Hi, new name new FF. So here it is my new FF:





Etarnel Rain



Rain lashed my face. The fur of my stallion is shiny wet from the rain, his mane flies wildly with the wind through the against and his warm breath is like a cloud of steam that gushes from his nostrils.

He gallops along the beach in a good tepo. The waves lash against the surf and the nearby cliffs.

Riding out with my fat guy is the only thing that gives me real pleasure at the moment. And I prefer to do it in the rain.

"Come on my fat one, let's turn around."

He turns around and gallops back to our property.

I can see it from afar, a huge property with a gigantic house with over 100 rooms. Since my parents are not exactly poor.

But none of that means anything to me. On the outside, I am the well-behaved girl I should be, but on the inside I scream.

My stallion falls from a gallop to a quiet trot and heads towards the house. He trots a path along the back of the house to the stable.

There are 15 horses in our stable. Only the best of the best horses.

My stallion is one of those too. A black Andalusian stallion named Spike. He's the only one who understands me.

Spike now falls over in crotch and finally stops without me having to do anything. I get off and lead him into the stable lane. Where I saddle him.

"Miss Cathrine !!!" Alfred is our man for everything. How I hate it when they call me 'Miss Cathrine'.

"Miss Cathrine. There you are at last, you should put on dry clothes. I'll call someone to bring your stallion into the stable."

"No Alfred. I'll do that myself."

I finish unsaddling Spike and take him to his stable and give him another apple.

"So my sweetie. See you tomorrow." I caress his nostrils again lovingly and then go to the house.

I go to my room, the house is almost deserted now. All the servants have already driven home, which is already quite late, and my parents are not there, as always. You are on a business trip somewhere in Europe.

Only Alfred is there. He lives in a small house on our property.

First I take a shower and put on dry clothes.

Then I sit down by the window and watch the rain.

At some point I'll go to bed, but lie awake for a long time until I finally fall asleep.



The next morning I get up early, it's raining again. So perfect for a long hike. Alfred is already downstairs in the kitchen.

"Good morning Miss Cathrine."

"Tomorrow. Is my horse ready?"

"Yes, Miss Cathrine. It's lined and groomed."

"Good."

I go to the stables, where Spike is eagerly waiting for me. When I go to him in the stable, he lovingly nudges me on the side.I'll lead him out of the stable. Here comes Oscar the stable boy.

"Good morning Miss Cathrine. Shouldn't I rather saddle him up ??"

Spike snorts and shows Oscar his teeth.

He is extremely dismissive to other people and should not be underestimated. For me, on the other hand, it is tender as a lamb.

"No. You can see that Spike does not like the thought. And I prefer to saddle him up myself."

So the conversation is over for me and I saddle Spike and snaffle him.

When I then rode along the path by the house and into the forest on his back, I felt really good at first.

First I ride through the forest in a quiet tramp. Then we come to the beach.

"Come on Spike !!!"

And Spike gallops down the beach what his hooves give. A wonderful feeling.

He now falls into trap again and then into step. His black fur shines wet from sweat and rain.

"Well done, honey."

I caress his wet neck, whereupon he let out a pleasant snort.

I look up like him and also see a rider riding long at the other end of the beach. Someone with fiery red hats and also a black horse and when I get closer I realize that it is a girl on an Arab. Also a beautiful animal.

We ride right towards each other. When we are in front of each other and want to ride past each other, Spike and the Arab suddenly stop.

"Hey Spike !! Go on. We can't just stand here."

But Spike doesn't budge an inch.

"Pheonix. Now leave the crap."

But even the girl's Arab makes no effort to go any further.

"I guess both of our horses don't feel like it anymore. By the way, my name is Sam Angel," she said to me now and offers me her hand. I take her hand and shake it.

"Cathrine Summers." .....





to be continued



I hope you enjoyed it. Please write lots of commies.I am also always free to suggest improvements.

Miko