Let's See What You've Got [Open]

[draseria]

Bennet could feel Snapshot prancing beneath him. Whether if it was from eagerness or nervousness he didn't know. What he did know was that he was going to test Snapshot today to see what he still had. The horse hadn't been on the track in over a year. Retired from his racing career, Bennet didn't really see the need to take Snapshot onto the track when they were already really busy with jumping and hunting training. Snapshot had been showing a lot of promise in those areas, especially in hunting, but that wasn't the point right now. Bennet wanted to see what was left of the racehorse within Snapshot.

"Okay, big guy. Just relax for a bit. We'll get to the fun stuff soon," Bennet cooed as Snapshot tugged on the reins, begging to be released. Ben had decided to take Snapshot on a walk then a trot around the track before he even let Snapshot loose. Warm ups had always been important, but Snapshot never really seemed to like them. Sometimes Bennet thought Snapshot was his exact opposite. He was always jumping around and nervous or at least trying to pretend he was angry. Bennet just wasn't like that. He was usually happy along with his calm, cool, and collected self. Sometimes he thought it was just meant to be like that. Having a horse that was mostly his opposite kind of balance things out.

Ben looked around one last time before he took a deep breath and clutched the reins a little tighter. It was now or never. He leaned forward, tapping Snapshot's sides lightly with his heels (that horse would respond to anything as long as he was allowed to speed up), and whispered, "Let's see what you've got!" Snapshot exploded in speed. Ben held on for dear life as he felt more than saw Snapshot leaping in enormous strides, his breath coming in huffing beats as his hoofs struck the dirt track with quickening speed. All Ben could do now was stay on for the ride, but that didn't matter too much anymore. It was exhilarating! It felt like he had reached a new level of freedom with this horse. He had done the same thing over a year ago, but it hadn't felt this amazing. Snapshot must have really been wanting this if he was going this fast.

Finally the pair had made it through one lap on the track. It had felt like an eternity to Ben, but it hadn't been nearly that long. Tugging on the reins, he finally slowed Snapshot to a quick trot. He regained his breath as he slowly brought Snapshot to a walk. He wondered if anyone had noticed that. Maybe, maybe not. Not many people seemed to be around at this time. Oh well. Snapshot wasn't even a racehorse anymore anyway. They would resume jumping training tomorrow. Ben gave Snapshot an affectionate pat on the shoulder. They'd have to do this again sometime.

Words: 494
Status: Open!
Notes: Ben is still on the track, btw. He's just letting Snapshot walk around and cool off a bit.

[donte12]

YOU GOT THAT SOMETHING THAT KEEPS ME SO OFF BALANCE, BABY YOU'RE A CHALLENGE

Veronica wasn't really sure why she had decided to bring her horse to the track today. She was a dressage rider after all, a refined, elegant dressage rider. Not a common jockey who ragged a horse around a circular track for a living. She believed there was no talent in being a jockey, this coming from a certain stuck up, aristocratic tart, believing that all they did was hurtle around on a horses back and take the credit for it at the end. It's not the riders who did the running now was it? Mind you, you could say that about dressage. And if she was more thoughtful person, she would be much more open minded about the world of racing. But she wasn't. The truth was she was a shallow person, and she didn't mind admitting it either. In fact she was often told of her bitch-like qualities and general rudeness. Instead of defending herself she often agreed and even proved them right too. Just to make sure they really knew how she felt about them.



In actuality she didn't think she'd ever been nice to someone. Not as far as she knew anyway.



