[Faye] Just Another Day

[Anthony James Lovasz]

People often wondered about the sanity of a certain jockey by the name of Anthony Lovasz. He had a fetish for uncontrollable horses that were more likely to kill you than to win the race. He'd been injured by said insane horses so many times that any rational human would have long since given up the dangerous career and slunk away to nurse their wounds... but who ever said he was rational? If you really considered the definition of the word, it was clear that Anthony was anything but rational, and in fact did border on the edge of insane. Strangely enough, however, he didn't strike anyone as the sort of person to be insane at all. In all honesty, he seemed perfectly normal. He was possibly one of the most happy-go-lucky people on the face of the earth and if there was anything that could possibly bring him down off his high road of apparent ignorance of the evils of the world... it had yet to be discovered. No matter how many times he was thrown off his horse in front of a field of charging horses, he just got right back up again... some suggested that he was unstoppable.

Of course, he wasn't superman, and he did have a limit to the number of injuries he could physically sustain without having to take a break from his career, and after going through the rail and being rolled over top of twice... well, lets just say he thought the wiser of riding with three broken ribs, a fractured arm, dislocated shoulder, punctured lung, broken leg, and only 3/4 of the blood he needed to survive due to a massive gash in his other leg. That wasn't to say he was quitting for good... oh no, the day Anthony Lovasz left the world of racing would be the day... well, that day wasn't ever coming. He would die on the track before he stopped racing.

So after a year off, he was back... though not so much with the vengeance he had hoped for. Trainers and owners started questioning his ability and his decision making. After all, how many riders would go through the same accident twice on two different horses one year right after the other and it not be their fault? Well... it clearly wasn't anything that had to do with him... but you know how it goes. People speculate and speculations turn to rumors and rumors spread like wildfire, and before long, nobody can really tell the truth from the rumor and it all just goes downhill from there.

Undaunted, he just kept right on working to get whatever rides he could. None of them were steady, and none of them paid all that well, but hell, he didn't care about the pay. He'd ride for free if he didn't have bills to pay. Not too long ago, just after finishing a work on a horse, Anthony was approached by a certain Mrs. Payne, secretary and representative of James Michael Colburn. At the time, Anthony didn't have a clue who the guy was and honestly wasn't too interested in who he was until Mrs Payne said Mr. Colburn had recently gone off on another of his spending binges and bought himself a racehorse which had since received no training and was a terror... they couldn't find anyone to ride it anymore, and someone had recommended that they come to him... the moment the word "terror" was uttered, Anthony was in.

The horse was located in Texas, Addison Texas to be exact, so that was where Anthony went. Yes, he left the few rides he had where he was currently located and was likely to make less money... but he had long since grown bored with the sane horses he'd been riding. Even the so called "challenge horses" that jockeys tended to curse regularly didn't give him that thrill of restraining the insane exploding power of a horse that had somehow gotten itself screwed up on the track. There was a certain power to the feeling which he just couldn't get anywhere else... so screw the pay, he was taking his life back.

So here he was, several months later, walking down the aisle of the barn, jockeys, handlers, grooms, trainers, owners, horses... everyone giving him and his horse wide berth. The bay, Electric Avenue, better known as Jefe by Anthony, Tric by his owner and groom, and "that horse" by most everyone else, was not the terror for which he had come here, he was, however, nearly as bad as the other horse was. He wasn't so much insane as he was just plain old mean and ill mannered. No one wanted to come close to the horse. He had no respect for anyone, not even Anthony, and was well known for causing a huge scene, kicking, biting, and otherwise going out of his way to hurt people and horses for no good reason at all. It was a daily struggle between horse and man, and it was a miracle that the jockey was still all in one piece after this long.

He had already worked "Cowboy Casanova" this morning, and it was pretty easy to tell from the blood slowly seeping from an ugly horse teeth inflicted gash in his shoulder which had stained his sleeve dark red from its former white. Tric had gotten much better about not going after Anthony lately, but Nova still did his best to injure the jockey at least once a day, and today he had been successful. Of course, Anthony wasn't going to put his horses on hold to take care of an injury as petty as having your shoulder ripped open. To most people, that would be a somewhat serious injury, but to Anthony, it was nothing more than a scrape. Mostly insane? Yes, but that was besides the point. He stopped at the cross ties and secured the tall thoroughbred in them, making sure to keep distance between Tric and any other horses that might come by. He was almost worse towards other horses than he was towards humans. To most people, a day when you got hurt like Anthony currently was would count as a bad day, but to Anthony... well, it was just another day like all the rest. If he was even capable of having a bad day... well, for him a bad day would probably be the day he died, and even then, it wouldn't be all that bad.

