Post by SigOUrNeY on Nov 9, 2008 10:47:06 GMT -5
The petite blonde gingerly led the young thoroughbred along the outside rail, circling him when he became too eager, and stroking his withers when he shied away from an unseen object. Tye shivered from the pent up adrenaline rushing through his blood. He had to do something with all of this energy.
As Simmy came around the far turn for the last time, Tye suddenly got the stimulus he needed. The blood bay jammed his forelegs into the soft track surface, baling and throwing up his head. Lani grabbed harder onto the leadrope, knowing that Tye was about to do something stupid. But that still wasn’t enough. The feisty colt suddenly flew backwards at an astounding speed, causing Lani to stumble forward. She tried to step forward to regain her balance, but Tye was already off. Plunging forward, the colt threw his weight against the halter, and the panic snap broke, sending the halter slipping off of his face. Tye didn’t hesitate for a second. His legs stretched forward, carrying him into a blind gallop with nothing holding him back.
Chris cursed under his breath when he saw the colt break loose, and Mr. Duce who had been on the sidelines, did just the same. Tye was riding on a whirlwind of speed, never breaking his pace, and reveling in the coldness of the wind that pushed against him. Chris pushed Simmy forward again, fixed on chasing down the young racer. He went by Lani, and she tossed him the lead rope before Simmy galloped on. The silver thoroughbred was beginning to feel fatigued, but when Chris asked her for speed, she didn’t think twice before giving it.
Tye was on his own as he went wide on the turn, latching his eyes only on the endless sea of track ahead of him. His ebony tail whisked out behind him, and his auds were buried in the wispy tresses of his mane. The colt’s knees snapped briskly, and his lengthy stature extended to follow the movement of his muscles. He was oblivious to the silver charger who was coming up behind him. The more mature filly was gaining ground fast, and her breath was coming in heavy gasps. Vapor spilled form her nostrils as steam did from a train, and Chris was still and quiet on her back, letting the thoroughbred move beneath him as he held onto the rope in his hand, feeling the fabric under his fingers.
Tye had spotted them. And then…he ran. More speed was pushed from hocks, the little colt bursting forward with renewed strength. His legs were a blur and his eyes shone with the exhilaration. This was all play for him, as he teased Simmy and dared her to catch him. The dappled filly took on the challenge with a stubbornness that wouldn’t be suppressed. She didn’t have to be urged on by Chris, she burst forward on her own, bent on chasing down the little devil.
The pair rounded the turn again, the colt who’s coat shone like red blood in the morning sunlight, and the dappled filly who’s coat emitted an hoary glow. Her stronger muscles and mature height was giving her the greater advantage, and she began to slowly edge up behind Tye, but not before he gave one last effort to stay ahead. He had never felt this way before, so darn free, his heart so fulfilled. Tye was feeding off of it, and he would fight whoever tried to take it away from him.
Simmy finally managed to reach the colt’s flanks, and the exhaustion was catching up with her. She picked up her feet more, knowing that if she stumbled at this speed, there would be no escaping injury. Chris cooed to her, urging her on, and slowly reached over to the colt. Tye tossed up his head and tried to stare down his competitor, but Simmy would have none of it. She crawled up beside him, never letting him get too far ahead. Chris took the rope in his hands. Giving it a flick, he got it over the other side of Tye’s neck, and when the thoroughbred threw up his head in surprise, Chris was able to grab the end of it from under his neck. Latching the snap onto the rope, Chris had him. Slowly easing up on Simmy’s reins and taking her wide, he inched them up to the outside rail. Tye screamed in defiance, and bit at the flesh on Simmy’s neck, the first vicious act they had ever seen him commit. The older horse would have none of it though. She nipped his back and pressed her shoulder into his, letting him feel her full height and weight before drawing back. If he wanted to mess with her, so be it. But he had been warned.
Tye shifted the focus of his anger over to the rope that held him, and he reared and tried to bit at it, raising a foreleg and attempting a strike. But the efforts were useless, and soon Chris had both horses going at a steady jog, Tye bouncing beside Simmy.
This wasn’t over.
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