He placed second! Proof: [link]
Here it is, what I've been waiting for, the WSCC entry! My best piece EVER! I'm so proud of this!Horse's Name:
ps IlariHorse's Reference: [link]Horse's Merit Status:
Level TwoHorse's Past Monthlies Entered and Placing/Proof:
Placed 2nd proof: [link]
tied for second, proof in comments
placed second proof in comments
Placed First Proof: [link]
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2012 Caucasus Mountain Endurance
Placed First, Proof: [link]
Placed First Proof: [link]
Second place (?) Proof: [link]Horse's Past Other Races and Placing/Proof:
Oriental Horse RPG's Mini Show
Placed sixth proof: [link]
Akhal Teke Breeders Mini Show
Placed First [link]
HARAE race 6 furlongs
placed 13 proof: [link]
?Bonus entries for this event
Nascence (arrival) [link]
Threshold (for fun pic) [link]Link to this event journal [link]
And now, story time!!!
Music [link]Candy had fretted over this night. She worried about the slick track, how Ilari would do, if they'd fall, and the dark stretch at the very end. She shivered and gulped down some air as Jack led her and Ilari over to the gate. It had gotten cold in the past few days, which would bring no good for them on the track. They were going up against the best of the best, all different breeds, from paints to teke's, thoroughbreds to arabians, all good in their own right.
"You'll do fine. Just trust Ilari, he hasn't let you down yet." Jack said to her as Ilari walked into the gate. She turned back to say something sarcastic, but he was already gone to the stands.
Sitting there, waiting was almost to much to bear. Trying to find her calm, she patted Ilari, feeling reassured by his presence. Taking deep breaths, she let all her thoughts go, just letting the moment take her. Feeling Ilari tremble beneath her, the snorting and squealing of their competition, she let it all in, and emptied her mind.
The gates thrusted open, breaking the quiet tranquility of the moment. Snapping her eyes open, she had no need to urge Ilari out of the gate. His ears perked forward, as he rumbled away from the gate, going stride for stride with the other horses. The exhilaration hit Candy then, feeling the wind rush past her, and chunks of frozen earth whiz past her and Ilari.
She grinned, feeling the adrenaline pump through her. Ilari worked hard, sounding like a freight train. He gave a bit of a snort as another horse cut in front of him, flinging an ice chunk that scraped Candy's cheek. Candy ignored the pain, didn't even feel it, and gently guided him over to an opening on the right. With there being no turns on this race track, being on the outside was just fine with Candy. Ilari had always liked being on the outside.
As the roared across the track, thoughts of their year passed through Candy's mind. She at first hated riding Ilari, him being the goof ball and not a large horse, but had grown to care more and more for him. Taking him out to the track had become a joyous time, feeling the wind roar in her ears, the adrenaline pumping through as she thought that any moment could be their last, but always making it through. Going over to the Caucasus Mountains with him, sharing such an experience with him. That had been their crowning moment, not the victory, but the journey they had embarked on.
As they approached the dark stretch, Candy seemed to snap back to reality. She checked where the other riders were. She didn't want to be in the middle of a traffic jam once they hit the dark. Moving Ilari off to the side where no one was, she relaxed a little.
It seemed to swallow everything, light and sound. Ilari gave a slight squeal at the dramatic change of lighting, but kept his pace steady. It seemed all to quite, scaring Candy a little. She couldn't hear the other racers. She hoped no one had gotten hurt in the change. She loosened on the reins, giving Ilari his head. He could see better than she ever could in the dim light, it would do them no good for her to pull him around and cause an accident because she couldn't see. Jack and Dominic had thought that it was a stupid idea, that he'd run all over the course, but she had trained him in the night, to get used to not having the constant pressure. She trusted him, and more importantly, he trusted her.
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