Arabian Nights

Placed 3rd! Finally broke that 4th place streak, sorta

Blaze's entry to ~xLadySadiex's Top Hat Show: [link]

This is a momentous occasion. I drew an Arab galloping... and it doesn't look like a roley poley pony! Huzzah! I actually really love how the anatomy turned out in general: its very 'Blaze-y'.

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Entry to [link] , the Dirt Mile

Horse: Ibn Inshalla
Rider: Penelope Paolino
Stable: Willowglen Downs
Link to Ref: [link]
URA Merit Level: L4

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Ice fell like tiny diamonds from the sky, contrasting against the dark sky to create a glittering dream scape. A petite woman hummed an unknown tune to herself as she prepared herself in the jockey's room, slipping on her boots and her silks like welcoming old friends. Pip had to admit, this gig offered the widest range of mounts she'd ever experienced in her life - from world class Thoroughbreds to exotic Akhal Tekes. No money or stable in the world could tempt her away from this.

Game face on, she emerged into the waning night and made her way over to the saddling yards. As usual, Jamie was hovering around Blaze like an over protective parent, and Pip smirked.

"Hello Blamie, how's the bromance going?"

"We're going through a rough patch I think Pip - he left me for another woman earlier on," replied Jamie dryly, rolling his eyes.

"Aww, that's too bad. I'll have a talk to him and we'll see if you two can work things out," Pip laughed, nudging the blond trainer lightly on the arm. "I always knew you were the woman in the relationship, Jay. The name was the first clue."

He offered her a leg up. "That's right - I'm the one in control. Except when he wants to go for a bit of a wander."

"Any think else coach?"

Jamie raised his eyes at the smirking jockey. "Don't fall off."

"Oh, I never fall off my rides boss," replied Pip cheekily, at which point Blaze felt the attention had shifted too far from him. Snorting indignantly, he slobbered all over Jamie's shirt in an insistent fashion.

"Don't worry sweetie, we'll always love you more," cooed Pip into the chestnut's ear, chuckling as Jamie raised his hands in exasperation at his blotchy front. "Now lets go and kick some horse butt."