Possibly her brother once or twice. And of course her father, but it wasn't particularly in a loving sense, more of a way to get what she wanted. Which she always succeeded in doing. And beneath her was an example of her canny ways of getting what she wanted. A little mare, pushing 14.3hh strode beneath her. She was evidently well bred, without examining her entirely and completely thoroughly you couldn't fault her confirmation. Indeed she was gorgeous too, her Connermara face gave a gentle expression and a slightly dished look to her. Her little (but in correct proportion to her actual size) ears perked on top of her poll, as they flicked around the new area trying to wonder exactly where they were heading. Hemmerly Buttercup, better known as just Buttercup, was Veronica's second pony. Her first having died at the grand age of 32. Veronica had begged to keep the little mare, who she surprisingly had feelings for and when it came to Veronica begging, it more often than not meant telling. She had told her parents she wished to keep the grey Connemara and they had indeed obliged their daughters wishes. Her father fearful to upset her.



It was safe to say she had her father, Lord Theodore Uppingham, firmly wrapped around her little finger.



Finally she was on the track, she glanced around and there was only one other rider. Weird, she didn't think jockeys worked their horses so late in the morning. It was 11am and she suspected that all the racers would have been in by now. At least there weren't a lot of them and if the rider complained she was sure to throw a tantrum. Ignoring the other rider she nudged Buttercup into a trot, she was fresh she could feel it. Veronica hadn't ridden her since she was shipped over from England, the only reason why she had brought her to the gallops today. That and she couldn't be bothered to hack out and find a decent part of land to gallop on, she knew the track would suffice. Even if it was to just let the mare get rid of some of her pent up energy. After a minute or so of trot she nudged the pony into canter, immediately going into light seat. She wasn't prepared for the buck the mare gave and it put her out of balance a little bit. But it was a minor flick of the legs and she soon sorted herself out and nudged the mare forwards not allowing her to pull the same prank again.Deciding that the mare was now ready for the gallop ahead she waited until she got onto a straight and kicked on for a gallop.



The little grey mare sprang forwards, her legs quickening as she increased her pace. The duo got faster and faster the further down the straight they got, the little pony whizzing down the inside of the track. She was fast for a little pony. And still pretty fit too, after all she was an eventing pony and she didn't just loose her fitness like that. Veronica could already feel her pony slowing down as they came to the first corner, they wouldn't go all around the track, it was far too large for Buttercup. So as they rounded the corner Veronica half halted, easing herself back slightly to ask her mare back down to a canter. Hesitantly the grey obliged, settling for a steady canter and then when asked moved down into a trot then back to walk. Veronica reached an arm forwards and patted the mare on the neck as she stretched out, her nostrils hungrily taking in the air. Veronica meanwhile looked up to see the other rider slightly ahead of her. He too had now started walking. She scrutinised the horse he had. Thoroughbred obviously, some gangly thing which seemed to be out of breath after just one lap. She snorted and rolled her eyes. These jockeys thought they were brilliant with their common thoroughbreds. Yet she noted he wasn't even that small, taller than he in fact. And she was 5ft 7 inches.



"What kind of a racehorse do you call that?" She called out to him, wrinkling her nose as she looked over the horse. She didn't say it in a questioning tone, as if she wanted to make a conversation. No it was more of a snide comment about his horse. Well she wasn't about to be nice to him was she? Especially when she, ridiculously, thought that she was the best at everything. In her mind she was right, always. She didn't bother to even ride up beside him. He was probably lucky, or unlucky, that she was even talking to him. But the mere fact that she didn't really know anyone in this quaint little town annoyed her. The more popular she was, the better she felt about herself. She didn't care if everybody knew her name for a bad reason, it was purely the fact that they knew her name. Of course her brother wouldn't approve of this, especially if she started flaunting herself as the town slut. But she was a lot more classy than that. Or so she liked to think. Really if she didn't have the highly bred horses, expensive clothing and upper class status she would be a complete nobody. And if she was a lowlife she'd probably be a prostitute. But she wasn't. The fact that people were only friends with her because of her money didn't matter to her. As long as she had a big fan base and a lot of money, she really did not care who she made enemies with.




ooc;;
notes;; eh sorry for this. and sorry she's such a bitch. first time rp'ing her. (i know he's not a racehorse, but she's sooo judgemental it's frightening) xD
wearing;; Outfit