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Tagged: Faye Towning

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WHAT WAS CLOUDY NOW IS CLEAR, YOU'RE THE LIGHT THAT I NEEDED

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Damn her brother. He was too fearful to handle his own horses, so often she was called in to do his bidding. Not that she had her own horses to look after. Of course, her brother was the kind of guy to draft in other people to do his work for him. He ha countless grooms, four in fact, whom were assigned to a certain couple of horses. One of those had called in sick this morning, which was a rarity considering her brother's normal reaction, which was why Faye was here instead. Thankfully it was the groom who looked after the mare and foal. Meaning there was nothing much to do apart from turn the duo out into the paddocks so that they could get out and stretch their legs. The other grooms would muck the stable out for her, at Daniel's delegation. That was one she loved about her brother, he would make sure she didn't have to do too much of a big task for him, and he had the respect of his grooms that they would muck out an extra stable for him. Even if it wasn't in their job description.



By the time she got down to the race barn, after doing her own horses, everything had been worked. Which she preferred, it meant that everything else was as calm as could be, the grooms were just finishing off their last stables and were almost ready to leave the barn. She strolled down the isle of the barn right to the end, where the largest stall was. A kind flea-bitten grey head peered out over the door, offering Faye a soft, nasal greeting as she approached. She smiled at the mare, who remained looking at her, her eyes pleasing to be out of the stable. Grabbing her head collar she slipped inside the stable and put it over the mare's head. She wasn't fidgety like her own horses, or well one of them. Gi Joe was his name and fidgety probably wasn't the best word to describe him. Vicious would be a good one, either that or psychotic. Which really, he was. The stallion had no good reason to be as nasty as he tended to be, yet he was. Faye didn't know of anything that could have made him behave in the way he did, and she certainly didn't treat him badly. He was just an ass all round. As well as under saddle. Countless times had she been decked by the black horse, this also limited his abilities. She would take him into Grand Prix, but they wouldn't do well. Considering he'd waste half his time bucking, leaping and rearing around the course rather than getting around the obstacles within the time. Which was why they stuck to Puissance's, he had the scope and he proved he was good at them. With 8 wins under his belt, Faye couldn't fault him for his talent of clearing the high wall.



Despite him not missing the chance of attempting to bronc her off before and after every fence they came across. Including the wall.



Casually, she led the mare out of her stable, who was closely followed by a gangly bay foal, by the name of Tjry. The young colt was amusing to watch to say the least. He was cheeky and impressionable and was also extremely inquisitive. Which highly annoyed Faye at the best of times, especially when he wouldn't even listen to his dam, let alone a human being. She led the duo down the isle to the large exit at the centre of the barn. Try, behaving for once, trotted obediently at his dam's side, while Fally kept a weary eye on her youngster. Just in case he started being an idiot. Faye looked down at the newly-obedient little colt. Maybe he had matured a little in the short while that she hadn't seen him. She smiled and carried on walking down the isle and then out into the open space of the yard. She noted a thoroughbred standing in the cross ties, incredibly grumpy looking. She ignored it and carried on her journey, Fally neither bothering to pay attention to the Thoroughbred. Tjry on the other hand, had other ideas.



The foal stopped as they passed the other horse, staring at him with curiosity. His gangly legs standing square underneath him. Deciding that he might be able to make a new friend the little colt turned to face the older horse, ears pricked and alert. He let out a short whinny, flicking his tail as he bowed his head. 'Play with me'. His eyes begged. Noticing her foal was distracted Fally stopped and turned her head in the direction of her foal who was now a few metres behind. She uttered a call to him, clearly asking for him to follow. But Tjry ignored this warning, ever the troublesome colt he took a step towards the thoroughbred. Sniffing at the air and to the ground, trying to make out what this horse was about. The young colt obviously didn't realise the other horse's anger. Or his mother's distress. Fally whinnied once more, her nostrils flared as she looked on, her eyes wide and ears pricked towards her son. Ready to defend him when necessary. Faye, now concerned about how Fally was acting called out to the youngster. "Tjry, come one, leave him alone, he doesn't want to talk to you." But her words did nothing, the young colt paying no heed to the warnings he was being given.




