glint in her eye. “…much,” he added with a laugh.

               She wanted to break into a gallop and race across the field, because her heart already was. She’d been going through training boot-camp enough, but this was different. There was an air of excitement that never accompanied the dull monotony of training. Today, she was going to perform.

               Starter’s signal was called. And the rolling grassy arena was her kingdom to dominate. Swerving, twisting, climbing, and leaping, she moved with the grace of a ballerina and the determination of an Olympian. She could barely hear the crowd over the wind in her ears, screaming at her she wasn’t going fast enough. She wouldn’t be going fast enough until her hooves lifted off the ground and she was flying. Then, and only then, would she be satisfied.

               She moved through the course with expert precision, hearing the burst of applause every time she cleared a jump, and all flawlessly, with nothing but the subtle cues of her rider to control her. Yet she did it. Slight pressure from his leg on her side, she turned away from it. She had it all memorized, burned into her very core.

               His fingers were intertwined with the coarse hairs of her dark chocolate mane. His younger brother’s not-so-encouraging words rang in his ears. You’re going to kill yourself on that horse…

               No. He was going to do it, and he was going to do it successfully. They came upon the final jump, and whoosh, they were over, leaving the small waterfalls in the post behind them, their gentle trickle quickly becoming a memory as they galloped away.

               He pumped his fist in the air in victory, then threw himself down upon her neck, wrapping his arms around her and giving her a great big hug.

               Personally, she could have lived without the mushy stuff. But when she was led away from the arena she got a huge lick treat. THIS she was ok with *lick* *lick* *lick*

Note on the title: "léim" - It's an Irish word for "Jump"
Horse: 8337 Ammonite fav.me/d7flfez
Rider: Leo Crowe
Show: Bareback Show Jumping Grand Prix held by BRls-love-is-MY-Live (info on her front page/entries here: fav.me/d7jeal8)
Time: 4 hours...almost totally straight...
Tools: Photoshop Elements CS-too-old-for-its-own-good/Wacom Intuos Tablet
Resources: Reference: (Reffed for drawing, not traced ^^) fav.me/d3jnwp2 by Kennelwood-Stock