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BY MOODY
      This month we are focusing in on a discipline that came straight out of the deep south of the United States of America, Saddle Seat riding.

History
      Saddle Seat has been around for hundreds of years in the United States and was developed by two main sources. One source was from plantation owners that wanted a smooth moving, high-stepping horse to ride on to oversee their plantations and workers. A second influence was the Europeans who developed a flatter English saddle that would show off their flashy, high-stepping horses when they rode them to the parks on Sunday. Hence, the term “park” or “park-action” is still used to describe the event where the action of the horse is the most important part of the competition.

Type of Horse Required
      Saddle Seat is a form of English riding that uses horses with animated gaits, high necks and energy. Although the horses should be very energetic, they also have to be responsive to the rider’s aids. Several breeds do well in this discipline, the most known being the American Saddlebred. Other breeds that are common as well include the National Show Horse, Tennessee Walking Horse, Racking Horses, Spotted Saddle Horses, Morgan horses and Arabians. Less common breeds include Friesians, Andalusians, Hackneys, Paso Finos, Missouri Fox Trotters, and Rocky Mountain Horses. Saddle Seat horses give the audience a thrilling performance as they are well trained and look as they are about to burst with excitement.

About the Discipline
      This discipline is performed “on flat” which means there is no jumping involved. The horses generally perform at three gaits (the walk, trot, and canter), but there are some classes for the five gaited horses (walk, trot, canter, slow gait and the rack). The rack is a smooth four beat gait performed “at speed”. Saddle Seat riding is all about animation. It is about long arched necks, a high head and a slow and collected canter. Sometimes it is said at the canter, these horses appear to look like a rocking horse.

Show Classes
      In the United States, the United States Equestrian Federation creates and maintains the rules for most breeds shown in Saddle Seat competitions.
Classes include:
• Three Gaited: Open to American Saddlebreds shown at the walk, trot and canter
• Five Gaited: Open to American Saddlebreds shown at the walk, trot, canter, rack, and slow gait
• Plantation Walker: Open to Tennessee Walking horses shown at a walk, running walk, and canter
• Park: A class designation used in both Arabian and Morgan competition, where horses are shown at a walk, trot, and canter, judged on their brilliant, high action.
• Pleasure: An English pleasure class designation used in almost every breed,  designated classes where good manners and smooth performance are more

important than brilliant action. Most pleasure classes require horses to show at a walk, trot and canter, often calling for extended gaits.
• Equitation: judges the rider's form and use of aids.

      In any competition, sometimes classes are broken down by Age Divisions as well as Experience.

Tack

      Saddle Seat riders use a special saddle not seen in other English riding disciplines. These saddles have a cut-back pommel, which is set back usually four inches to allow for the higher withers and neck set of the horse. The saddle has little padding, a very flat seat, and is placed further back on the horse to allow the extravagant movement of the horse. This saddle also deliberately places the rider slightly "behind the motion," which makes it easier to influence both the headset of the horse and their gaits. Along with the unique saddle the horse wears a double (full) bridle, with both a curb bit and a bradoon. A Pelham bit is also legal for pleasure classes, though not common. A single curb bit is used for gaited horses such as the Tennessee Walker and Missouri Fox Trotter. The double bridle is preferred (and mandatory in equitation) because it allows more fine-tuning of the horse's head and neck position. The browband is commonly brightly colored leather or vinyl, red being the most common color. The cavesson is sometimes plain leather, and sometimes colored to match the browband, depending on breed and fashion trends in tack.

PHOTOS BY KHOLRAN
Clothing
      Saddle Seat attire differs from that of western or hunt seat disciplines. For both men and women, it is closely modeled on men's business suits and/or the tuxedo, with variations in styling designed to improve the rider's appearance on horseback. Fashion in saddle seat disciplines changes with the changes in menswear fashions, reflected in collar styles, shirt and tie designs, and sometimes in length of coat and color of linings. Conservative solid colors must be worn, such as black, navy blue, brown, dark green or gray. However, in some classes, it is also legal to wear a "day coat," which is a coat that is of a contrasting color from the rider's pants. In all classes, riders wear jodhpurs, which are close-fitting pants with knee patches and bell-bottoms that go over the boots. A long, fitted coat is also required. For men, the coat length usually stops just above the knee. For women, depending on height, the coat may be below the knee, though exact length varies from year to year. The outfit is complete with the addition of jodhpur boots that come just over the ankle, a hat, a vest, tie, and dark gloves. In equitation classes, where the rider is judged, the coat and jodhpurs must match. In performance classes, where the horse is judged, a matching equitation-style suit is appropriate. Riders usually carry a long whip, usually black, that is similar to that used by dressage riders.

BY DRAGONWINGS

      Its about that time lol. Everyone else run! Run while you still can!!.

