The man led the stallion into the arena. He was dark bay, and quite tall and elegant. His muscles bunched under his dark chocolate coat as he pranced while the stable hand led him across the arena. His white hooves sliced the sand, two even white socks on his back leg emphasizing them. He calmed quickly, walking gracefully and peering around at the surrounding people, showing off the thin blaze running down his nose.


Another hand brought in another stallion. His red coat shone in the light as he skipped a little, bobbing his head excitedly. He had a broad white stripe down his nose, and no socks. His eyes danced as he flicked his tail, still bouncing around as the stablehand stopped. Around the same height as the other, if not a little taller, and just as packed with thick muscle under sleek and elegant coat. He pawed with one of his grey hooves, bobbing his head again.



The two were for sale, under one condition; they had to stay together. They were foaled the same night in stalls beside one another, were weaned together, trained together, and even broke the fence between their stable yards so they could graze together. They were best friends, and to separate them was disastrous. Both race horses would go together, or not go at all. That was the deal