The crowd is hysteric. The horses beside him are snorting, pawing, sweating, trembling. He can feel his jockey's heartbeat, pounding with fluttering desperation. His own body shakes; his blood mixes with an invigorating rush of adrenaline, fear, and power. The gates swing open with the sharp clash of a bell, and he's off.
He wakes up with a start, perspiring as he staggers to his feet. He may not have been meant for the track, but that doesn't mean it hasn't permanently engrained itself in his life. To him, every day is a day at the races: breezes, races, paces or gallops, trailers, starting gates, finish lines. Walking, relaxing, rolling in the pastures -- all of these things are foreign to him, and he can't learn them on his own. He needs you to help him. He doesn't have any other choice. It's all mental, and he doesn't know any better.
He needs a rescuer. Won't you be that for him?
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