Registration Number: 3
Show: 2015 Travers stake
Horses Name: WPF The Apocalypse (Also Finest blood)
Riders Name: Katalina Viola Akridge
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Previous Experience: ::The winter race:: 4th place   2015 Haskell Invitational 4th Place 
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Prizes Donated:  Half Body Portrait - Travers stakes

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Once again, Apollo showing off the shear strength she has in those hind quarters of her It's amazing she hasn't killed another horse yet (Also the reason she is wearing different head stall is because the mare was being difficult and wouldn't let anyone put the second part on; Hence her misbehaving and rearing up while in mid run )

Also if anyone drew her with her other pieces of tack on, It's totally fine and no need to edit! I didn't get this up as earlier as like and because things got busy, I wasn't able to take the time I wanted too. So, no need to change tack entries or anything like that, totally my fault for not getting this done sooner ^^

Story: (Word count: 314) This takes place before they go out onto the track and just Katalina struggling with her.

“Apollo!” Katalina exclaimed, the mare trying to rear up while getting the hackamore put on. The fiery red mare tossed her head and pinned her ears, now all four on the ground with the exceptional back one threatening to kick the red head. Apollo's temper had been getting out of control and becoming more difficult to deal with. Usually she was quite behaved while getting her tack put on but not this time. The mare flared her nostrils, watching as Katalina walked away with a big sigh of frustration. Katalina set the hackamore on the chest, her lips pursed as she tried to debate whether to continue to race the mare or not. Even if it was a small piece of tack, it was an important piece, one that gave Katalina extra control over the 17 hh power house of a chestnut. “Guess we'll go on” she muttered, going over and adjusting the headstall that was already on her head. “Behave” she warned, staring up into the mares blue, green, brown eye. Apollo nickered softly and showed her upper lip, now more relaxed since Katalina wasn't trying to put that strange device back on her head. Mindlessly, she chewed on the big, watching Katalina as she fixed the headstall. After Katalina finished readjusting the headstall, checking the mares girth and everything else, she began to lead her out of the stall, praying everything will go their way this time. The mare was placing fourth which wasn't a bad number at all but Katalina knew she could do so much better, it was just Apollo tired herself out with the rearing and bucking and trying to fight while getting into the gates and even while on the track. There was some work needed to be done with her....Maybe that was an understatement, there was a LOT of work needed to be done with her.

On the track: (Word count: 261)

The man circled WPF The Apocalypse in a circle a couple times, the mares body tensed and ready to run. Everything was going to slow for her liking and you could feel she was ready to run her heart out. Snorting loudly, she bobbed her head in frustration, finally calm enough to enter these giant metal cages. The man pat the mare on the shoulder and told Katalina good luck before leading her and her large red mount into the gates. Once she and a couple others were finally lead into the metal cages, the doors shut behind their rumps. Apollo's full attention was on the track in front of her, her muscles tense and ears perked. Her tail swished impatiently while she seemingly did a small dance in place. The sounds of the horses screaming around her and the noises of the speaker were no more to the giant mare, no, the only thing she wanted was to run and show that she had what it took to win this race. Katalina leaned down onto the mare, taking the reins and a handful of Apollo's mane into the grasp, waiting patiently for the gates to open and preparing herself for when the mare would bust out of the gates. It seemed like both horse and rider were only zoned on to each other and the big stretch in front of them. A loud bell rang and a the speaker shouted “Their off!” the gates clanked open and the mare shot out of the gates like a bat out of hell.  

Total of words written: 575

 Tools used 
Intuos 3 graphics tablet
Adobe photoshop CC 2014
Dee/Miner (C) angry-horse-for-life 
Art/ The Apocalypse (C) Winter-Pine-Farms 

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