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     Diva truly was happy for her friend, but she still wished it was her. Sure she might be there one day, but racehorses only race for about 2 to 3 sometimes even 4 years. She tried to keep her mind off of negative thoughts as she munched on her meal. Not long after, and the sun was almost down. Diva was tired from a long day of training, and needed some good rest. Thankfully, that's what she got. She wasn't always the best sleeper, but when she needed to the most, she did sleep well.

Chess
Chess lifted his head up, staring at Fernando who passed by pulling on his gloves.. He must've been riding another horse today? Chess rolled his eyes, as his back pasture door was open.. He'd lift his tail high prancing out of the gates into the pasture.. He'd snicker bolting forward, giving off a little buck.. He'd stop and turned direction running around as he felt quite good for the few moments before halting and taking a patch of grass in his mouth..

     Diva was led back into her stall shortly after Vinn had said the news. Her stall didn't have a run in the back, so she just stood there. Who needed a run anyway. She didn't care. Diva's attention went to a very familiar vehicle which had just pulled up. Great the vet. Let's hope she isn't here to see me. She said with a snort before realizing the vet was there to see her. Just one of those checkups she heard Charlotte talk about, but she obviously wasn't paying attention. 
     Diva pinned her ears, but followed Alaina when she attached the lead rope, and led her out of the stall. She was fine, and she didn't need one of these checkups. So how many were there anyway? The vet had knelt down by the mare's leg, and ran her hands down her leg. Diva gave a snort and a stomp with her other hoof clearly not enjoying this. I'm healed alright. I don't need these checkups anymore. She thought to herself.

Chess

Chess fluttered his ear.. He grew tired after a few moments of sitting and patching up mouth full of grass.. He'd slowly close his eyes, and then he was asleep, just like that.. He'd open his eyes to a gate opening, and birds chirping.. He'd yawn walking over to the Groom getting him. It was still very early in the morning, but saw a few cars pulled up, most likely clinical checks and much more. He was led to a post, where a Farrier came by doing his feet. He was honestly to tired to find himself wrestling with the Man.. The man patted his shoulder " That's one good black stallion you got their" The groom laughed, as the man walked off to another horse to do their feet. Busy day huh..? Suddenly a girl in a blue shirt walked over with blue rubber gloves on.. She'd touch his boiled muscles in which flexed under the sun.  Then worked her way over to his crest. She'd nod, in agreement he was good. Chess snapped " Hun! I'm hella sore." Suddenly the vet came infront of him talking to the groom " He is very sore in his buttocks, but that's alright, muscle process although." Chess flickered his eyelids, rolling his eyes.. Suddenly a Man in long yellow rubber gloves came over with a wipe in his hands.. Chess knew exactly what was happening, in which he hated. (Slightly cringe scene)-- The man wiped his stomach down, numbing his stallion keepers and cleaning it.. Chess raised his head, extremely uncomfortable in this situation. He'd snort, pawing his paw as the man nodded, heading to the next Gelding not to far from Chess. He'd snicker as all the other Geldings and Stallions around basically had to go threw what he went threw at the moment. Chess shivered his shoulder to a fly, immediately being sprayed down with Fly-spray. He was un-tied from the post, and was given to "Debby" the trainer.. He was led to a large field, and clipped under a lunge rope. He was walked around in 10 laps to the right in a power walk which took a lot of muscle even at a walk. And so did the other way which felt like a extra lap instead of 10 laps.

     It felt like a life time until the vet was finished checking on her leg even though she had said it was healed. Would they be keeping an eye on her leg for the rest of her life? She wasn't sure, but she figured with her racing again it could cause something to happen. Diva figured she might as well get used to it. The vet finally left as Diva was relieved. Finally that took long enough. Diva was led to the pool which she used as therapy about once a week. She had learned to get used to it, and didn't refuse as much as she used to.
     When Diva was done in the pool, she was led to the wash stalls. She noticed some of the geldings and stallions along with the vet, and wondered what was going on. She didn't pay much attention, but gave a loud snort when she noticed the black stallion. Charlotte came by, and gave Diva a wash and a good grooming. Once she was finished, Charlotte led Diva where the farrier was. Diva had to get new shoes, and she just stood there not fighting with the farrier. Though, she used to all the time. 
     The farrier started with the front left leg, and he asked what had happened when he saw the scar running down the mare's leg. Charlotte gave him the story even though she could tell Diva's mood had changed in the middle of telling it. The vet. Therapy. The farrier. Is there anything else going on today? She asked herself when the farrier was finished. Charlotte put Diva on the hot walker, and she walked around in circles. Diva didn't really enjoy it, but she could use a walk or trot.