#5 - Smelly Pitts? Singe Them Off!
      I have a few fun allergies. Coconut, walnuts, almonds. And something in Secret Ocean Fresh clear gel.
      So last week instead of using my Degree Shower clean I opted for something new. They had a nice smelling Brazilian Cherry from Secret that smelled really good, but I grabbed a thingy of the Ocean, and tossed it in my cart.
      So I use it for a few days, works great. I woke up the other day, walked in to take a shower...and it looks like my armpits were washed with steel wool. And they HHHHUUUURRRRTTTT!
      So of course I flip out ( and now that I’m back to living by myself I actually have to call people to flip out, and cant just run down the hallway )
So, this is just a teeny reminder to all of you ladies who think of switching shampoos/deodorants/soaps etc. If they have it in a trial size, buy it first and test it on your arm.
      So Gross.

#4 - SOOOO Many Happy People.
      Yes my friends, ignorance is bliss. Even here in VHR. That’s why there’s so many happy people. Here’s just a quick heads up for those of you who are piggybacking on your happiness.

- Sometimes a horses stats roll during maxing. Claiming that you can make all the stats roll all the time when you max and say that its a wonderful thing because your horse will stay young....yeah, that’s crapola. Some of a horses stats may roll during maxing...but it doesn’t happen to all of the stats all the time. Wanna make sure your horse rolls the right way? Send it to someone who knows what they’re doing...and please...if you do this? Leave them the bloody hell alone so they can train for you. Don't badger them, don't annoy them, and please. Don't be rude to them. The people who are nice enough to max and roll for me know that I appreciate the hell out of them. They are the reason my breeding programs are top notch, and why I have amazing statted foals to event train.

- Before you breed your mare to any stud on the market, CHECK THE HORSE’S STUD FEE. It is not my job to hold your hand and walk you through my stud account and help you figure out how many 0's is too much for you to afford. I’ve had 3 people in the last week message me demanding for refunds because they weren’t paying attention to how much a horse's stud fee is. It is YOUR job to make sure that you know what you're spending. People know that I give discounts, and often send my horses to great breeders free of charge. You not covering your bases is no fault of mine.

BY BROODMARE_PAINT
      This new game was brought to you by Broodmare_Paint of VHR. Can you find the 5 differences in these two pictures? Thanks to player 390785 for the picture! Please click the images to enlarge in a new window.     ANSWER KEY




- You spamming me with your BUY MY HORSE ads only gets you put on ignore. Except from my Op ranch, then you get a polite "Please do not send me spam ads" message.

      Please don’t be rude, be nice and don’t do it again...spam is bad.

#3 - Have you hugged your trainer today?
      Honestly. How many times do you tell the people that work their asses off for you that they're doing a great job? I brag about the horses Bewt maxes and rolls for me all the time, Bewt’s work is simply perfection. I am amazed at how well Jelly events my Jousters for me, she's a wonderful hard working person, with a great sense of pride, and humor. Aku accepts every bizarre art commission I give her with a smile, and always creates a masterpiece that I could have never dreamed of.
      Don't just shove money at the people who are part of your VHR game experience. Let them know how much you appreciate them. Send them a cfg from your collection. Give them a foal from their favorite breed. Ask them to work on a project with you. Make them a banner. Or just send them a message and let them know how much what they do for you means to you. I complain and whine as much as anyone in my vents. But my friends know how awesome they are.
      Do yours?

#2 - Price Check...Leashes...Isle 7
      I've ranted on this before. I'm only going to say this one more time. I'm bloody tired of seeing a woman and her 5 kids, ages 5-7 running up and down the grocery store isles while I’m trying to grocery shop. If you’re going to let your kids throw things at little old ladies and drop glass jars of dill pickles on the floor, you new a fricken reality check.
      Go to the pet isle and get your monsters on a choke chain.

