{ A GREAT WORKOUT } [open]

[CYDONiA LEELYN KOLE]

Cydonia watched the chestnut mare move around in her pasture and she grabbed the purple halter and snuck into the pasture quietly, trying not to spook her high strung racehorse. The chestnut mare noticed her mistress right away and she galloped over before slowing down to a walk. Cydonia walked over to her mare and she slipped the halter on the mare's slim head and clipped it together, leading her away with the black and purple lead rope.

Cydonia led Artemisia's Kat out of her pasture and into the driveway as the mare trotted steadily next to her mistress. The 19 year old blonde shanked the lead rope and Arizona stopped trotting right away, her eyes watching the blonde carefully. Cydonia opened the ramp on the horse trailer that her dad dropped off eairlier and she walked up the ramp, Arizona following her. She led Arizona to the last standing horse stall in the trailer and she tied the lead rope to the iron rail in the stall. Arizona wasn't going anywhere but it wasn't like she wanted to go anywhere. She munched on the hay that was in there and she looked at her mistress before returning to her meal.

Cydonia walked to her locker and grabbed her purse, helmet, racing saddle, racing bridle, grooming kit, carrots, racing wraps, and anything else she needed. She place all of her stuff into her purple bag and she left the locker area after locking her locker. She walked by Black's stall and she stopped when she noticed how sad he looked. He watched her and she figured he wanted to come with her and Arizona but he just couldn't, she can't work both horses at once. She stoked his muzzle tenderly and then she left him at that, feeling guilty about leaving Black all alone.

The blonde singer placed her purple bag in the passanger seat of her family truck and she put the keys in the ignition. She turned them and the truck's engine came to life with a rather loud purr. She pulled out of the parking lot of Pinewood and she drove down the road to the racetrack that was on one of the trails. Cydonia drove down the trail and pulled into the racetrack, making sure that the trailer was safe so then Arizona wasn't in danger.

Cydonia turned the truck off and she grabbed her purple bag and purse before slinging them over her left shoulder and locking the truck. She went around back and she unlatched the ramp, bringing it down until it hit the ground. She stepped onto the ramp and she heard her mare's soft nicker as the blonde got closer. Arizona was waiting for her mistress to come and when she saw her, she nickered again. Cydonia untied the lead rope and she backed Arizona out of the standing stall, the mare's rump never hitting the side of the trailer. Arizona was fully turned around and Cydonia lead her down the ramp and into the fresh air. The blonde latched the trailer back up and she lead the chestnut racehorse into the racetrack, her bags still over her left shoulder.

The blonde took out her grooming kit and began to groom the chestnut mare, a smile placed on her glossy lips. When she finished grooming her mare, she placed the tack on her, using a simple trick for when it came to putting the girth on. She started on the near side of the horse or the left side and she put the girth on the first hole. She then went around to the right side and she put the girth on the third hole. She then went around to the left side and moved the girth up to the third hole so both sides were even and the girth was snug on Arizona's barrel.

Cydonia bridled her mare and then hung the purple halter up on a hook, making sure that everyone saw that it belonged to her. She recieved a leg up from the stable hands and they opened the gate for her, watching as she walked Arizona out and onto the track. Cydonia had Arizona track left instead of right because Arizona seems to do better this way than she does the other way.

The blonde dug her heels into Arizona behind the girth, asking for a canter right away. Arizona bucked once and took off at a canter, getting closer to where a stable hand had a long crop for her. She reached her hand out and her fingers closed around the crop when the stable hand let go of the crop. She kissed to her mare and when the chestnut racehorse didn't respond, Cydonia gave her a whack with the crop and Arizona was off after a tiny buck. Her mistress was in her half seat position and that only seemed to make Arizona gallop faster. She rounded a corner and she sidestepped to the right and reared when a little cottontail rabbit shot out of the bushes and across the racetrack. Cydonia clung to the mare's mane but she began to lose her grip and she landed on the ground with a thud, causing Arizona to gallop off riderless. Cydonia tried to stand up but it hurt a little too much for her to stand right now so she watched helplessly as Arizona galloped away.

"Arizona!" Cydonia shrieked after her horse when the same rabbit shot across the track again, running back to the bushes. The chestnut Thoroughbred sidestepped again and she reared, releasing an earpiercing neigh before landing back on all fours and taking off at a gallop, bucking as she went along. Cydonia watched with her chocolatey brown eyes widened with fear as her mare was lashing out. Arizona bucked the railing of the racetrack and Cydonia hoped that the wood wouldn't budge so then Arizona could just tire herself out but it would take a lot more to calm down Arizona than having her tire herself out.

