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Post by Naomi on Jul 24, 2006 20:49:17 GMT -5
Head and head, chestnut and bay horses faced off, legs flying over the track, hooves digging craters into the ground, sending upt meteors in their wake. Two jockeys duleing togeather, smiles of pleasure plasterd upon their weathered faces.
As they came down the stretch, chestnut filly poked infront, legs and body straining to take her mount forward, eyes and ears focused on the finish. Clockers from the local track news papers sat on the bleachers, watches ticking away, fractions flew by in a hurry. The chestnut filly had left the bay one in the dust, she was alone, jocky and horse melted into one, they leaned togeather. They came to the finish, stop watches clicked and pens and pencils scratched upon time charts of the morning workouts.
Pulling her up, jockey and exercise rider Dessiree Cunning drew her chestnut horse Dancer's Dram into a slow jog, bringing her back to her trainer, who's face gleamed in pride. The trainer bursted out in smile, WONDERFUL! She is ready! Dessiree smiled, Thanks, its been hard to get 'er like that, but it just comes naturaly once she realizes her place. She slid from the saddle and began to walk Dram out. |
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Post by Photograph on Jul 27, 2006 16:45:37 GMT -5
A black thoroughbred stood alone at the end of the tracks. No, not alone. A man withviolet eyes was behind him, resting his head against the highstrug stallion. At the sound of the mare, the stag moved, causing Trevor's head to fall to the ground. He stood up, rubbing the back of his head, and patted his horse.
Shhh, it'll be fine Assasin. Shhhh. He tutted, before glaring into the rays of the sun. It was morning already. Taking up the reins, he walked briskly past. Hired to spy on other racers, he practically lived here. Purposly, and unnoticably, he overstepped and fell, causing Assasin to slam into Dancer's Dream.
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Post by Naomi on Jul 29, 2006 19:53:26 GMT -5
Dream screamed and jutted forward, dragging the unsuspecting jockey forward, with a shout of surprise, Dessiree managed to get Dancer to stop, her nostrils flared wide her tail raised. The jockey ran a hand over her legs to make sure they still held their firm coolness. Green eyes flareing she turned to the man that had caused her the distress, GOD DAMN IT What the hell were you thinking?! Her voice holding a slight irish tint.
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Post by Photograph on Jul 30, 2006 11:42:14 GMT -5
I was thinking it was an accident. He glared. His intence purple ooids flashed indigo for a moment. Look, an accident is an accident.
Calming down, he let his voice slither down to a charming tone, deep and... romantic if you will. Flirty.
My name is Trevor. Trevor Davidson.
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Post by Naomi on Jul 30, 2006 11:49:40 GMT -5
Gaze narrowed, she was unfazed of his voice, Well, Mr.two left feet...Wait...haven't I met you before? I thought your name was Austin. Tones harsh and cold.
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Post by Photograph on Jul 30, 2006 11:59:44 GMT -5
He shifted uncomfortably at the mention of his... aquantance's name.
My name is Trevor Davidson. Simply, he took out his id and flashed it at her.
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Post by Naomi on Jul 30, 2006 12:05:46 GMT -5
She ignored his id, What ever. Turning, she tugged her filly along, who was eyeing the stallion.
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Post by Photograph on Jul 30, 2006 12:24:34 GMT -5
The stud danced in place, reaching his dial out to nip at Dessiree's shoulder, and then he extended his nape to place his nibbling lips to work on the filly's mane. He tossed his head back and jerked an aud to Trevor as he pulled gently on his halter. A fly whizzed into his face, startling him, and he reared. Trevor was almost sent flying, but he managed to stay out of range of the stag's hooves. He pushed Dessiree and Dram away, and hopped into the stallion's saddle. He bucked, rearing up and tossing his head in between his feet. Running his hands down the stag's nape, he pushed gently at the throat, which sent the stud into a dream, suddenly stopping, ooids closed, head drooping. His weak spot. He patted the stags rump and unmounted with a sweep, turning to lead the sleepy stag into his stall. Glancing over his shoulder, the stallion nickered to the filly.
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Post by Naomi on Jul 30, 2006 12:47:54 GMT -5
Dancer pinned her harks back as Dessiree was shoved sidewasys. Regaining her ground, she stood and led Dancer back to the barn to get washed off and to drag out her next horse.
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Post by Photograph on Jul 30, 2006 12:57:32 GMT -5
Trevor let out a small chuckle, and started to groom his horse down. Glancing around, he led the stag to the track, and mounted. Closing his eyes, he said,
Comeon, give it all you've got boy. All of it.
The stag lowered his head, and sprang into action. Speeding past the first quarter mile with a time of 10 second, Trevor gasped as he picked up speed. The second, third, and fourth were all almost 9 seconds. Pretty fast.
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Post by Naomi on Jul 30, 2006 13:02:34 GMT -5
Glancing at the large bruis Trevor had caused, Dessi brought out a dark bay colt by the name of Fair Knightess. He was a wonderful horse, and was begining his way to stardom. She watched as Trevor and his horse blured past, clucking Knight into a steady jog, she jigged past Trevor and called, out, You call that running you poor excuce for a jockey? You wanna see running?! She smirked and bent low over Knightess's back and urged him on, they soon became a black blur arround the track.
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Post by Photograph on Jul 30, 2006 13:09:34 GMT -5
He blushed deep red, and whispered to Assassin-
That was an insult. You gonna take that babe?
The stallion snorted, knowing, by special training, that he needed to run fast now. Picking up speed, he easily galloped past Dessiree and her horse. Trevor threw his hands up and whooped, laughing easily. He caught himself and posted, grabbing the reins and urging Azzy, or Assasin, even faster.
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Post by Naomi on Jul 30, 2006 13:22:47 GMT -5
A smirk formed across her lips, she watched as Trevor urged his horse on, they weren't even to the wire. 'Twas her way, racing hard in the beginning, and catching the lead in the end, as they came arround the turn to the stretch, a light tap of the whip was administered, with a great response, somthing awoke inside of Knight, his hooves thundered over the track, drowning out the sound of the wind, a hollor was sent up to Trevor, only to be lost in the wind. Laying flat over his back, she urged him on, they were now head to head with Azzy and Trevor.
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Post by Photograph on Jul 30, 2006 13:26:14 GMT -5
Azzy snorted, swerving away. A racehorse, he was highstrung, and the sudden appearance of the two frightened him. He lengthened his stride, foaming at the sides of his nape. Muscles rippled as he tossed his head and whickered lowly, inching forward.
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Post by Naomi on Aug 3, 2006 17:13:22 GMT -5
Another light tap of the whip, Knight's legs lengthened over the track, his strides taking him forward. Standing at 17 hh, he was a monster, carrying down Man O' War's fight to win, and never lose, his attitude well reflected the mean, hot tempered, highstrung nerves of the great race horse. Tossing his head, teeth bared, ready to bite Azzy, with a sharp tap, he was stopped by his blond haired jockey. He snorted and pressed on, foam at the sides of his neck, flints digging imense holes in the ground, a crowed had gathered to watch the two race.
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