He stood just yards away from the thoroughbred, watching him inquisitively. The Arabian mare was getting even more worked up. And turned a circle so that she was facing him. Faye didn't want to take the mare over to the thoroughbred, after all she didn't know it if was intact or not. And if he was a stallion it could be a potentially volatile situation. But if Tjry got any closer to the horse and it was a stallion the youngster wouldn't have a chance. Thankfully he started to back away, finding his new playmate boring. He faced his mother and took a couple of steps towards Faye and Fally. He looked back towards the elder horse, wondering if he'd get any kind of reaction. Although curious, the colt was not stupid, he was careful to not walk behind the horse, as if he knew what could potentially happen if he did so. That's when Faye noticed the man who looked like he was with the horse. "I'm so sorry about this. Tjry." She called out apologetically, changing her tone of voice into a scorn as she said the colt's name. He seemed to ponder his options for a moment, looking to his mother and Faye then back to the other horse and the man.



Who was he more likely to get a bollocking off? The thoroughbred, or his dam?




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notes;; I love foals xD
wearing;; coming

[Anthony James Lovasz]

If Anthony weren't so incapable of focusing on only one thing at a time, he might have heard all the things that people said about him. There was a rather large array of opinions about his sanity. The conversations typically started when he was working a horse. "Isn't that the guy who got railed at the Santa Anita?" "The one and the same. It happened again a year later at the practice track too." "and someone let him on their horse? Seems a little dangerous to me." "Yeah well, you seen the way that horse he's riding acts? If I were the owner I'd have shipped it off to auction a long time ago rather than waste money on paying someone as crazy as the horse to ride it." "Well maybe the guy can get the horse into riding condition and then they can put a decent rider on him"

Granted, most of the people who talked about him had absolutely no idea how talented he really was as a rider, and even if he had heard them it wouldn't have bothered him. He knew people talked, he knew they gossiped, and he knew that there were a million and one rumors circulating about him. If he was going to let that bother him, he'd never ride again, and we all know that he was incapable of not riding again. Heck, the day he got his cast off he was back in the saddle again, determined that no amount of pain or lack of strength in that leg was going to stop him from riding again. Sure, it had hurt like hell, to the point that he almost felt like he was going to pass out, but he forced himself through it day in and day out. Of course, that was probably why it hadn't ever healed properly and still hurt to this day, but for him, living with pain was just the way things had to be.

He was so focused on getting Tric tacked up that he didn't notice the foal which was putting itself in a dire situation with the much larger thoroughbred. Tric eyed the tiny horse and pinned his ears back flat on his head, lifting his big head as high as it would go, giving him a horribly imposing look. Anthony probably wouldn't have noticed had the girl's voice and the mare's frantic whinny not caught his attention. He turned from the horse's side and caught sight of the foal which currently looked dangerous close to deciding to come right up to Tric. Just as the girl started to apologize for the foal, Tric decided he'd been "reserved" long enough and made an attempt at lunging out of the cross-ties, which likely would have snapped under his weight catapulting forward. Having worked with horses like him for so long, though, Anthony was ready for that, and before the horse had gotten the bulk of his weight moving forward, he grasped the lead which had been looped over Trick's neck and gave a sharp yank on it, successfully stopping Tric in his tracks. Another jerk on the lead and the horse stepped back quickly until his hips were pressed back against the wall of the cross ties.

Thwarted, and pissed, his eyes widened and his nostrils flared, obviously considering going after Anthony who seemed perfectly unfazed by the horse's antics. If there was one thing in this world that Tric did respect it was the stud chain, and so long as Anthony had a hand on the lead he had control of the horse. Oye Jefe hace ni piensa de ello. he said to the horse in a level but forceful tone, just giving a flick of the lead, reminding Tric that if he even so much as moved one hoof forward he'd regret it. He made him stay there a moment, pressed back against the wall, before stepping aside and letting Tric move back to the position he'd been in before his little explosion. He might try it again, but not for a while, he had to wait until no one was expecting it, then he'd go for it.

