Post by S u N f r O s T ~ on Jun 3, 2014 16:19:32 GMT -5
DEMONIC DESIRES AND AMBER BLACK
ATHENA'S DESIRES AND HENNA TURATH
Henna Turath glanced at the workout board and swore at what she saw. In moments she was racing down the barn aisle, past the confused and sometimes irritated horses whose heads dangled out of their stalls in consternation as she darted past. But Henna was on a mission now, for two reasons; one, she was late to the workout, and two, it was a sibling faceoff. Demonic Desires versus Athena's Desires. A workout pairing she had been promised ever since Athena had been declared her mount through SOPS's traditional rider tryouts. And it was finally happening, while she was late! Henna made record time as she got outfitted, grabbed Athena and tacked the juvenile up. As per usual, Athena was deadly cold in manner as she was prepared for the track. No emotion flitted across the filly's face despite Henna's hectic manner. By now, Athena knew that she just had to bear Henna long enough for her rider to take her to the track. The barest of affection was felt by Athena towards Henna, though the affection did have its moment to shine, such as when they were in full flight down the stretch and en route to winning a race.
Athena was fluid as liquid fire as she strode purposefully to the turf, rider securely in the saddle and looking out at the turf track. She saw the black form of Demonic Desires, deadly still with a smirking Amber in the saddle. Golden eyes glaring, Henna Turath immediately made her way right over, for the moment letting her emotions override her concern for Athena's reaction to the sight of a competitor. Athena's stride quickened as she caught sight of the other horse. Demonic Desires was impressive to look at, that was for sure. The sprinter's muscles bulged, and his head was held arrogantly as he eyed the small Athena like she was a bug about to be squashed. As the pair finally stood eye to eye, Henna began her tirade. WHY are we working these two out now Amber? Seriously? Athena is fantastic, but she's not fully developed yet! A predatory grin slowly crept up Amber's face. Demon shifted as he felt the change in his rider's mood. He loved this mood of Amber's - her unceasingly competitive one. Backing down? she softly intoned, green eyes glittering. Henna knew there was only one response to that - a steely glare, but the challenge had been posed and now she could not back down.
Amber smirked. Her gaze wandered over Athena's form. The petite juvenile filly really knew how to move her legs fast. She noted the similar muscular structure, the exact same shade of black in their coats, the fierce competitiveness in their eyes. Deadly Desires had played the strongest role in shaping the physical make-up of both of her offspring. However, Athena had inherited her sire's height and dislike of distances beyond seven furlongs. Demon had inherited the outrageous precociousness of Speed Demon's offspring. As Demon's second-most successful son after Mastermind, Demonic Desires had big hooves to fill and boy was he filling them. Athena was also proving to be a massive success. Amber smirked. These two pleased her to no end. Brilliantly crafted breedings had resulted in amazing foals. We're doing a four furlong gallop, four furlong sprint. Don't chicken out on me Turath. I know it's over seven furlongs. Henna stuttered as Amber laughed and wheeled away on Demon. Henna barely had to recollect herself, but Athena's was coiled like a snake. Burning with sudden rage, Athena darted after Demon. She had one of the quickest breaks Henna had ever ridden through, and she was almost never beaten to the punch.
Athena was on a warpath from the beginning. A battle with her rival and twin brother Winged Pegasus last out had burned her alive, and now she was furious as well. She was going to do the cooking this time around. She charged up Demon's side and wrenched the lead away from him. Demon's amusement was palpable in the air as the arrogant colt settled comfortably on her inside. Demon was content to let his young sister cook herself into oblivion with her anger if she chose. Amber smirked as Henna took a tight hold on Athena, holding the black filly from shooting off like a comet into the sky. Athena was not one to be trifled with, and almost immediately began to give Henna some problems. Henna remained firm in her direction, though, and that if anything made Athena respect her. After a quarter mile Athena backed off, settled down on the lead. Demon quickened his stride then, moving up to stay nose to nose with the juvenile. Athena snorted, and ears pinned made to take off again. Amber smirked as she felt the self-satisfaction oozing out of Demon's pores. He had found the button to push.
Unfortunately, he would run out of time to push that button. It was time for the final stretch. The horses accelerated side by side, with Demon proving to have the faster kick as he rolled into the lead and started going away almost without effort. Athena's Desires snorted, eyes furious and moved her legs faster. She stayed the flight of Demon, and then in a sudden gear hunted the other black down. Two lengths, one, a half length...there was half a furlong left in the sprint and Athena was coming down strong. Hell bent on catching her new rival, Athena managed to pull up alongside just as the wire hit. Henna was smirking in triumph, but so was Amber. See Amber? Demon's not the big, bad wolf. We nearly got you! Amber snorted. Demon had another gear left. Henna's jaw dropped. No way! At that speed? She recollected herself. I'll let you know Athena did too! Amber laughed, sent a genuine smile in Henna's direction. Whatever the case, young Padawan, Athena did well and so did you. After this bullet workout...who knows where they may go. And judging by the way Krystal over there is smiling... She nodded in direction of said woman, who was grinning broadly at the stopwatch in her hand. ...I would say the time is stupendous too.
