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Post by kaylin on Feb 4, 2010 23:06:16 GMT -5
Tim shot forward again, so I pulled Streaks back. I thought over my options before I gave a slightly tug on Streaks reins, pulling him back same, wanting to him hold some of his energy back so we could at least have a shot at crossing the finish line first. I allowed him to run at Tims heels, back off to the side, not near the rail, so when we are about to cross the finish line we could shoot forward and possible win? If Tim slowed down, I would pull Streaks down, keeping him behind Tim.
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Post by Sam on Feb 5, 2010 0:12:38 GMT -5
I gritted my teeth. Ugh! I grumbled as I too slowed Tim. Make up your mind! Tim seemed just as frustrated as me but he didn't argue when I asked him to slow with Streaks. His ears pinned and his sire's aggressive side began to show. His head snaked to the side, his teeth snapping at the thin air in clear warning to his twin before I pulled his head straight again and pulled him back to hug the rail as the turn to the stretch began.
With a gentle guidance, I kept the pissed colt on the rail to keep the distance down.
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Post by kaylin on Feb 5, 2010 0:31:32 GMT -5
I smiled. Yes! Mission accomplished. I had pissed off his brother. I grinned, watching the colt get angry in frustration(I think..). As we turned and started heading down the back stretch, I moved my arm up and back towards my self in a pumping motion, urging the colt to go fastest. I gave him more reins, in hopes he would go faster. Streaks ears pinned back as he was getting down to business now. He shot forward like a rocket, as he tried to pass his brother and dash ahead to victory.
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Post by Sam on Feb 5, 2010 0:46:26 GMT -5
I smirked as I spotted his brother starting to gain again. I gave Tim his head and he darted to the side, his teeth making for his brother's fleshy shoulder. You got him pissed off now you have to deal with it! I yelled over the thundering hooves.
I flashed the boy a smile and mouthed bye! as the stretch opened up. Let's go, buddy! I said as my hands flew up and down his mane. Tim wasted no time and bolt out from under me as the stretch opened up completely. His strides were short and energetic at first but slowly they grew larger and wider. They began to take up more and more ground with each powerful stride. My hands merely followed, not needing to encourage him any farther. He was already ready to get away from his annoying brother. (Being a big sister, I could feel his pain.)
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Post by kaylin on Feb 5, 2010 1:01:53 GMT -5
I growled and pushed the colt a bit more, trying to get him in that '3rd gear'. When his brother lashed out at him, Streaks jumped to the right, his brothers teeth just grazing over his fur. It looked as if it did no harm. As Tim and Sam quickly gained ground ahead, I pushed Streaks harder, but he just wasn't catching the next 'gear'. Come on Streak I said in a encouraging voice You can do it!. The colts ear flickered back towards me and then pinned back against his skull. He dug his hooves deep into the turf, and took off, again. His stride got longer, and he quickly started to gain on his brother. First he started on his heels, then neck and neck and still gaining. He still was going stronger, and wasn't showing any signs of weakening, yet. I was amazed on how the colt was acting. It has been a while since we have seen him this competitive.
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Post by Sam on Feb 5, 2010 1:21:49 GMT -5
Tim relaxed for several strides, his brother behind him. His ears pricked forwards and he kept himself even. I peeked back and spotted Streak gaining again. It ain't over yet, buddy! I said as I urged Tim faster. My whip lashed but didn't touch him, merely to show him I did have it. In all honesty, I felt no need for my whip with Tim, but if he ever got too nasty with the other racers, I would sometimes need to use the whip to get him back in order. I often did the same with his father back in his racing days.
The wire was nearly upon us and neither Tim nor Streak could get their head in front. I pushed Tim faster and he gave his all for the last furlong but soon the wire flew over our heads and I stood up in the stirrups. That's my boy, I said as I ran my fingers down his mane as he began to slow, his neck, flank, and shoulders lathered with sweat.
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