Lets show them

This was it, this was proof that he had officially made it back into the big league once more. Felix had once been “the one to watch” rising up fast through the ranks during his teens pushed hard, too hard for someone of his age. He was the son of two international riders, his father a former olympiad until his untimely retirement. Simply put horses were in his blood.

Though Felix soon fell from grace, ousted from his family, he was now filled with resentment for them and the events that had transpired. He was here to show them up. To show them he could make it on his own having spent years making up for lost time, battling with those underlying problems. Struggling to figure out his own identity to feel comfortable as himself. He had moved on, figured himself out, learnt how to move forward. And now he was stronger now and oh so competitive.

And so Felix found himself in Japan horse in tow, himself  proudly donned in team colours. (which he adored) Tokyo itself was breathtaking by day but by night; it was a wonderland of bright lights sights and sounds everywhere he looked, a sensory overload. But he was living for every moment of it not at all phased by the fact he was here alone. Sure he had come this far by himself what's another competition and he would be meeting his team mates soon enough. That had him a little worried. His concerns growing the longer he waited, he wasn’t never great with new people at least not like this. He could get up on stage decked out in full make up, dress, wig, heels in front of a crowd no problem but in everyday life he was a little more reserved when it came to opening up to new people, that shyness soon fades and those guards fall and those who knew him know that beyond those initial reservations there is nothing shy about him. .

His first couple of days had mostly consisted of a little shopping, okay a lot of shopping the pastel haired man coming home with one if not two extra suitcases. He really needed someone to stop him never able to stop himself from buying no matter how many times he told himself “This is the last one. No more.” he knew those words were meaningless, he knew he would cave every time.

Soon enough the competition was upon him. He would be 2nd out and set to ride as an individual for this leg of the competition. At least this way he would be able to report back to the rest of the team, possibly point out a few little tricks that might give them the edge on the others.

It was an early start and how he hated getting up at the crack of dawn. By the time he was in the warm up he was only really beginning to wake up properly going through the motions rather absentmindedly at first. He began to become aware of the crowds gathering and was sure that later in the day the crowd would be at maximum capacity. Passing a final good luck to his teammate Felix returned to warming up the grey, putting him over the fences, the stallion keen and seeming to be more than willing to work with him this morning. It was only when he heard the sharp “Oohf” of the crowd that his attention was drawn to the unfolding drama in the arena. The competition already claiming it’s first victim, his team mate none the less. Sitting there quietly atop the grey Felix watched on, chewing on his lip as the medics checked Devin over, bringing in the stretcher  as agroup of people attempted to catch the mare who trotted about, head high, tail flagged darting away from capture.

“Focus, you got this Felix, remember why you are doing it.” He tried to pep himself up a bit as They walked into the arena Nomadic prancing beneath him feeling  those nerves building up inside his rider after Devins fall had thrown Felix and allowed an opportunity for those worries sneak in.

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