We Have What It Takes [closed]

Horse racing. The sport of kings. It was a never ending competition, a war which would never be won for the battles kept on coming time and time again. Battles to see which horses could run the fastest over set distances. A competition to see who could win each race, which bloodlines would make it and which would die out. Every horse that entered the racing world was pledged to the battle of wills. Each horse that entered the racing world would be judged on their performance. The best would be remembered forever, those that failed would be forgotten about quickly.

Jacob and Alana knew the stakes of each and every race. They had their own competition and whoever came out on top in each race in which they comepeted would win bragging rights. They were not friends but rivals, pitting against each other only in orderto improve their own game and their own chances. Jacob had wanted things to be different to start with but now he understood - the competition would only make him better. If he got better his horses would stand a better chance. It wasn't only their name on the line, after all, but his.

Mounted atop their steeds the jockeys appeared comically short. Indeed, they were not exactly tall anyway but to be atop horses so tall just made them appear all the smaller. But their smallness gave them an advantage - the advantage of being light weight. The lighter they were the less strain they put on the horses and the less strain on a horse the more chance it had of running well. If they ran well they might even win and to win was the goalof every jockey in every race.

"It's on." Jacob murmered to dark, his dark bay steed. The twoyear old colt snorted and tossed his head, pawing restlessly at the dirt underfoot. The gates were closing and soon the race would begin. "Let's show them, Stormi." Alana spoke to her own bay mount, shifting her weight ready for the start of the race. Alana glanced over to Jacob and smiled as the gates opened and the workout began.

Predictably, Afterglow took a position infront of the closer Dark Charmer and started to speed up in order to put distance between herself and the colt who did not react, only running and watching thoughtfully as he analysed his opponent. Excitable Afterglow was in her stride as they made their way down the straight toward the first cornr and a fire burned in her eyes as she ran. This was what she had been born to do, this was what her whole life was about. Dark Charmer held back until they reached the first turn when he started to make his move, picking up speed as they rounded the bend.

Coming onto the straight Dark Charmer was not far behind Afterglow, his black mane streaming behind him as he pushed onwards. Afterglow also started her move, pushing her speed up another gear as they thundered down the straight. Head on head the two-year olds battled down the straight, neither wishing to give up as they pushed onwards. The breathe of the horses could be heard above the thundering of their hooves, the jockeyed pushed their mounts on as hard as they could and as they passed the post it was hard to tell who had won.