#1 - Give The Phone To Mommy!
      So I’m sleeping for a change...and my bloody phone rings...at 5 am in the morning. I answer it.
      "Hi KK!" Oh hells bells. Its my 3 year old niece, Moira.
      "Monkey....Hi monkey, how are you?"
      "Hi KK...how you?"
      "I’m good...Monkey its really early...where’s Mommy?" And then...she’s just started rattling off...about her new kitty, her stuffed puppy, about her blocks, coloring, and didn’t shut up once.
      So about half an hour into it, I hear her set the phone down...and she comes back a minute later and says "KK I got juice!" That means her mother is up. I'll be rescued!!!
      No. I couldn’t just hang up on her. She’s having some major adjustment issues...and if I don’t spend a good amount of time on the phone with her every once in a while she spends the day wandering around her new plays looking for me, and crying "Where KK?" SO no, no rescue. So we talk about juice, and the new kitty, and I ask her if she’s hungry. "I hungy!" So she disappears again.
      "KK I have cereal!" Which means mom fed her...so sooner or later someone’s going to notice that there’s a phone glued to the kids ear. So...about 45 minutes later I finally hear.... "Moira...who are you talking to?"
      "I talk KK?"
      "OMG YOU WOKE UP KK!!!!" *fights for the phone* "Dragon I am SOOOOO sorry, I had no idea she called you!” (Child doesn’t know her phone number but she knows mine.)
      Meanwhile MJ, pissed that the phone was taken away from her, starts screaming at the top of her lungs " MYYYYYYYYYYYY KKKKK KKKKK!"
      Jolie sets the phone down to get the milk out of the fridge...and MJ grabs it and runs down the hallway. Then, a minute later, I hear her whispering in the phone.... "Shhh KK we hide mommy" Ohhhhh lordy.
      So about this time I hear "MJ....you come out here RIGHT NOW!" Little Monkey has wedged herself in the corner of her room under her bed, and out of moms reach.
      "MJ...give the phone to Mommy."
      "NOOOOOOOO"
      "MJ...give Mommy the phone."
      "NO KK!"
      "..............................................................Okay KK."
      I guess she threw the phone out from under the bed...but stayed under there because she KNEW she was in trouble LOL. And no. I didn’t get back to sleep.
      Kids. Cant life with them, cant give them back to the stork.


BY BOLIVIA
     This story is captivating story unlike other fantasy books I've ever read. It is revolved around the idea of a Unicorn, but has scales and is like a dragon as well. It is well written and the plot is amazing. The mystery will unfold for you as you become enchanted and take flight into this story---
     I interviewed Shekeira and asked her what made her write the story. Her response was, "Well, it was after I'd read "The Firebringer Trilogy" by Meredith Ann Pierce for the fourth or fifth time. I don't mind unicorns being tough, but I wanted to work with kirin instead. Horses with scales and horns ... awesome concept!" She was also asked how she got inspired to write it, and she replied "Music, mostly pop, the 80's variety and what ever is popular on the radio , and a need to write something other than dragons and Phoenixes. " I also questioned her on if she lived to write. Her answer was, " Yes. And I mean that with all seriousness!" As a last word for the readers' she said," Keep reading and writing. It will take you somewhere amazing."

Guardians in Exile
A short story by Shekeira

Prologue: Khura’hejn
      “Khura. Hey, Khura.”
      Bleary, pupil-less emerald eyes looked up through a thick forelock at this midnight annoyance. “What is it, Sayr?” he grumbled with more force than was necessary. Alas, these were trying times.
      Khura’hejn’s lieutenant Sayr stepped back, his silver horn glinting in the full light of the moon. His hooves would have, as well, had they not been muffled by the thickness of the deep summer grasses. “Rhenka moved the band.” Sayr gave a toss of his light blue mane, forgiving his friend’s irritation and knowing that it was pale in comparison to the anger that burned within.
      News of his father’s usurper brought Khura’hejn to his full height, a mighty movement from the wallow where he had been stretched. Freed from the confines of his forelock, Khura’s sun-golden, battle-honed horn gleamed. “And my mother?”
      Sayr’s blue-dappled skin shivered as he sighed in resignation. Stamping one pearl-scaled foreleg, he lifted his head, gazing over the hummock and trees that shielded their small band from the rest of the valley. “Rhenka keeps her close, as always.”
      Twitching dark bay shoulders, Khura’hejn tossed his head, settling his substantial grey mane more comfortably over the right side of his muscled neck. Inclining his head, he used the grooming of his grey chest-hair as an excuse for thought – it calmed his blood, keeping him from jumping the hummock and racing unattended to his dam’s side. Sayr waited – dearly trying to appear patient, but failing in the quick snapping of his tufted tail.
      That the traitor to his father’s trust was on the move meant only one thing: he knew of their presence and was trying to get his stolen herd to the safety of the nearby White Mountains. Khura’hejn and his exiles had not tracked them this far to let them go so easily.
      Spitting out a few strands of grass, Khura blinked. “Rally the band,” he said at last.
      “The same as the last time?” Sayr asked, sliding into step with his friend as Khura crested the hummock; the bay stallion planted his golden hooves atop the rise, staring down at the shadows that milled beneath, glad for the stillness in the air and the cover of the trees.
      “No,” he said at last. He peered down, his night-honed eyes having little trouble discerning the shadows from the bold bodies of his kin. “Does there seem to be more? I count at least five more than the last time.”
      “Sirras said as much before he left,” Sayr replied, trying to draw his friend away. “I heard that …”
      Khura let his friend wander where his conjectures led him; he was too busy scanning the large herd for a familiar form, one whose horn gleamed with diamond radiance. High above, the moon winked, casting silver over the valley. But Rhenka was an old campaigner, despite his youth; he kept his prize to the deepest shadows and planted his warriors around the tight ring, so that their own serrated horns caught the light of the moon.

      To read Guardians in Exile, please contact
Shekeira on the VHR Forums.








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