I Am A Demon...

and you are my prey....


WE WONNNNNN!!!!![link]

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Horse's Name: Fight Club
Horse's Age: 2 (bout to be 3)
Horse's Breed: TB
Stables/Handler: Iron Dune Stable's Lance Starling
Class Entering: Dirt Classic

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Oh my gosh. I LOVE Fight Club's design... I love him sooo much! he's my 2nd fave TB in IDS.

SO why have I waited till he's almost 3 before putting him in his first race?

He's a flippin BEAST!! Mark, our trainer has had a heck of a time training this boy to stay in control and he still isn't completely sound. Sharp as a whip and devious as ever, this boy KNOWS how to psyc out the other horses!
He's violently competitive but doesn't 'attack' the other horses unless they get cocky with him first .




Lance, looked back at Heather as he walked towards the mounting ring. He smiled back when the owner flashed him a smile and waved. It felt good knowing she hadn't brought Cole, IDS's first jockey. Lance rather liked the pretty blonde and knew Cole was getting close to her as well.. The less COle was around, the better! he didn't want competition after all..

Lance focused on the task at hand.. hurtle one? Getting ON the frisky brindle that stood before him. "alright boy calm down.." he cooed softly, patting the colt's neck before finally jumping on.

Fight Club kept true to his name, dancing and fighting all the way to the gates... It took 5 tries to get the big boy loaded but once inside, he stood pretty still.

The bell rang and gates flew open. With a flurry of color, the colt flew down the track, staying close behind the front runners. The trainer had originally thought the vicious attitude of Fight Club would make him a front runner BUT in the practice races...he preferred to stalk the horses, pressuring them into running themselves harder.
He seemed to be doing this now, intently staring down any horse who came near.

As they came to the home stretch, Lance let the colt go and had to grip his main to keep himself balanced. ~He's still got this much energy!?~ he thought in alarm. ~This colt's no TB, he's a demon!~

Fight Club seemed to bar his teeth at the front horses as he came up beside them, ears pinned tight to his head.


Lance smiled a little. He could get used to riding such a 'mean' piece of horse flesh... the other horses seemed to shy away slightly, probably not used to having a colt look at them so viciously in the middle of a race..

Fight Club rocketed to the lead and won his first race by 1 length and a 1/2.




Heather jumped up and down, excited as she dashed to the winner's circle.




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Ref, my own pictures and aussie girl 7


Now I look at this, the gif file ate all my nice smooth details.. and i wanna cry the horse head especially took me forever.