Once the thoroughbred was standing nicely again, Anthony turned back towards the girl and the two horses with her. It's alright,[/]b he said with a smile, He could stand to learn a few manners. he added, of course meaning Tric needed to figure out that he couldn't just go attacking other horses or people. There was no telling what had happened to the horse before Anthony had convinced Jamie to buy him. He'd apparently gotten away with a lot of things, and he was going to need a lot of fixing, but it wasn't something Anthony couldn't handle, after all, if he could manage a horse like Nova, he could definitely handle one that just had a few bad habits that needed breaking.

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WHAT WAS CLOUDY NOW IS CLEAR, YOU'RE THE LIGHT THAT I NEEDED

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The gangly legged colt squealed as the thoroughbred lunged for him. Kicking up his heels as he sprinted for his dam. Deciding his mother was the far safer option in this situation. Protectively Fally lashed out at the brindle in the cross ties (not that she anywhere near enough to come close to hitting her target) striking out with a front leg, nostrils flaring and ears pinned right back. The colt dodged the attack her mother gave out, darting behind her. Faye attempted to rein the mare in, talking to her soothingly, turning her head away from the thoroughbred so that she couldn't look at him any more. And hopefully calm her down. Her attention now on her foal she sniffed him all over, lipping him at certain areas. Just to make sure he had came out unscathed from his attempt at making friends. Once assured he was ok, Fally stood patiently ready to go.



Faye smiled sheepishly at the man. It probably looked as if she couldn't control the foal. But hey who could? She pardoned herself with a smile and carried on with her task, setting off in the direction of the pastures. Thankfully Danny had instructed that they were turned out in one of the front paddocks, making sure that they could be watched by everyone. Just in case something happened. He was incredibly paranoid about his horses and didn't want to risk anything with his best mare or his star progeny. In fact he was like that with all his horses. As she approached the foal started to waver, pausing for a moment to look back to the yard where the thoroughbred stood. They were way out of distance now but all the same he was still curious. With a closer eye kept on the foal, Fally noticed. She gave him a sharp nip on his rump and Tjry sprang forwards, displeased of having being spotted. Faye opened the gate to the pasture and Tjry followed his mother through the gate. She took off the mares head collar, knowing she would be easy to catch (in fact she came right up to you) and stepped back.




With amusement she watched as Fally trotted off, holding her head high and her tail higher, showing off her Arabian blood lines. Tjry was not so elegant. He leapt and galloped beside her, taking the chance to throw himself into the air at every oppourtunity. Smiling inwardly she let herself out of the pasture, clicking the gate shut behind her. She hung the head collar up on the gate and wrapped the lead rope around sufficiently. Just so it was there when she came back to fetch them in later. She gave one last glance to the duo, who had now settled down and started to graze. Well Tjry was more interested in his surroundings than the actual grass, but at least he wasn't going loco and endangering himself once more with the chance of breaking his leg. The colt was oh so very troublesome, she wondered how his regular groom managed to coat with the feisty youngster. Although most people said that to her about G. But if she didn't put up with him, who would?



She meandered back to the stables, not really in a particular rush. She had the whole day ahead of her to ride and so on. As she crossed back across the yard, heading towards the barn to collect her things, she pondered on whether to stop and apologise once more for the mishap. She decided that it couldn't hurt and came to a stop beside the cross ties. Hopefully well out of the horse's reach. She knew better than to invade his space and as she had already come to the conclusion that he was far more than a bit tetchy she decided to keep her distance. Wanting to be alive by the time she finished her conversation with his owner. "Hey," She started , pausing to gauge a reaction before continuing. "I'd just like to apologise again, Tjry can be a little too curious at times." She stopped smiling at the thought of the inquisitive colt. Realising she was now probably smiling like a weirdo she stopped, and carried on talking. Which probably wasn't the best thing to do when it came to they slightly shy Faye.



"I'm Faye by the way. I would extend a hand to shake with you, but I'm afraid I might not get it back." She laughed lightly, eyeing up the thoroughbred, who seemed more pissed than ever now, evidently not contempt that he hadn't gotten away with attacking the nosey youngster. She wasn't afraid of the horse, no, she was actually pretty used to this behaviour with G. He was menacing enough, standing at 17.3 hands and with the temperament of a grizzly bear he was hardly one you could just cuddle. Yet she was cautious of the the thoroughbred, not wanting to give him any excuse for lunging at her. Neither did she want to cause a fuss between the owner and the horse. She would much rather keep her distance and stay intact, than brave it and move forwards and possibly come out with a shoulder like Anthony's. The shoulder which she'd only just noticed. She assumed it had been from the tetchy male horse yet she didn't say anything. There was no need and it wasn't her business anyway.




