Determination

Horse - BTs Landshark
Jockey - Dylan Coyne 
Trainer - Dmitriy Mikhailov
Show - WBS Weekly Races
Class -  WBS Weekly Thoroughbred Flat Race  

Once again apologies for the story they really aren't my strength

My anatomy didn't 100% fail today

Story - 514 words 
Here they were again the Blacktyde crew were becoming something of regulars at White Blood Stables, They were returning with a black colt and a palomino filly, two of their two year old future G1 hopefuls in an effort to put some race and travel experience on them before they began gearing up toward the big races in their third year. The pair were polar opposites not only in looks but also  in attitude the filly was calm, mature and easy going meanwhile the colt was sharp, manipulative, full of energy with a nasty aggressive streak. Fortunately for his jockey and the others around him, when he stepped foot onto the track his focus was solely on winning rather than lashing out at those around him. He was living up to his reputation as he was  lead towards the stalls creating a lot of noise and fuss making sure all eyes were on him whilst giving Brent, his handler a hard time. There were a number of other horses already settled in when they arrived including TS Hand Grenade and MH The Long Run.  The Black colt stood tall his ears pinned back anytime anyone passed too close. He kept a close eye on the other horses, watching intently as one of them was led outside landshark made his opinions clear stomping the ground as the other horse passed by.  "Oi that's not called for" Brent exclaimed sternly directing it towards the colt. He had a love hate relationship with the colt on one hand he found himself being pushed and pulled around by him and fighting to keep him under control, but these moments well and truly made up for by the rare gentle, affectionate side that landshark showed when he let his guard down.

Brent made quick work of grooming the colt opting not to tie up his mane despite there being ample time left as he knew he would only need to turn his back for five minutes and he would find the colt attempting to rub them out.  Soon it was time to lead out to the parade ring area, a small crowd had gathered to take a look at the horses as they were lead around. Landshark seeing he was in front of a crowd put on a show prancing along showing off his athletic figure to those nearby, remaining quite easy to lead much to Brent's relief.

Landshark loaded into the Gates alongside MH The Long Run a sleek chestnut stallion two years Landsharks elder. He was up against some stiff competition from the more experienced horse but he was not one to be intimidated by such things, when he set foot on the track his a steely sense of determination swept over him as his competitive streak kicked in. He stood in the gates snorting impatiently as he waited for  the buzzer to sound, soon his wait was over the bell sounded the gates crashed open and Landshark Launched himself out onto the track ears pricked up and eyes bright as his hooves thundered along beneath him.

Horse ref (not traced ) Horse Stock by DalRiataStables