live this flash

Flashy Wings and Henna Turath
TDI Live This Lie and Amber Black

Henna waited at the track entrance, calm and aboard her stunning blood bay two year old. Flashy Wings was a looker; he looked like a lion, with a brilliantly bold black mane against a lighter bay skin, and the courage of one shone from his eyes. Being Prospect of the Year and Best Prospect Colt, as well winner of the Next Top Racehorse series, he had already proved himself a competitor, and had cemented himself as one when he won his initial start. Now, three weeks later, he was facing three other talented juveniles in the Unicorn Horn Juvenile. They were Heartless Revenge, by Admiral's Revenge and out of Queen of Hearts; Mastermind, by Speed Demon and out of El Sol Del Mar; and Silverianna, by Night Stalker and out of Bank On Silver. Flashy Wings himself was by News Flash and out of Forbidden Wings. His parents were vastly less successful as racehorses; as producers, though, there were few that could match Forbidden Wings. All of her foals had eventually become grade one stakes racers, her oldest being Silent Wings and Pegasus Wings. So Flash had talent; he just had to, once again, prove it.

Amber soon showed up aboard a gray three year old colt. Falsehood snorted and pawed the ground, eager to once again see the Green Horse Fields dirt track. He had been working at the home track at the stable all year, and was finally ready to be brought out for the public to admire. He had foreign royalty bloodlines, by TDI Secrets of Excalibur and out of the widely regarded Definite Glory. It was time to remind the racing world of his royal parentage and of his talent. Amber grinned at Henna, and together the two women trotted their mounts onto the dirt track. Flash snorted and arched his neck, practically bouncing as he trotted along. His attitude changed when he entered the track; he became more energetic, more focused in his energy. Falsehood snorted, but waited patiently for the release he knew would come. He glanced over the dirt track like a king, and held his head high. Amber smirked, and Henna did as well.

The plan was a bullet workout that would attract the eyes of the racing public, as well as prepare Flash for the Juvenile. This meant speed, and clockers would no doubt be watching them as they rounded the final turn. Flash had already gained a small following from his achievements as a prospect; people waited to see if he would give them more. Henna pat her colt's neck once and then nodded at Amber. It was time to get down to business. Both women simultaneously cued their mounts for a canter. Both horses responded seamlessly, and stride for stride were off and up the dirt track. Flash moved gracefully along, his eyes boldly daring horses to challenge, his body practically wriggling as energy coursed through him. Falsehood, on the other hand, arrogantly surveyed the track, as though looking over his domain. Amber held him tightly in check to prevent his prancing.

When the appropriate amount of time had passed, both women cued their horses for a gallop, and leaned forward as the horses picked up speed. Falsehood burst forward, taking up the lead like a true front runner, his burst of speed attracting some eyes. Flash let him, picking a position on the inside and letting him go no further than a length away. He patiently waited, biding his time for the right moment. When the two came rocketing around the turn, Flash picked this moment. In a sudden burst of stunning speed, the blood bay hurled past Falsehood and just kept going. Amber let Falsehood go, and the gray three year old roared up to meet the challenge.

The two horses slammed off the turn and into the stretch. Henna let Flash all the way out, as did Amber. Their hooves turned into a blur of motion; the two horses were bullets streaking forward and leaving none in their wake that questioned their speed and prowess. Flashing under the wire, it was hard to tell who was in front, but obvious that the times had been striking. Amber grinned at Henna, who smirked slyly back and patted her colt's sweaty neck. Flash was still dancing on his toes, ready to go, while Falsehood looked surprised by the other colt's speed and looked at him now with the calculating eyes of a horse inspecting his rival. Both horses were prepared to rock the world in their next starts.