Credit - Header and footer were made by me. The picture of Carrie Underwood was made by kristalynn of Caution 2.0 <3
Tagged - Cydonia Leelyn Kole and Artemisia's Kat
Outfit - isn't it pretty?!
Comments - Took me a little while to find the racetrack but here we go, hope you like it! I know the pink is a little bright but please bare with it >.<

[Anthony Lovasz]

Horse racing... the greatest sport there was, in Anthony's opinion. He'd been riding since he was 10, and because of the lack of care for children's safety in Mexico, he had been racing since he was 13, though when he had moved up to the States at 16, he'd had to stick to just exercise riding until he was 18 and could legally race in the States. Don't get me wrong, he didn't totally take two years off from racing, he underwent possibly the most grueling training any jockey had ever gone through during those two years. Staying fit was the number one concern. He wanted other trainers to see him riding and to recognize his skill, even if it was just on the practice track.

When he was 18 and acquired his license, he went straight to the tracks, and started riding. His life revolved around racing. When he had been in Mexico he would be on the back of a different horse just about every ten minutes. He went straight from one race to the next, and his feet were hardly on the ground for five minutes at the time. It wasn't quite the same up here, but nearly. He couldn't remember a day during that year when he hadn't had at least two races to ride in. The more he rode, the more his name started to get around. Anthony Lovasz... the 18 year old from Mexico, who hadn't ever held a crop in his hand in his life, was bringing horses up from the claiming races to the stakes races. It seemed like he had a talent of making horses into champions, and at 19 when he brought the devil horse, Shadow of a Doubt across the finish line a half a length in front of the horse behind him, no one questioned his skill.

Unfortunately, that same day was the day that his career ended. He survived the accident, and it was proclaimed nothing short of a miracle that he stood up and walked away. Sure, he had two broken ribs, a broken wrist, and his leg was torn open from the rail his horse had fallen through... but he stood up and walked out, refusing the medical help that he probably should have taken. He took a year off after that day, knowing better than to race with the injuries he had sustained. But once again, he didn't take the time completely off. He started looking for a horse to ride, and before long found the perfect match. King's last stand, a former champion racer with high prospects that had been retired from racing when he went blind. No one considered him capable of racing, so they gave up on him, but Anthony saw promise and started the long and slow process of training the animal to rely on him completely and to run as if he could see as clear as day.

Three years and a second accident had gone by since then, and Anthony was still running that horse on Pinewood's old track, though the horse had regained some sight in his left eye, convincing Anthony and a few others that the horse really would race again. He was nearly seven now, but he was strong and fit, and there was no doubt that he was fully physically capable of racing. Anthony had signed a trainer to the horse, and had signed the horse over to his wife so that when the day came, he would be able to race him, since he wouldn't be able to ride, train, and own his own horse.

On top of the blind horse, Anthony had also taken Shadow of a Doubt on again, and was trying desperately to train the unjustified anger out of the animal. Doubt was a little better lately, but Anthony was still reluctant to bring the little gray out on the track with other horses, so the only time Doubt ever made an appearance on the track was very very early in the morning and very very late at night. It was best just to keep the horse in solitude on the track until he was more controlled and less of a terror towards anything that moved while on the turff. He was fine and sweet when he was not on the sandy track, but as soon as he was on the track he became a devil, and Anthony couldn't figure out why.

Not only did Anthony have two horses, he also had a young apprentice jockey, Tristan Morgan, who he was training, as well as his two horses, Kamikaze Airplane and Media Puzzle. The three of them were handful enough. Anthony still couldn't quite figure Tristan out, but he was working the 19 year old hard and he had a feeling it would come out eventually. Kamikaze Airplane, better known as Kaze was a pain to work with. He wasn't a mean horse at all, but he had no brakes. Once he started running, he wouldn't stop until the reins were so tight that he couldn't breathe. He was extremely fast, Anthony wasn't sure he had ever seen a horse quite as fast as Kaze for the whole distance of the race, but a good horse had to be able to be controlled and stopped at the end of the race. Media Puzzle... he was a well rounded racehorse. He could be hot headed and arrogant, but for the most part, of the four horses Anthony was in charge of training for, Puzzle had the least problems. He liked to get away with things, like throwing Tristan when his attention strayed, but that was a habit that could be easily broken.

Today was another one of those long days. It started at 3 am when he got up after going to bed at 2. He fed the dogs and got ready for the day, then headed out for the stable. It was about 4 am when he first got to the track with Doubt, and he stayed out there until at least 5... Doubt threw him God knows how many times. The little horse was fast enough to be a racer, and knew how to throw a rider well enough to be a saddle bronc in the rodeo. Anthony had dislocated his shoulder at least 12 times in the past year since getting Doubt again, and on top of that there was all the other injuries he'd sustained in the accidents that Doubt only made worse. Some would say Anthony was accident prone... but those who really knew him knew that it was just because he got beat up so much trying to train the devil out of racehorses.