Chess

Chess fluttered an ear. He was walked down to the crossties where he was tacked up in Navy green and the basic every-day gleaming saddle and bridle. He was walked down to the track, where Fernando checked his watch. Fernando got a quick leg-up on the Black colt and was let loose from stud chain. He picked up the canter as his reins were shortened. He met up with the same Bay gelding he raced with.. He was cantered around the track slowly one lap each way in sync with the gelding. Debbie stops them holding out a timer "Okay Fernando, give him his head a bit while galloping so he can have that release and you're not tugging on the mouth, as well keep your hands up his neck and allow that crop to continue making sounds to encourage him forward. Alright?" Fernando nodding, trotting off with Chess which lined up with the Gelding.. A Large gunshot Appeared
BOOM
The same loud noise rocked. Chess was leaned back and once again in the back. He raced forward, not taking long to catch up with the gelding. This Gelding was Hella fast and that's for sure and they would be going against each other this week. Chess flared his nostrils galloping forward, taking speed of the gelding.. He was much farther than the gelding currently running at 57 MPH, the gelding at 49 MPH.. Chess was leading the lead, sweat formed quickly on him as his heart rampaged. He ran the win with 20 lengths infront of the gelding.. He'd flicker an ear as people jumped over checking him, and Fernando was escorted off.. Debbie yelled "What the hell?! You have to be careful letting Chess run over 52 MPH his heart could explode?!" Fernando grinned slightly amused "Well, he didn't didn't he?" Debbie face palmed herself " Forget the letting him have his head, his still young and his quick, but we can't have a 2 Y/O Going above limit by 3MPH with his development. Not mad at you just letting you know.." Chess was covered in sweat, the wind felt nice but he was pretty sore. Somebody yelled " We need to cool him off immediately! His heart is under a Rampage!"

     Diva was being led back to the barn to get tacked up. Time for training again. When she was heading towards the track, Diva noticed how fast the black colt went. A little competition eh? She thought getting a bit cocky. When the other horses were finished, it was their turn on the track. Diva didn't really like training, but she loved being on the track. She was just glad she was back on the track. Diva cantered around the track a few times for warm up then went to a full on gallop.

Chess

   Fluttered an ear, as he was pretty much dripping and dreaded with sweat and dirty sand all over his face and chest.. He was immediately hoses down with cool water, and the tack was off his back before he even know what was going on.. He'd lower his head, as his muscles were tense and sore from gaining muscle, running, and also running that quick at his age. Made his muscles pretty tense. Chess was walked down to a stall covered with fans to cool him off.. He'd lower his head to a few flakes of Costal hay.. His favorite among all.

     Diva got spooked a bit when the gun fired. She knew some horses trained by the noise of a gun, but she was trained with the starting gate. The loud noise made her spook, but not like how she did only a few months before. Diva had gone such a long way since then, but she was still quite easy to spook. It took a couple minutes for Hernando to get Diva under control again. Once she was in control, and the two horses were done training she was back to it. Diva didn't get why she was being trained so much, usually it was just once a day. Though this one day was all training. The mare was starting to get a bit exhausted, but she wouldn't show it. She learned how to hide her tiredness to prevent getting whipped by her old owner.
     By the end of training, Diva was washed, and placed in the pasture. Instead of hiding her tiredness, she showed it now. Diva wasn't used to all of this training in one day. Why were they working her so hard? She felt like she was back at her old home, and was always tired. She was here now, that's all that mattered. She laid down, and immediately fell asleep with her muscles aching.

Chess

Falls back on his hind end, lowering his head to recover his sore muscles in his neck. He'd lean up against one of stall gates, and snickered before oozing his eyes slowly downward. A few lights were kept on but the main lights were shut off a few minutes later once he closed his eyes.

(sorry, school. im writing books on wattpad also, so yeah. 70 minutes of homework everyday, each class! so fun definitely (sarcasm).)

Burr sped around the track, his legs barely touching the ground as he easily breezed 12 furlongs. He tossed his head, and cantered on cue. His exercise rider, who was new, made him walk. Her name was Penelope, Penelope Rodriquez. She dreamed of being a jockey, but she was too tall, until two weeks ago. She got her liscense and was approved to ride Burr in a race tomorrow. Just a small one, nothing large. She grins, running her hand up and down Burr's freshly pulled black mane.

     Diva was awake after a short nap unable to get a good nap. She exhaustedly stood by the paddock fence her head hanging halfway to the ground. Why are they working me so hard? She thought as her now healed leg hurt the most out of the four. She knew even though she was recovered, it had only been two weeks since she has been. Diva shouldn't be worked this hard like that especially if she isn't used to it, but she still thought why they were working her so hard. Was she too slow? Not enough training? Or do they just want to make up training they lost while she was recovering? Diva had no idea, but all she wanted was all of this intense training to stop. I mean she could barely even stand.
     Charlotte came walking over to Diva with some grains, and felt bad. She knew why Diva was being trained so hard, but it was kept amongst the team. Hernando, James, Alaina, and Charlotte. Though Charlotte still felt bad. She knew Diva wasn't used to training this much in one day, and it clearly showed. Charlotte could tell the mare was having trouble standing, and once she was done feeding and watering the mare, she went to find somebody. She knew it was wrong to work a horse like this when they weren't used to it, and she also knew how hard Diva worked at her old home. That horse shouldn't work that hard again. Ever again. It could change Diva back to how she was when she first arrived at Arepas Racing Stables. 
     Diva quickly chugged down the water as the cold water seemed to relieve the pain and soreness of her body momentarily. She could tell Charlotte felt bad, and hoped she left to help her. This was wrong, and Diva knew that. She thought she had found a permanent home where she wasn't worked as hard, and she was treated with kindness, but Diva didn;t think that anymore.

