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E1S4 - Nation of broken hearts

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The rhythm. Their breaths almost joined into one, just as their bodies. He could feel sweat trickle down in between his shoulder blades. The blissful burn in his loins. He felt her stretch out under him and they flew towards the finish line. “That's my girl...” Jack cooed as he stroke the sweaty neck of the filly. Royal snorted, giving a head shake like she got annoyed with the touch as he gently squeezed the reins to make her slow down. There was just a moment of hesitation but then the filly gave in to his command without much of a fuss. Just another headshake. To keep her good mood he didn't stroke his neck again like he would do with the others.

While she was a snotty princess so to speak, hating getting dirty, and had the utmost need to have her tack lay perfectly, the less tack the better. She was obedient on the track and wouldn't dream to fight the rider, like pulling the reins out of his hands after taking the bit. Off the track however, she was different, very different. She could be the giver of bountiful bitch faces when you simply looked at her in what she probably would claim to be the wrong way, or when she was being groomed. It could be plenty of cowkicks and sour faces. She would never really bite but she always had the face of a very mean horse if you came close. Royal was very far from a cuddly horse as one might easily would have guessed. It was like the filly thought that the touch of a ‘commoner’ would soil her hide in the most dreadful of ways.

One time, as they trained with the starting gates there had been a good rainfall the previous night, and it had created a big sloppy puddle where they had the starting gate they would load her into. They had quickly learned how Royal felt about the touching of hands on her hindquarters, to get pushed in as well as stepping into the disgusting mud. So, to keep her happy he had to keep the touching to a minimum. At least she was ‘fine’ with one pet on the neck or him using his knuckles to urge her on. One had to be happy for the small things. Perhaps Royals moody ways was one reason why he liked her. He had to fight to get her approval. He was still living on the one time she had actually acted friendly towards him. The filly had put her nose against his neck, nuzzling it softly with her upper lip and he had to restrain himself from reacting even if his ticklish nature wanted him to squirm away. It had only lasted a second, then his boss had come in the isle talking loud and angrily in her phone with someone that he could only guess was the ‘boss boss’, the owner of the horses. Usually Ms Townsend was somewhat level headed but something with Mr Darcy always got on her nerves.

After a little while he slowed even further, down to a walk. He let his feet out of the stirrups and let the reins get long. She was the last horse for him to work today and he liked it that way. When it was just him and her, and he could take his time cooling her off. A time when he could be himself. He began to whistle a tune and the filly turned an ear towards back to listen.

“Things ended quite bad with Mona, Royal...I didn't really mean to hurt her feelings but...you know...I did tell her I wasn't one that did relationships. Isn't that what chicks want...honesty? Still I get shit for it. It was the same with Sarah, Lola, Betty...and..whats her name...Bella? It turned out she was Betty's sister.” The filly snorted and shook her head like she had an opinion on the matter. “Hey now! To my defence...I didn't know, ok! Or the fact they shared the place...or that Betty never told her sister about me...or that Bella never told Betty about me either. It's actually me who got in a very awkward situation...like there in the bed with Bella...and Betty walking in on us...and...then...jebus holy cod, you should have seen the drama club, girl... I was kicked out in just my birthday suit...I had to nick some clothes from the neighbours clothing line...some fat chicks dress...it was pink and had...kittens on it.” The jockey shuddered. "Lucky for me it was getting dark..."



Flint grey eyes followed his way around the track. Jetta liked that he took his time with the horses. After she had given him the ok for full speed and she had clocked the horse, he always made sure to cool them properly. She had seen many be sloppy about it and it always got back to you in one way or the other. Soon the youngsters first race would come up and they would trade this training track to the real one. They would get their own barn, and the girls would run under Mr Darcy’s colors. She would officially be written out as the trainer on the card. The woman sighed as her fingers came up, touching the small cross that hung around her neck. Would he see her name? Did he think of her like...she thought of him? Jetta nibbled her lowerlip. She never let her mind stray there for too long but...what if...he...No...no of course he was...alive. Another sigh and she turned, leaving the rider and the horse to themselves. She had to check on the other horses anyway, making sure they didn't have any heat in their legs.
More of just...random.... Brain have still not figured out the storyline...so Im just winging it as it goes, and try to get inspirations from the like of for example scaramouche2802 or thunderjam12 
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Tjihopp's avatar
...det Helsinki sa om första raderna. Jag ba: OK. Det blev intimt fort här. XD

Ja jag vet att jag är typ 20 år sen med att läsa det här