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Post by Story on Mar 22, 2013 22:24:31 GMT -7
[Bedtime for this girl. Peace!]
"Then don't," Alexander said shortly, staring at Sadie calmly. "If you do not want to do it, don't. You do job that makes you happy. If you are afraid, you do not enjoy it. It is not for you. Sometimes, hard choice is giving up what you want." Again, the Russian spoke from experience. His first love was the ice. He was passionate in the art of figure skating. While many viewed it as some girly, silly little sport, he saw the beauty in the speed, grace, and power. It took tremendous skill to be able to keep his balance and stick to the rhythm. He'd had the choice to face the pain in his foot for a few more years before ultimately ruining his foot completely or giving it up to pursue other sports that might give him a glimpse of that same thrill of speed, grace, and power. Racing gave him a taste, but it wasn't the same. He wasn't as happy as he was once, but he had learned to accept his life how it was.
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Post by Horse on Mar 22, 2013 22:31:05 GMT -7
Sadie glanced behind her at LuLu, where the sleeping cherry bay filly had her chin resting on the stall door. Sadie had practically been raised on the back of a horse. Since the age she could sit up she had been riding and learning horsemanship. Why was she going to throw that away now? Through an entire lifetime's work away just because she was scared? Before, she'd never doubted that she loved being in the saddle, that she always longed for the world to be framed by a pair of ears. She missed that, a lot. But was it worth it? She hated doubting herself, and she let out a sigh, eyes settling on Alexander again. She studied his expression for a moment before nodding. "Thanks Sasha... For the advice." She said quietly, tipping her head. She really was grateful for the Russian's input, she just needed to apply everything everyone was telling her, and maybe she'd come to a decision.
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Post by Goldie on Mar 23, 2013 8:14:38 GMT -7
"I know, Uncle Addy." She said with a nod "It won't be hard for me to stay little though. But if you don't want me to, I won't be like you." she said, the sound of defeat in her voice as she looked at her hands that were folded in her lap.
Ethan smirked and nodded. He loosened his grip on the reins, noticing her sensitive mouth. Dancer had also had a sensitive mouth, and he had ridden her for almost ten years before she had to be put down after a racing accident. Ethan rubbed Rebel's neck as she walked into the gates. "Atta girl." he murmured and got ready for the bell to ring.
Frenchie was nibbling grass in the pasture beside Call Girl, a bright cherry red strawberry roan. The two were easy to spot out in the pasture, French Girl being black and white and Call Girl being red. The two were born on the same day, but were not related at all. They had just been born at the same stable, on the same day.
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Post by Spotify on Mar 23, 2013 8:36:55 GMT -7
Ever glanced at Ethan and smile one her face. This would be as easy as taking candy from a baby or at least she hoped it would. She leaned down, pulling her goggles over her eyes. Just than the gates sprang open and Lyric flew out of the gates, her strides long an powerful. Ever held the filly back, but man did Lyric want to run. She easily took the first turn.
Rebel snorted as she waited impatiently for gates to open. She stomped her back hoof and than gates flew open. Rebel leapt out and man did she run. Her and Lyric were neck and neck and there was no way Rebel was letting Lyric win this race. The filly was a blur as she raced side by side the just slightly older filly.
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Post by Goldie on Mar 23, 2013 9:25:28 GMT -7
Ethan leaned low over the Marie's back, the wind whistling over his back. He knew how to go fast and create less wind resistance by getting low on the mare. He tucked hi knees close to her body and leaned low. A smile was stuck on his face as He got use to Rebel's stride. He held her back slightly though he wasn't using the reins as much as he was using her mane. He tucked her close to the rail so she could make sharper turns and gave her all control to flat out run as the finish line came ino view.