Another dislocated shoulder ended the hour long workout, but Anthony, unlike most people, was going to continue riding that same day. He took Doubt down to the stable again, and spent the next hour or two icing his shoulder while Alex continued to "reprimand" him for hurting himself yet again. About 10:00 he was recovered well enough in his opinion to start Tristan's training, so he got Puzzle and Tristan and the three of them went out to the track. For several hours, until Tristan and Puzzle were so thoroughly worn out Anthony was sure if he told Tristan to get back on the horse after being thrown the 12th time he would have sooner killed himself.

Another few hours later, he found Tristan and told him to get Kaze, and they were going to work King and Kaze together. When they got go the track, Anthony noticed someone else there who he hadn't seen before. The horse didn't seem all that much like a racer as she refused to accelerate when asked until the crop was used. Definitely not a good sign for a racehorse. Not to be bothered with it though, the two jockeys mounted up and headed out onto the track, keeping the chestnut and the black on the outside rail so as to not interfere with the girl and her horse. As they trotted the two equines to get them warmed up, the mare spooked at a rabbit running across the track, and dumped her rider before taking off running. Anthony glanced from the mare to to the girl, then turned King in towards where the girl had fallen, Tristan following suite, but keeping a very tight rain in Kaze who was dying to chase after the mare as was his racing instinct.

When he reached her, Anthony stopped King and held him there. You alright? he asked in his unusually strong Mexican accent, making sure to keep a tight hold on the reins. Tristan was struggling to keep Kaze held down to a walk, and circled him tightly beside King and Anthony. Shall I catch your horse for you miss?

[/s] he asked, his British heritage showing through in his voice. He and Anthony made quite the pair. Anthony looked American, but spoke with a Mexican accent, while Tristan looked every bit as British as he was and it showed in his own accent. They had been running horses on this track for quite some time now, and odds were they always would be. They were jockeys, if they had their way they would be racing until they were so old that they had a heart attack in the middle of a race and simply there. They were that dedicated to the sport.[/center][/size][/color]

[CYDONiA LEELYN KOLE]

Cydonia couldn't help but watch how beautiful her runaway mare looked while she was galloping. Her chestnut head was down and her tail was flying behind her as she made another turn. The blonde stood up and she brushed herself off, trying to make sure that she didn't look like a country girl even though she is from the country so that would make her a country girl.

She began to hum her song Jesus Take The Wheel to Arizona's gallop and she closed her chocolately eyes right when two very handsome guys came onto the track. She opened her eyes again and she watched the guys, noticing how their horses moved. She thought that they must've seen her fall because they came rushing over as soon as she fell even though she was standing now.

"Yupp. Just a few scratches here and there but I'll be fine. Don't go worrying about me now, I'm fine and dandy" Cydonia replied, smiling at the guy that asked her if she was alright. Her country accent was very noticible when she spoke and she wanted to hit herself in the face for sounding like a damsel in distress. "There's no need to get Arizona for me, she's very obedient even though she's very high strung. Thank you for worrying though, it was very sweet of ya'll. I'm Cydonia Kole but I love to be called Nia" She said, looking at both guys now. She dusted the dirt off her butt and she whistled, looking right at Arizona. The chestnut mare slid to a stop right after she made that turn and she looked at Cydonia, watching her mistress.

In a matter of minutes, Arizona was trotting up to her mistress, nickering softly. Cydonia smiled and patted the Thoroughbred's soft neck. "You're forgiven Arizona but please don't let it happen again, that fall hurt my butt" Cydonia said, laughing after she said that her fall hurt her butt. She grabbed the crop and a handful of chestnut hair as she reached her leg up and streched enough to mount from the ground. She swung her leg over the saddle and sat down, her butt still hurting from her fall. She looked at the guys before squeezing with her calves, nudging Arizona into a nice steady trot. She looked over her shoulder and flashed the guys a bright smile before looking ahead of her and Arizona.

She made a kissing sound and she kicked behind the girth, causing Arizona to take off at a canter. Cydonia kicked behind the girth again and clucked to her mare, causing Arizona to put a little spring in her step before picking up her gallop. By the time Arizona picked up her gallop, Cydonia was already in her half seat with her still dusty butt in the air. She smiled as Arizona took the first turn, her hoof beats getting faster than Cydonia wanted. She sat down in the saddle and she sang a note, her voice high at first and then going down the scale until it was the lowest it could be. Arizona took this as a signal to slow down and she slowed to her canter before breaking into a trot. By then, they were very close to the guys again and Arizona trotted until she was right next to King. She nickered to him as if trying to say "hello" to him.

