Post by Matabon on Mar 2, 2007 17:33:34 GMT -5
[ooc] No. My head is not the size of five melons. The title is simply to go along with the theme for the March DTC, which is bragging. So don't get all huffy and think I am some pain in the ass, think their horse is the best (which he is) kind of person. I sometimes am but whatever. Here goes it. [/ooc]
The Day Before
Matty's worn Ariat boots crunched on the gravel as she walked down the pathway to wards the pastures. Spring was slowly making an appearance here and there, noticeable by the subtle signs like young blades of grass, or the morning song of a robin as he hunted across the dew covered lawn in search of worms. It was early, around seven thirty, and the sun had grudgingly awoken to shimmer down over the mountains and into the valley of Godolphin, lighting the young trainer's path as she hummed, obviously on a mission of some kind.
Finally at her destination she raised her head and stopped humming "I don't feel like dancing," by the Scissor Sisters, which she did not really care for, yet always seemed to get stuck in her head. She let out a long whistle that even startled the pigeons from the roof of the nearby mare barn, causing them to fly off in a complaining mob. "RIO!" she yelled angrily, before remembering she was supposed to be nice to the four year old colt by Smiles Boo and out of the Legend Stormwing, for his upcoming race, the Dawn Treader. Matty coughed. "You know I didn't mean that. Do, please, come at your leisure." she forced herself to say as the incredibly muscled black raised his head, his perfect black and purple blanket sitting easily on his short sleek pelt. With a quick snort in greeting he picked up a trot and went bucking and kicking across his paddock, heels and bits of grass flying in every direction. "Yes I know Rio, you are by far the most agile one out there. I mean look at you, nice spring in your tendons, muscled legs and shoulders, well proportional body. You could be a sex god. In the horse world anyways." Matty called out to him with a sassy smile as he finally stopped and shook, his long black tail full of twigs and grass. "Look at that. Not even an inch of your body jiggles you are so fit." she continued to call out to him as, with a toss of his head he cantered up to the gate and stopped a few inches away from Matty's face. "Your such a show off. I saw that stop, and yes I am sure you could be a reiner too, perfect balance on your hocks you have." she grinned as she grabbed his leather halter and maroon lead from the post and opened the gate, pushing Rio's large muscled chest out of her way as she let herself in. The big black stallion looked at her and waited patiently while she slipped on his halter and started to walk him. Long perfectly straight legs with not a mark on them matched Matty stride for stride as they headed up to the barn.
The Day Before
Matty's worn Ariat boots crunched on the gravel as she walked down the pathway to wards the pastures. Spring was slowly making an appearance here and there, noticeable by the subtle signs like young blades of grass, or the morning song of a robin as he hunted across the dew covered lawn in search of worms. It was early, around seven thirty, and the sun had grudgingly awoken to shimmer down over the mountains and into the valley of Godolphin, lighting the young trainer's path as she hummed, obviously on a mission of some kind.
Finally at her destination she raised her head and stopped humming "I don't feel like dancing," by the Scissor Sisters, which she did not really care for, yet always seemed to get stuck in her head. She let out a long whistle that even startled the pigeons from the roof of the nearby mare barn, causing them to fly off in a complaining mob. "RIO!" she yelled angrily, before remembering she was supposed to be nice to the four year old colt by Smiles Boo and out of the Legend Stormwing, for his upcoming race, the Dawn Treader. Matty coughed. "You know I didn't mean that. Do, please, come at your leisure." she forced herself to say as the incredibly muscled black raised his head, his perfect black and purple blanket sitting easily on his short sleek pelt. With a quick snort in greeting he picked up a trot and went bucking and kicking across his paddock, heels and bits of grass flying in every direction. "Yes I know Rio, you are by far the most agile one out there. I mean look at you, nice spring in your tendons, muscled legs and shoulders, well proportional body. You could be a sex god. In the horse world anyways." Matty called out to him with a sassy smile as he finally stopped and shook, his long black tail full of twigs and grass. "Look at that. Not even an inch of your body jiggles you are so fit." she continued to call out to him as, with a toss of his head he cantered up to the gate and stopped a few inches away from Matty's face. "Your such a show off. I saw that stop, and yes I am sure you could be a reiner too, perfect balance on your hocks you have." she grinned as she grabbed his leather halter and maroon lead from the post and opened the gate, pushing Rio's large muscled chest out of her way as she let herself in. The big black stallion looked at her and waited patiently while she slipped on his halter and started to walk him. Long perfectly straight legs with not a mark on them matched Matty stride for stride as they headed up to the barn.
Before the Race
"Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the March edition of the Dawn Treader Cup!" the announcer boomed from his podium high above the turf. "I present to you the first horse in today's race!"