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Post by Spotify on Mar 23, 2013 9:40:45 GMT -7
Rebel took after her mother, Wind Rider, and her mother hadn't got that name for nothing. Her hooves didn't even seem to be touching the ground as she sped forward, the only sign that her hooves were touching the ground was the dirt flying in the air behind the filly. She took Lyric by one stride, two strides, three strides! She lifted her head and nickered, but it slowed her down just the slightest and Lyric caught back up.
Ever's eyes were narrowed as body became a part of the horse, they were one, and they were a blur as they across the track."C'mon girl! We gotta win this."she whispered in her filly's ear. Ever dug her heels into her side and Lyric leapt forward, but as she did so did Rebel.
The finish line was two strides away, Lyric was in the lead by a hair. Lyric was sure to win, but at the last second she lost her footing. She didn't fall or anything just stumbled forward and she broke her stride. Rebel won by a hair.
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Post by Story on Mar 23, 2013 9:52:06 GMT -7
"Hey, c'mon, you're going to break my heart with that expression. You've got twelve years before you'd be allowed to take a jockey. There's time to think about what you want. I can't stop you but I don't want you to get hurt. The hardest thing is seeing someone you love in the hospital." He murmured softly. "And you're my niece. I'd be sad if you got hurt. And you don't want to see Uncle Addy cry, do you?" He hugged the little girl, trying to cheer her up.
"Alexander," The Russian corrected Sadie. His expression was unreadable. If he was to keep himself distanced properly, he had to stop going by his nickname. It was something he had allowed friends to call him, though he'd been known as Sasha by those that cheered him on at competition as well.
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Post by Horse on Mar 23, 2013 10:08:13 GMT -7
Sadie just nodded slowly, eyebrows furrowing. She glanced behind her, debating on whether to take her cherry bay filly out. She was itching to, but then again, there was a rising hysteria deep inside that she was going to get hurt. "Sorry, Alexander." She corrected, tipping her head slightly as she looked back towards the Russian. There was a pause, a moment of hesitation before she spoke again. "Well... I guess I am going to take Lu out... Thanks again." She mumbled, her gaze downcast as she turned on her heel to retrieve her tack. She knew she had to face this, and it was better now rather than later.
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Post by Story on Mar 23, 2013 10:19:28 GMT -7
The Russian nodded once in satisfaction when Sadie corrected herself, addressing him as he wished. "Do you wish for company?" It was always safer to have someone else present at the track. He glanced toward The Mighty Fitz, furrowing his eyebrows. He'd forgotten that he was supposed to meet Cyn at the track with Nightmare. If she spotted him, she could definitely join him.
Aiden was cooped up in his home now. He'd traded the violin he'd been playing for a bottle of Jack. How stereotypical, his father probably would have sneered. Aiden would have gladly shot back that his father had done the same thing. Why wouldn't he choose the same? Alcoholism was in his family, something he was well on his way toward. He didn't really care at all. No one would be affected but him. He focused on running the facility and that was it. He didn't drive much, so chances of him driving drunk and killing or hurting someone was low. He stayed in the office for the most part. It wasn't like he was obligated in any relationships. On the contrary, he was going to continue avoiding them. He was tired of the arguments he'd had with Skya, the pain from Lynn. He didn't care. He didn't need to bother with any of that. He was happier this way. Right?
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Post by Horse on Mar 23, 2013 10:24:36 GMT -7
There was a pause in Sadie's step and she turned on her heel to gaze at him for a moment. "If you want..." She said quietly, politely waiting for an answer before she would continue on to go and grab LuLu's bridle, saddle blanket, and racing saddle. She rocked on the balls of her feet and frowned faintly before a moment before her head tipped. On the outside, she looked composed, but just the thought of taring down the track had her heart hollowly thudding and her mind whirling. It was all she could from balking and deciding not go.
LuLu's head bobbed as she saw her owner go towards the tack room. The spunky filly wanted to run, and she pawed at her stall door in anticipation before circling, nickering, and sticking her head back out of the door. Her black forelock fell into her eyes and she snickered lightly.
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