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notes;; done it was a bit crappy sorry xD
wearing;; coming

[Anthony James Lovasz]

As the girl and her two horses turned to go, Anthony returned his attention to the angry horse which was now standing quietly, but ready to explode without a moment's notice. Every muscle in his body was tense, and it was fairly plain to see from the way he had his ears pinned back and seemed to glare at him, that he was extremely pissed, and any wiser man might be concerned and perhaps do something to reduce the risk of injury in this seemingly dire situation... but as said before, Anthony was not known for his wisdom. If only they knew, though, he might be considered one of the best horsemen around. He made a point of knowing every last little minor detail about his horse. From their weight from how they liked to run, from their personality to how they would react to anything and everything, and essentially everything else there was to know about them.

He was present at every vet check, and if he couldn't work the horse for some reason... like too much pain to actually ride or more "withdrawals"... he would at least push it aside long enough to be at the track to watch. He didn't just look for how fast they ran, he looked for everything. If they faltered one step he would see it, if they ran a fraction of a second slower than normal he would see it, if they favored one lead more than the other he would see it, if they so much as flicked their ears at a fly, he would see it. Nothing got past him when it came to horses, that was why he had been so good at what he did before fate decided to see how much pain and injury it would take to force him to stop riding for a time. Anthony definitely didn't come across as the sort to be that way, but when you lived and breathed horses since you were 10 years old and literally had to ride to survive... you got good at picking the good ones.

He had nearly finished tacking up the brindle horse when the girl returned, apologizing again for the foal. It wasn't necessary, but he couldn't complain about it. If there was one thing that was different between the States and Mexico it was that people apologized for everything. in Mexico someone would intentionally knock you off your horse and ever say a word to you except perhaps to attempt to make you feel worse about it. Here, someone so much as accidentally intruded on a horse's space and caused him to pin his ears, they would apologize over and over and over again. Not that it was a bad thing, and he would apologize if his horses caused a disturbance too, but it just wasn't what he had grown up with and as such wasn't all that accustomed to it.

Don't worry about it, he said, turning towards the girl, but watching Tric out of the corner of his eye, just in case, If he's ever going to make it back onto the track he's going to have to learn to give up his impossibly large bubble of personal space. That was Tric's biggest problem, he had too much of a bubble around him. He'd be great on the track if he didn't have that problem. Anthony couldn't help but smile when she said she was worried about not getting her hand back. You think he's bad you should see the other one. A day hasn't gone by that he hasn't fond some way to make me bleed, at least Tric here is manageable. He was currently riding seven horses, and four of them were ones that everyone else had given up on because of the amount of work that would have to be put into them just to walk from the stall to the cross ties. Anthony never gave up on a horse, he was certain that there was no such thing as a lost cause. After having ridden the horses in Mexico, the ones up here seemed exceedingly tame, and he knew that if he could ride the ones in Mexico when he was 13, he could ride any horse up here now that he was 23.

I'm Anthony he added, to introduce himself in return. He certainly was a curious case. He looked as American as they came, he sounded as Mexican as they came, his first name was Italian, and his last name was Hungarian. There was just no way to pinpoint exactly where he had come from. His story was nearly just as confusing. His parents were citizens of the United States who had been catholic missionaries in Mexico and had fallen from their "godly" ways into a life of drugs and alcohol when Anthony was born. With parents who were U.S citizens, but being born in Mexico, he was granted dual citizenship. He spent the first 16 years of his life in Mexico speaking only Spanish and no English until he moved to the United States and gave up his Mexican citizenship. Where his name came from, he hadn't a clue, no doubt his parents were part Hungarian and being as under the influence as they had always been Anthony was probably just some random name they pulled out of the air... and possibly not even the first one they had called him. It was amazing that someone so up beat could have come from such a horrible living condition, but Anthony was living proof that it was completely possible, after all, beginnings didn't get much worse than his.