Credit - Header and footer were made by me. The picture of Carrie Underwood was made by kristalynn of Caution 2.0 <3
Tagged - Cydonia Leelyn Kole and Artemisia's Kat
Outfit - isn't it pretty?!
Comments - Yay! I like this post xD

[Anthony Lovasz]

Anthony had taken more than his fair share of spills in the past 11 years that he'd been riding. Hell, the first time he raced he was thrown off and run over by the other 8 horses in the race. If there was a bone in his body that hadn't at least obtained a hairline fracture at some point, it was bound to happen soon. He had a thing for the underdogs, and usually that meant he rode the horses that really didn't want to be ridden because of their hot headed arrogance... but he could see past it. In his opinion, there were no bad horses, just confused horses that hadn't been trained right.

He knew all too well what a simple fall like that could do... especially if you were riding on a leg that wasn't completely healed like he had done. It was better now, but before it had been hell for him. The pain was almost unbearable, and adding in the drug withdrawals the doctors had inflicted on him by injecting him with morphine when he'd been unconscious and unable to stop them, and there had been days when it was all just too much for him and he had to stay home and let Alex take care of the horses for him, which killed him to do, considering his life was riding on the backs of those horses.

He turned and watched a bit skeptically as the mare stopped suddenly and came trotting back to the girl. What the hell kind of racehorse was she? He'd been riding racers since he was 13, and he'd never met a decent racehorse that would stop on a dime like that and come running back. Thoroughbreds were generally stubborn and unyielding, and the best racehorse would never stop running unless forced to in a situation like that. Doubt had done it many times, Puzzle had as well, and Kaze... well all the time. The only racehorse he'd ever met that was willing to stop when the rider was unseated was King, but King was blind, and without Anthony on his back, he couldn't know where he was, so would always stop in fear, and wait for Anthony to approach him before moving a single hoof.

When Nia got back up on her horse and started away, Anthony cast a glance at Tristan who looked just about as skeptical as Anthony did, though perhaps a bit more strained due to Kaze's attempts at starting a race with the mare, which Tristan had to thwart. After a moment Anthony simply shook his head and turned King back to the outside rail where he resumed warming the stallion up, Kaze following behind, throwing a temper tantrum because he wanted to run, not trot. Tristan was determined though, he was going to break Kaze of his run and only run theory that was stuck in his head if it killed him.

When Nia and Arizona came up along side Tristan and Anthony again, and Arizona nickered, it started King, since the girl and mare had approached on his blind side, and with a jolt, he leaped to the side, his shoulder knocking into the still irritable Kaze, causing the black horse to stop and back up quickly, rearing just slightly in an attempt to avoid a collison with King, then dancing about energetically, seeming to think that there was a race about to start. Tristan reined him in hastily, though not nearly hastily enough. Kaez jumper forwards and to the other side of the other two horses, towards the inside rail, fighting Tristan's hold on the reins with everything he had, to the point that he was nearly choking himself.

Meanwhile, King had gotten quite jittery and nervous, and spun around so that his good eye was facing the girl and her horse, his ears pivoting quickly, taking in every sound around him as his instinct told him to run from that which had startled him while Anthony, acting as his eyes, told him to stay where he was by a tightened rein. As always, King went with Anthony's demand, and though he still shifted uneasily, he didn't try to take off like Kaze did. Without Anthony, King had very little ability to see, so he always did as Anthony asked him to. He'd been doing it for years now, and he knew better.

Once both the studs were settled decently, Anthony relaxed his grip slightly. Sorry... he said, shifting his attention to Nia and Arizona, He's blind on that side and gets a bit jumpy sometimes. A quick glance at Tristan told him that the apprentice was still having a hard time keeping Kaze at a stand still, and shook his head slightly. Let him go Tristan, he needs to run it off. He said, knowing that the only way to get that horse to calm down was to let him have a free rein. Upon Anthony's instruction, Tristan nodded, and wrapped his hand in Kaze's mane, then let the reins slip through his fingers.

Like a shot the black horse surged forward, not caring that the other horses weren't following him. He changed gears so quickly that he had reached sprinting speed within three strides from the stand still. Anthony just shook his head as he watched the horse, when they managed to harness that speed and drive to win, Kaze was going to be a great racehorse. He'd bring in the purses for sure... it was just too bad it was going to take so long to get it done. Are you new around here? he asked, turning his attention back to the girl. Anthony was about the easiest person to get along with, no matter who you were.