Post by xx Sustain xx on Jul 9, 2008 1:35:57 GMT -5
x|burn it up. its not enough|x
The fillies head was jerked sky high, her quarters shifted from behind her as she moved to im her rump in Amy's direction. Amy stepped to the side slapping a hand across her hinds. The filly raised a leg and pinned her ears, before shifting her weight back again. Marien smiled at Amy. Amy grinned back, her heart leaping. She had secretly been keeping herself thin, short and leight weight. She wanted to help race the thoroughbreds. She had only told her mum about it last night, purposely in time for the new season of two year olds. One of them being Wishing You Well. The filly was sired by the great Merry Bay King, and Amy would kill to sit apun the fillys back. And so here she was.
Amy wasen't at all nervous, she simply coulden't wait. Snow Pearl had recently had starting gates built amd a new race track set up. Dirt on the inside, Turf on the outside and now they had a rail. Amy would be the first to ride on the completed finnish. As soon as the teenager was set comfortably on the fillies back. Marien guided her into the gates. Nifty was slightly hesitant but otherwise, she loaded suprisingly well. The filly was soon tightly held in the box, her nairs flaired as her chest pushed at the gate. Before the bell had even rung, she was already trying to launch herself out of the gates. Amy sat tight, reaching her hands up the fillies neck.
The bell rang and Nifty wasen't a second to late to burst from the gate. Her head held high as she longed to go full speed. Amy didn't allow it. The filly gave a bit of a swing of her hind legs, her blood pulsing through quality veins. Each blood line throbbing uncontrolably. They where on the turf side of the track today, and Nifty was finding it easy as pie. Her legs reaching out infront of her in large paces. Chestnut bod swinging in motion. Her ears flickered back, nostrils expanded even more than before and she was soon grunting and blowing loud launches of air from her nose. She wanted to run. At this time, Amy was dreaming. Her mind flowing with unusful thaughts.
They where in the Yr6 Breeders Cup. And Wishing You Well was on the outside of the pack. Taking it steady, but Amy could feel her muscles where tense, she wanted to run, she wanted to gallop. Fast. But she was held back untill a single glance to the 3/4 mark. They only had two furlongs to go. Amy let her loose "We can win this Nifty. Lets go" her voice was a blur, muffled in the sound of speeding hooves. For a second she snappped back to reality, acting it out. Loosening her grip ever so slightly. The filly stretched down her neck, moving faster until she was really galloping. Amy smiled as her dreams soon flooded her mind yet again.
Now, they where coming up to the leaders. Quickly quickly. One furlong to go. All Amy had to do was raise her whip and the filly burst forward, a bit of a grunt and her strides where suddenly twice as large as they where before. The finnish was looming ahead of them, a slight slap to the chestnut's shoulder and they where bursting ahead. At the speed of light, faster. The fastest. Nifty stretched out her head the drumming of her hooves continued, the reaching of her left hoof passed them over the finnish. She had won. Amy was suddenly braught back to reality again. She glanced over her shoulder. Her mum was jogging towards them. Amy smiled and pulled gently at Nifty untill they where in an elastic walk. She ran a hand down the thoroughbreds neck and sighed deeply. Her mum came up beside her "Way to go!" . This filly had more than it takes to be a star.
Word Count;; 667
Training Points;; 667 x 5 = 3335