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She smiled as he talked about his horse, it was good to know that it wasn't only G who had some space issues. Or friendliness ones come to think of it. At least she knew it wasn't just her who was doing something wrong. The black horse had been awfully behaved when she had first brought him. She had only seen him being free schooled and loose jumped and with talent like that she couldn't let the opportunity pass. Little did she know, the only reason why she wasn't allowed to ride him then and there was because she might have pursued a law suit against them. They had made up some lucrative story that his tack did not fit him at that moment because he was growing so fast and they didn't want to cause him any pain. Which naively Faye had believed, trusting the owners far too much. Along with the fact that they were a reputable breeding establishment, known for their trustworthy horses and reliable background information. Obviously they only let that kind of information slip if they knew the horses were well behaved and completely sound. In fact she had been told G had a quiet nature and was normally a joy to be around and to work with.


It was a dreadful lie. A lie which she had only found out when she unloaded him from the trailer when he had arrived. She put his tetchy behaviour down to the fact he'd just spent a few hours travelling in a box that was probably a bit stuffy and he was just edgy about being in a new place. This was wrong. The stallion only became worse over the next couple of weeks, within days she couldn't get him out of the box without leading him in a stallion chain and with at least one other person on standby. She couldn't get near him if she tried, and if she even dared to bring his tack to his stable he would launch himself at her and swiftly turn his hindquarters to her as soon as she opened the stable door. It was safe to say the horse had come on in leaps and bounds in the few years Faye had owned him. You were now able to touch the horse all over, even if he did pin his ears and throw his head around his stomach and chest areas. At least he wasn't threatening to trample you under his hooves for even thinking about touching him. She recalled the first day of riding the unpredictable horse. He had her decked within seconds, but she didn't let up, swiftly catching the horse and climbing back on for round two. This repeated until round six when finally she was able to control him, G not so hell bent on leaving her in the dirt. After conformation that he had no veterinary ailments that might cause him to unleash hell on whoever sat on him, Faye put the stallions behaviour down to his education and rudeness.


That's where the fun of retraining him began. And he had come so far, and they had been competing for some time. And with as many wins under his belt as her other horses there was no way she was going to sell him, he was still dangerous in the wrong hands and the pair had grown a love hate relationship with each other. On good days they worked extremely well and on days where G was having a bad day she decided it was just best to lunge him. It was the best way for him. The thoroughbred before her reminded her of her own horse incredibly, it was like they had been separated at birth, despite the fact that G was no thoroughbred and he wasn't bay and adorned with white striped markings. "Yes, that sounds familiar. I can't go a week without mine ditching me. Or a day without him trying." She told him, grinning that she hopefully had found something in common with him. They both had incredibly badly behaved horses. But where he had two she only had the one. She wouldn't know if she would cope with two. She had no other problem horses, the only other one was Firefly. And he could only just be counted as energetic, or strong, like any eventer was.


"I used to rehabilitate racehorses for my brother, but since he's had his Arabians I don't get to do that much any more. Thoroughbreds have a lot more spirit to them." She mentioned yet again with another grin and small chuckle, feeling that it might interest him, especially if he knew who her brother was. Daniel Towning, the only one crazy enough around here to think that Arabians made great racehorses. He'd gone and set himself up slap bang in the middle of thoroughbred country so it seemed. In fact she didn't even know if she'd seen another Arabian around the livery barn, let alone the race barn. She studied the horse once more who still seemed on edge about her appearance, but he was gorgeous nonetheless. She'd never seen a brindle up close before, which perhaps sounded odd, she;d seen them of course at horse shows and the like but not one up close. She didn't even think you could get a coloured thoroughbred, but then she had forgotten. These were American thoroughbreds not English ones. If a English Thoroughbred was pure, then it wasn't allowed to be coloured, as there was no such thing as a coloured English Thoroughbred. So when she had travelled over here to America at first she was surprised that they had coloured horses racing around the track and had tried to decide how much thoroughbred they actually had in them. Until her brother pointed out of course that they weren't quite the same breed to the traditional thoroughbred.


"Nice to meet you Anthony and Tric? He's a lovely colour by the way."

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TAGGED Anthony&&Jess
WEARING Coming
NOTES meh sorry for the wait and rubbishness
MUSE Fading Away by Rihanna
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