Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2012 18:43:00 GMT -5
It was dark already, the moon hung ominiously in the sky. But it was early, there would have been no moon in the lighter months... In winter all seemed to change, though. The ground became firmer as the cold chilled it, the horses seemed to run all the harder as if they wanted nothing more than to escape the cold. Exactly a month previously, they had been peparing for the Breeder's Cup and now it was time to prepare for another race. Another competition. The Unicorn Horn - a landmark of the time of year. Every year the horses went head to head in this competition, the earliest series of HOTY selection races in the season.
For the horses of higher grades it was also a first chance to race. January seemed to cater mainly to the lower graded horses... Maidens, grade fives, the occasional grade four race. No, for the grade threes and above the first real challenge came in the form on the Unicorn Horn. The first chance of the year for them to bolster their names, to taste the victories which could help them to be remembered forever... For Moondance, that chance came in the Unicorn Horn Dirt Classic.
Her walk was thoughtful, well calculated. Each flint was placed perfectly as she showed off her conformation. Her bay neck was bowed and her tassel flicked behind her as she appeared to challenge all those around her to oppose her beauty. The diva, the most successful horse the stable currently housed. Mona knew she was something special, knew that she had every chance to be the best. This year could be her last, and yet she stil had so much fight to give. Perhaps she would make a sixth year on the track after this... But for now she would be expected to give her best in every race without fail. This year would be her making.
Alexia walked beside her mount in silence, her blue eyes staring ahead, her hand gripped around the reins as she led the mare toward the track. Focus on what lay ahead had ensnared her in the silence and a determination had caused a slight frown to furrow her pale brow. There was something about Alexia which did not seem normal, but those who knew her knew exactly what was bothering her. The Unicorn Horn was the closest racing series to the annivesary of her parent's death - she wanted to do them proud and provide them with a win.
As she climbed upon the mare she stared up iinto the moon and sorrow passed over her face. "Why must you haunt me so?" she questioned thin air. "All I want to do is forget." From the stands, Matthias wished he could hear what she was saying. He had been worried about her as she became more and more withdrawn and did not really know how to breech the topic with her. It wasn't exactly a normal problem... This was something which had haunted his friend for many years... He didn't know if she would ever get over the grief. But perhaps, with time, she would leave behind the sorrow. Even if she did not forget she should move on.
On the track, Alexia pushed the mare into the gate and waited, wrapping her hand into the thick mane of the beautiful creature as if in preperation for some big event and when the gates opened Mona knew what to do. She ran from the gates at a good pace and placed herself next to the rail, allowing herself to stretch out as they moved down the straight. Alexia remained focussed, pushed the mare on as she stared at the moonlit track. If only we could escape the moonlight... If only we could escape the past. Run, Mona, run like you have never run before. silent thoughts, but it was no secret that a horse could sense your feelings and with no more pushing Mona pushed harder as they came into the corner.
Stride by stride, their movement was smooth as they moved around the corner, pushing against the air which blocked their way. The mare's ears were pressed against her skull and her power was ovious as they rounded the corner and pulled out of it. So close and yet so far, Mona. Run like the wind. It is time that we were free. the crop cracked against the bay's rump and she pushed with the little speed she had reserved and was making it down the home stretch at great speed, each stride carrying her closer to her goal and soon they crossed the line. We will show the world, Mona. You will be a star.
For the horses of higher grades it was also a first chance to race. January seemed to cater mainly to the lower graded horses... Maidens, grade fives, the occasional grade four race. No, for the grade threes and above the first real challenge came in the form on the Unicorn Horn. The first chance of the year for them to bolster their names, to taste the victories which could help them to be remembered forever... For Moondance, that chance came in the Unicorn Horn Dirt Classic.
Her walk was thoughtful, well calculated. Each flint was placed perfectly as she showed off her conformation. Her bay neck was bowed and her tassel flicked behind her as she appeared to challenge all those around her to oppose her beauty. The diva, the most successful horse the stable currently housed. Mona knew she was something special, knew that she had every chance to be the best. This year could be her last, and yet she stil had so much fight to give. Perhaps she would make a sixth year on the track after this... But for now she would be expected to give her best in every race without fail. This year would be her making.
Alexia walked beside her mount in silence, her blue eyes staring ahead, her hand gripped around the reins as she led the mare toward the track. Focus on what lay ahead had ensnared her in the silence and a determination had caused a slight frown to furrow her pale brow. There was something about Alexia which did not seem normal, but those who knew her knew exactly what was bothering her. The Unicorn Horn was the closest racing series to the annivesary of her parent's death - she wanted to do them proud and provide them with a win.
As she climbed upon the mare she stared up iinto the moon and sorrow passed over her face. "Why must you haunt me so?" she questioned thin air. "All I want to do is forget." From the stands, Matthias wished he could hear what she was saying. He had been worried about her as she became more and more withdrawn and did not really know how to breech the topic with her. It wasn't exactly a normal problem... This was something which had haunted his friend for many years... He didn't know if she would ever get over the grief. But perhaps, with time, she would leave behind the sorrow. Even if she did not forget she should move on.
On the track, Alexia pushed the mare into the gate and waited, wrapping her hand into the thick mane of the beautiful creature as if in preperation for some big event and when the gates opened Mona knew what to do. She ran from the gates at a good pace and placed herself next to the rail, allowing herself to stretch out as they moved down the straight. Alexia remained focussed, pushed the mare on as she stared at the moonlit track. If only we could escape the moonlight... If only we could escape the past. Run, Mona, run like you have never run before. silent thoughts, but it was no secret that a horse could sense your feelings and with no more pushing Mona pushed harder as they came into the corner.
Stride by stride, their movement was smooth as they moved around the corner, pushing against the air which blocked their way. The mare's ears were pressed against her skull and her power was ovious as they rounded the corner and pulled out of it. So close and yet so far, Mona. Run like the wind. It is time that we were free. the crop cracked against the bay's rump and she pushed with the little speed she had reserved and was making it down the home stretch at great speed, each stride carrying her closer to her goal and soon they crossed the line. We will show the world, Mona. You will be a star.