Haha sorry for the long post, nobody hasn't really replied to the rp, and my rp, so I miss rping.

Chess

He was pulled out of his stall by his groomer and attached by two cross-ties that head the sides of his leather halter with his name plaited in fake gold on the side. He'd rise his head as he heard her crinkle threw stuff in the tack room till she came out with a red thin pad, and a brown saddle with a blue, red, and white girth. She'd throw the pad and saddle on his back, straightening it up towards his withers. His groomer tightened up the girth, less of his favorite moments. She'd pull out two black polo wraps, and started to wrap them quickly but neatly just below his knees. She'd give him a pat on his neck and a little treat, grabbing his blue and white bridle, slipping it on after she detached his halter. She'd grab the reins and started to walk out towards Fernando who stood their messing with his sleeve and collar trying to make it fit his appearance. Chess snickered once Fernando got a boost on his back. He'd been walked into the racetrack by hand by his groomer with Fernando preparing himself for the racetrack, his favorite moment of all. He was hooked off the lead, and pranced as he stuck to the rail. He'd pick up a large trot, feeling Fernando rise on his back. After 10 minutes of trotting he picked up the canter with a bit of spice, throwing his head up and down, urging himself to go forward. He saw a elderly man standing on the side of the track with a silver timer in his hands giving Fernando a nod. He felt Fernando push Chess forward.. This was his moment, to run! He'd pick up his speed running currently at 43.501 MPH. Sand kicked up behind him as his nostrils flared, sweat quickly forming upon him.

Diva
     Diva watched as the stallion trotted along the rail of the track. She wanted to be back out there, but she just needed a break. How could any racehorse train like this? Don't they have any time to just be a horse? She thought as the stallion picked up to a gallop. Her thoughts left her as she heard the gate open. It was Charlotte, and she had Diva's halter and lead rope. Please tell me we aren't going to be training again. She thought as Charlotte placed the halter upon her head. Charlotte led the exhausted mare out of the pasture and into the barn. She was given a nice grooming, and had a nice meal ready for her in her stall. 
     In the middle of Diva eating her oats, she overheard Hernando, Charlotte, James (trainer), and Alaina talking. Diva took a pause in her meal as she stuck her head out of her stall trying to hear what they were saying. "Maybe we have been working her too hard. She isn't used to it, and she should start off slow with her training. We don't want her to end up like she did at her last home," said Alaina.
     "Your right Alaina. We'll go slow, and give her most of the day tomorrow to relax. We can't go that easy though with this race coming up," James said. 
     Diva then heard Hernando speak, "I still can't believe we got that letter. She hasn't been in very many races, and she's already going to be racing in the Breeders Cup."
     Diva heard everything. I'm going to race in the Breeder's Cup!? How is this even possible!? I've only been in a couple races, but these horses have been racing and training longer than I have. How could I even be going!? She thought thinking this was all a dream. No wonder they were working me hard today. 

Chess

He'd lengthen his stride larger trying to keep a yet balance and steady pace going as quick as he was. Fernando was clenching onto his freshly pulled and cut black mane for some reinforcement to make sure he was kept stable on this tank horse. Chess made it to the finish line, clearly hearing the sounds around him as he slowed down, making out the mild clapping sounds that stood with the elderly man. The timer of the silver watch clicking once he passed his moment. Sweat dripped from his neck, and practically everywhere on him. Foam was dripping from his mouth as a added point. He'd slow down to a walk, feeling Fernandos weight ease back on his spine. He'd been directed to the elderly man and stopped.

"What was Chess time?"

" 2.30.31"

"Damn, this horse is quicker than I thought he would ever be. Just thought he'd be the regular quick thoroughbred only winning by a few milliseconds."

"Apparently not."

"Ah- Otta boy I tell you. We got lucky with this Chum bucket horse of here. Beautiful as well."

Fernando dismounted Chess, passing him onto the groom "Surprised we haven't put that horse into any races yet, a total gold mine."
He'd been walked up to the barn, his head down as steam was visibly appearing from him. His tail slightly raised to cool him off. His bridle was exchanged for his leather halter as he was tied up to the crossties and untacked where he was hosed from head to toe. Chess was walk around for any lameness that could've appeared when running, but he was golden. He was walked into the the large barn and was hitched up outside of his stall as they were making his feed.