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Drum. Drum. Drum. Drum.

He wasn’t certain now if the pounding in his ears was from the music blaring on the arena speakers through each round, or if it was his own heart. Over and over, all other words drowned out by each thump. A ring steward with a clipboard spoke to him, but the voice sounded foreign to him and all he could do was nod.

Summer had come off of her round in a fury. It had not gone how they were hoping it would have, and Zach flashed Paloma a worried side glance as the other rider unloaded her frustration. The good news was that it had given them a good bit of information about the course… the bad news was that it was now up to Zach and Paloma to lift the Monarchs back up. They had taken a hit from the lost penalties. There was no other points left to be spared, especially if the stakes remained as high as they were.

His initial plan with Primrose had been to just take it easy, but now that would be detrimental to their success. He would have to cut corners– quite literally. Going slow was not going to pull a lead, but he had never tried pushing Primrose past her limits. They had a nice contract, one that she had agreed on with her rider. Now he was changing it up by taking a risk, and he pray that the team wouldn’t be let down. He couldn’t afford to mess up for himself either. He had made a foolery of himself in the warm-up two days ago, now was his time to show the others that he deserved his spot in the HCL. He had fought to get here, and he wasn’t walking away from this experience disappointed.

“Can I have my phone..?” Zach looked down at Summer who stood nearby to supervise. There was a couple riders ahead still, and it was enough time to try and suppress his panic. Removing a glove, he reached down to take the phone and dialed a number…. to his daughter, Emily.

The phone rang a couple times, before it cut to voicemail. She had seen the call, and she had ignored it. His heart pinched and he bowed his head in defeat. The light of his life, his daughter, still hated him so. ‘At the tone, please record your message…’ beeeep, the buzzer in the arena went.

“Emily… it’s papà . I know you’re awake… I just want to say that I love you so much, piccola. I have thought about you a lot while I’ve been here. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I miss you… One day, you will understand why I had to leave you behind… and how it broke my heart to walk away from you, knowing how upset you are with me. It was so hard to get on that plane, you don’t even imagine.” The next rider entered the arena. “I have to go now, but remember that I never stop thinking of you.. please, forgive me… ti amo, cucciola.”

Before he knew it, it was time… he entered the arena, Prim starting to jig and chomp on her bit to the beat of the music – One Kiss by Dua Lipa. The crowd was alive and she fed off their energy, springing forward and wanting to run. He forced himself down into the saddle, keeping her thousand pounds of flesh just barely there between his legs before the buzzer went and she erupted. They tackled the first few jumps and were nearing a corner. A prime opportunity to test the method. He took a deep breath, and then he kicked her into overdrive. Prim hesitated, her ears flicking backwards. “GO GO GO! Float like a butterfly!” Her rider was so insistent. Good wasn’t good enough, apparently.

She gave a defiant snort and flattened her ears. FINE! I’LL SHOW YOU HOW TO TURN AND BURN, ZACHARY!
They were heading fast between two standards. The crowd held their breaths. Just as quickly as she had put the pedal to the metal, she slowed her roll and practically slid through the turn before sitting back on her haunches and thundering forward to the next jump. It was electric.
It seemed her need for speed was fitting to her name.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bm8rz-…

TEAM: Mad Monarchs
Rider: Zachary De Luca
Horse: FDS Best Kept Secret

Representing the team.

tiny baby cloud I BELIEVE IN YOU
reference : 78.media.tumblr.com/cdbcd33919… + jumps provided by the HCL. All characters to their respectable owners.

Description

Drum. Drum. Drum. Drum.

He wasn’t certain now if the pounding in his ears was from the music blaring on the arena speakers through each round, or if it was his own heart. Over and over, all other words drowned out by each thump. A ring steward with a clipboard spoke to him, but the voice sounded foreign to him and all he could do was nod.

Summer had come off of her round in a fury. It had not gone how they were hoping it would have, and Zach flashed Paloma a worried side glance as the other rider unloaded her frustration. The good news was that it had given them a good bit of information about the course… the bad news was that it was now up to Zach and Paloma to lift the Monarchs back up. They had taken a hit from the lost penalties. There was no other points left to be spared, especially if the stakes remained as high as they were.

His initial plan with Primrose had been to just take it easy, but now that would be detrimental to their success. He would have to cut corners– quite literally. Going slow was not going to pull a lead, but he had never tried pushing Primrose past her limits. They had a nice contract, one that she had agreed on with her rider. Now he was changing it up by taking a risk, and he pray that the team wouldn’t be let down. He couldn’t afford to mess up for himself either. He had made a foolery of himself in the warm-up two days ago, now was his time to show the others that he deserved his spot in the HCL. He had fought to get here, and he wasn’t walking away from this experience disappointed.

“Can I have my phone..?” Zach looked down at Summer who stood nearby to supervise. There was a couple riders ahead still, and it was enough time to try and suppress his panic. Removing a glove, he reached down to take the phone and dialed a number…. to his daughter, Emily.

The phone rang a couple times, before it cut to voicemail. She had seen the call, and she had ignored it. His heart pinched and he bowed his head in defeat. The light of his life, his daughter, still hated him so. ‘At the tone, please record your message…’ beeeep, the buzzer in the arena went.

“Emily… it’s papà . I know you’re awake… I just want to say that I love you so much, piccola. I have thought about you a lot while I’ve been here. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I miss you… One day, you will understand why I had to leave you behind… and how it broke my heart to walk away from you, knowing how upset you are with me. It was so hard to get on that plane, you don’t even imagine.” The next rider entered the arena. “I have to go now, but remember that I never stop thinking of you.. please, forgive me… ti amo, cucciola.”

Before he knew it, it was time… he entered the arena, Prim starting to jig and chomp on her bit to the beat of the music – One Kiss by Dua Lipa. The crowd was alive and she fed off their energy, springing forward and wanting to run. He forced himself down into the saddle, keeping her thousand pounds of flesh just barely there between his legs before the buzzer went and she erupted. They tackled the first few jumps and were nearing a corner. A prime opportunity to test the method. He took a deep breath, and then he kicked her into overdrive. Prim hesitated, her ears flicking backwards. “GO GO GO! Float like a butterfly!” Her rider was so insistent. Good wasn’t good enough, apparently.

She gave a defiant snort and flattened her ears. FINE! I’LL SHOW YOU HOW TO TURN AND BURN, ZACHARY!
They were heading fast between two standards. The crowd held their breaths. Just as quickly as she had put the pedal to the metal, she slowed her roll and practically slid through the turn before sitting back on her haunches and thundering forward to the next jump. It was electric.
It seemed her need for speed was fitting to her name.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bm8rz-…

TEAM: Mad Monarchs
Rider: Zachary De Luca
Horse: FDS Best Kept Secret

Representing the team.

tiny baby cloud I BELIEVE IN YOU
reference : 78.media.tumblr.com/cdbcd33919… + jumps provided by the HCL. All characters to their respectable owners.