Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2011 9:47:05 GMT -5
Beauty, grace, elegance. When the three came together the results were exceptional. Certainly, it would be impossible to mimic the results. Those that possessed all three were both rare and lucky. Those that possessed all three usually had what it took to go far in this world. If they tried something they tended to excel and when the excelled at something they became reknowned.
Mona, the bay mare which had recently been purchased from Stride Of Perfection Stables was one of the lucky few and damn did she know it. Each day while outin the paddock she showed off, flaunting what she had for all to see. Her silky black mane would flow behind her as she moved across the field with great confirmation. Heads would inevitable turn as she passed. The princess of the paddock, the mistress of the track. She demanded respect and she gotit from everyone around her.
When it came down to it the mare only had one true rival - one other that was everywhere she loked. That rival was her half sister, born in the same year, Dashing In The Firelight. Whenever a large race was coming up you could almost guarantee the sisters would go head to head and, when locked in competition, they took no prisoners.
With another race approaching the rivalry was about to heat up again. The sisters would face each other on the track once more and no one could say for sure which of the pair would come out on top. All that was really sure was that they would both be giving the race their best effort and so there was no doubt that the race would be an exciting one when it occured.
Alexia led the bay mare toward the track, glad to see that she looked alert, energetic and ready to go. After all, when Mona puther mind t it she was an outstanding mare. Her neck was curved, her ears perked while her stride was long and sure. She knew what was coming, but there was no way in hell she was going to stop showing off before she had to. To suggest she would was surely proposterous.
Even as Alexia mounted it was clear that the mare was in a showy mood. She fidgetted, backed off slightly. When told to move forward she tossed herhead and protested before doing as instructed for she had respect for humans. She fought gating, pawed at the ground and kicked up a real fuss. Yet, once gated, she settled instantly. Now was the time to focus, she was ready for her true show to begin. Ready for the challenge to begin.
The gates opened, the bell sounded, and she flew. To her this was a game. A bit of fun. Each long and elegant stride only served to confirm her beauty and skill. As she moved down the track her eyes burned bright with a deep passion. She enjoyed every second as shemade the run, flawless in every way and as she turned into the straight she threw all her effort into it, sure that she could secure a good time. Stride after stride her speed surged until she passed the post. Victorious, but would she be on race day?
Mona, the bay mare which had recently been purchased from Stride Of Perfection Stables was one of the lucky few and damn did she know it. Each day while outin the paddock she showed off, flaunting what she had for all to see. Her silky black mane would flow behind her as she moved across the field with great confirmation. Heads would inevitable turn as she passed. The princess of the paddock, the mistress of the track. She demanded respect and she gotit from everyone around her.
When it came down to it the mare only had one true rival - one other that was everywhere she loked. That rival was her half sister, born in the same year, Dashing In The Firelight. Whenever a large race was coming up you could almost guarantee the sisters would go head to head and, when locked in competition, they took no prisoners.
With another race approaching the rivalry was about to heat up again. The sisters would face each other on the track once more and no one could say for sure which of the pair would come out on top. All that was really sure was that they would both be giving the race their best effort and so there was no doubt that the race would be an exciting one when it occured.
Alexia led the bay mare toward the track, glad to see that she looked alert, energetic and ready to go. After all, when Mona puther mind t it she was an outstanding mare. Her neck was curved, her ears perked while her stride was long and sure. She knew what was coming, but there was no way in hell she was going to stop showing off before she had to. To suggest she would was surely proposterous.
Even as Alexia mounted it was clear that the mare was in a showy mood. She fidgetted, backed off slightly. When told to move forward she tossed herhead and protested before doing as instructed for she had respect for humans. She fought gating, pawed at the ground and kicked up a real fuss. Yet, once gated, she settled instantly. Now was the time to focus, she was ready for her true show to begin. Ready for the challenge to begin.
The gates opened, the bell sounded, and she flew. To her this was a game. A bit of fun. Each long and elegant stride only served to confirm her beauty and skill. As she moved down the track her eyes burned bright with a deep passion. She enjoyed every second as shemade the run, flawless in every way and as she turned into the straight she threw all her effort into it, sure that she could secure a good time. Stride after stride her speed surged until she passed the post. Victorious, but would she be on race day?