by Frostbite18 » Mon Dec 15, 2014 3:18 am
[center]Username: Frostbite18
Full name: Lord of the Sun
Barn name: Lord
Age: 6 years
Gender: Stallion
Height: 16.3hh
Breed: Thoroughbred
Coloration: Gulastra Plume Mahogany Bay
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Story:
Screams filled the air as I entered the crisp morning sunlight. My bay fur gleamed like polished bronze as I stepped regally out of the barn. Ears erect, I flicked them to and fro to catch all of that sweet praise, my name ringing through the air from a hundred mouths. I couldn't stop the shuddering of my muscles, out of shear excitement for the glory to come. This race was mine, I didn't care if they said I had met my match, that my luck would run out in this great race. I would prove them all wrong! Suddenly a small human rushed forth, under the cold, white metal bars and right in front of me. The humans looked horrified and one female was shrieking as she shoved through the crowd. What did they think I was going to do? Trample the little thing? I dipped my head and tousled the young ones hair with a soft breath and a nuzzle. She giggled with delight and patted my nose, it felt quite nice, that little warm hand softly pressed to my velvet furred nose. The adults quickly scooped her up and the female gave me a soft look, there was evident appreciation in her eyes. I watched my new friends go with some sadness, but I quickly let it go, I had a race to win!
We walked about the large grassy area for a short while, then my jockey swung up into the saddle with the grace of a gazelle. She had done this many times and didn't even have to think about it, racing was in her blood, her muscle and her heart, it was in mine as well. Onto the track we went, my hooves cut into the dirt and sunk in slightly, I began to bob my head up and down eagerly. I glanced up to the crowd, many an eye was upon me, how could they not look at me? There was a reason I was called Lord of the Sun. My owners had named me only two days after my birth, when I began to gallop around the paddock with a stride, that even as a foal, was regal. Oh and the way the sun had shimmered on my pelt, it looked like I was made of sunlight. I shook my head, I had to stay focused, we were nearly at the gate. One at a time my competition was lead and sometimes dragged/pushed into the gate. I was in a bad spot, number 12 out of 12 horses. At last I was lead forth, no resistance came from me as I stepped slowly into the gate. I heard the clink of the gate closing behind me and began to paw the ground, my muscles quivered, my eyes stayed locked on that gate in front of me...awaiting the ring as it opened. The trumpets blared, slowly the noise faded and any moment now...RING!!! The gate crashed open and I leaped from the gate, my stride instantly opening up as I raced forward. My eyes flashed about, watching for a spot as I tried to move in towards the rail, I was much to far out. How I wanted to fight the pressure on my mouth! Holding me back from going all out, suddenly a spot opened and I saw the rail, my jockey quickly steered me toward the gap. I we've between horses as I went and manged to get up next to a horse on the rail.
Massive WIP.
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Frostbite18 on Fri Jan 02, 2015 3:34 pm, edited 8 times in total.