The crowd waited patiently, creeping ever so slowly to the edge of the worn grandstand seats, knuckles white with excitement and anticipation, as the first pony horse emerged onto the track, and a swift intake of breath echoed through the crowd like a sudden wind had swept across the stands. "I give you...GS R-E-M-I-N-G-T-O-N!!" the announcer cried out into the mike, making the black's name start off soft and build up until it vibrated like a wave across the spectators, breaking them from the gaze binding spell that held them captivated to the pitch black stallion. The silence was broken as Remington stepped onto the track, the powerful stallion jogging smoothly and confidently as the crowd broke into a jeering roar, screaming their approval and waving large handmade signs for their chosen victor. "This magnificent horse is by the well known sire Smiles Boo, who was a High Times son, and he is out of the indescribable mare Stormwing, who was twice a Twilight Stakes Winner and a Legend! This black phantom of the night is as original as you can get folks! He is easy to pick out with his signature star and snip, and those purple and black silks need no explanation! Remington has recently stolen our hearts with his amazing victory in the Barbaro Stakes, then he went on to come second in this very race three months ago! Most recently we watched him sail across in victory at the Breeders' Cup Classic, smashing records, AND his crushing win in the Double Cross Derby!! This four year old, sixteen one hand god of the track has quickly caught our eyes and with his natural speed and talent, there is no stopping that horse on the track! Just look at him! He commands the ground he sets hoof upon like he is an emperor! Sheer gut and muscle that horse is! He doesn't just look like a champion, he acts like one! He is one! He knows he is!!!" the announcer cried out, totally wrapped up in his story of the gorgeous black colt that he had to stop for water.
As if to add to it Remington halted and raised his proud head, staring at the crowd, a muscled ebony leg smashing the turf as he struck out and shook his head, his black mane flying wildly as he snorted and chewed at the bit, putting on a show. Snapping his tail he commanded every pair of eyes, from child to gambler. No one could look away from the sleek and confident young horse, he was mesmerizing, a symbol of hope and determination, like he owned the very ground he stepped upon, and he knew he was the number one horse to beat, the name everyone circled in their programs, and the number they punched on the wagers; to win. Remington knew he was the best, Matty knew he was the best, and their combined determination and confidence in each other was an unbeatable force.
"Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the March edition of the Dawn Treader Cup!" the announcer boomed from his podium high above the turf. "I present to you the first horse in today's race!"
The crowd waited patiently, creeping ever so slowly to the edge of the worn grandstand seats, knuckles white with excitement and anticipation, as the first pony horse emerged onto the track, and a swift intake of breath echoed through the crowd like a sudden wind had swept across the stands. "I give you...GS R-E-M-I-N-G-T-O-N!!" the announcer cried out into the mike, making the black's name start off soft and build up until it vibrated like a wave across the spectators, breaking them from the gaze binding spell that held them captivated to the pitch black stallion. The silence was broken as Remington stepped onto the track, the powerful stallion jogging smoothly and confidently as the crowd broke into a jeering roar, screaming their approval and waving large handmade signs for their chosen victor. "This magnificent horse is by the well known sire Smiles Boo, who was a High Times son, and he is out of the indescribable mare Stormwing, who was twice a Twilight Stakes Winner and a Legend! This black phantom of the night is as original as you can get folks! He is easy to pick out with his signature star and snip, and those purple and black silks need no explanation! Remington has recently stolen our hearts with his amazing victory in the Barbaro Stakes, then he went on to come second in this very race three months ago! Most recently we watched him sail across in victory at the Breeders' Cup Classic, smashing records, AND his crushing win in the Double Cross Derby!! This four year old, sixteen one hand god of the track has quickly caught our eyes and with his natural speed and talent, there is no stopping that horse on the track! Just look at him! He commands the ground he sets hoof upon like he is an emperor! Sheer gut and muscle that horse is! He doesn't just look like a champion, he acts like one! He is one! He knows he is!!!" the announcer cried out, totally wrapped up in his story of the gorgeous black colt that he had to stop for water.
As if to add to it Remington halted and raised his proud head, staring at the crowd, a muscled ebony leg smashing the turf as he struck out and shook his head, his black mane flying wildly as he snorted and chewed at the bit, putting on a show. Snapping his tail he commanded every pair of eyes, from child to gambler. No one could look away from the sleek and confident young horse, he was mesmerizing, a symbol of hope and determination, like he owned the very ground he stepped upon, and he knew he was the number one horse to beat, the name everyone circled in their programs, and the number they punched on the wagers; to win. Remington knew he was the best, Matty knew he was the best, and their combined determination and confidence in each other was an unbeatable force.