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It was yet another soggy day at the racetrack. Dara was frustrated; nearly this entire racing season has been wet and of her two runners, only one was a mud-lover. But, despite the adverse conditions, her giant black colt Abaddon seemed to find his own inner strength and forge onward. The black colt and his bright bay cousin dominated the track the moment they stepped foot on it, and their presence and racing prowess seemed to draw the crowds, at least those who didn't mind the weather. After a four week rut of placing second, Abaddon managed to secure a first place winning on week eight of the League season. After that, he couldn't be stopped. The money kept flowing in, and after expenses were paid, the Farm finally found itself with enough extra earnings to dote on their horses.
Fallen Angel began her romps in the mud as well, showing the field how to win when the track is less than ideal. Her cold, calculating attitude was something to behold as she broke from the gate and powered her way through the field to take first place three weeks in a row.
Today was no different. Fallen Angel broke from the gate a tad slow and found herself in the back of the pack but made up ground in no time, jockey Daniel wormed his way between runners and flying mud to take the lead and when he gave the bay filly her head, she took possession of the bit and surged forward, leaving the other runners behind her.
Later that day, on the last race, Abaddon was set to run in the longest race of his career, a 10 furlong ride that would either prove his mettle, or find him wanting. Daniel was concerned about the length of the race; Abaddon had never run anything even close to this. Dante was confident that the son of Poltergeist would power on home and place well.
A rather large crowd had gathered to watch the long race; the horses loaded up without a hitch and, with the chiming of the bell, broke free on the start of the race. Abaddon, once again, slipped in his excitement to get to the lead and when he regained his footing, found himself in far back, twenty lengths behind the leaders...who were still pulling away. Daniel swore as he looked at the horses far ahead and wondered how he was going to explain this to his boss...
Underneath him, he could feel Abaddon collecting himself and extending with measured strides, very unlike his usual frantic churn of limbs. Daniel settled down for the ride and held on to the colt's black mane, figuring that Abaddon knew what he was up against and knew what he had to do to make up for lost time and lost ground. With ears pinned back against his neck, he charged forward with giant strides, eating up the ground as if he was flying. Within moments he overtook the back runners and ran wide, catching up to the middle of the pack before settling into conserve his remaining energy. The three leaders were still some twenty five lengths ahead, and half the race had already been run. Without guidance from his rider, the colt weaved his way between horses and found himself in empty space with only the front runners ahead. That was when Daniel felt the colt explode under him, even under a moderate hold, and as he watched in shock, Abaddon caught up with the runners, overcame them, and opened up an eight length lead before flashing under the wire to a standing crowd. It was one of the most impressive displays of horsepower anyone had ever seen on the track.
After the race, Dante noticed a slight limp in the colt's walk and immediately had a vet check him out. It was nothing serious, just strains on the muscles from the extraordinary gallop. The colt was exhausted too-for once he didn't try to rip of the groom's fingers as he tried to remove the bridle and replace it with his halter.
Everyone was happy; one week left then they all could go home and relax for the off season.
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