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Post by melissa on Jun 6, 2007 22:28:07 GMT
The bay Thoroughbred colt blew heavily and shook his head before lipping playfully at my sleeve. Since the Bayview Derby a few days before Murder Afire had been gaining energy and was eating real good. I was still a bit worried though, I hadn't raced him one on one with another horse. He'd been worked alongside another horse and been in actual races but an one on one match race was a totally different thing.
Pricking his ears forward and swishing his tail lightly against his hocks he eyed his surroundings with interest. He was a hot young racer with a lot of natural talent and could go far problem was finding the big races that actually counted nowadays. My hopes for a Triple Crown run had been shattered when the series had been cancelled a while back. Now it was pretty much the Bayview Derby which he'd finished a nice second, the Dawn Treader Cup which he'd won a race in the monthly series back in November, the Barbaro stakes which was next on his list to run in and finally the La Copa Del Diamante series.
"What do you say Scene? Should we get out there and show 'em who's really the boss?" I asked and grinned when the three year old bay Thoroughbred whickered deeply and stomped a foot. Raising his head the young colt gave a trumpeting neigh, nostrils flaring. I laughed and quickly patted the colt's neck his leather reins in my hand. Stepping up close to his side I checked the girth before getting a leg up from one of the track workers into his saddle.
Slipping my boots into the stirrups I clucked and Scene flicked one ear back before moving forward, once his hooves hit the soft surface of the track the big bay stretched out his head and swished his tail walking easily along the rail. Keeping Scene out of the way of the other horses working I gave another squeeze when I felt him warmed up enough and he broke into a springy trot with me resting lightly over his withers.
He was such a great ride but of course he wasn't my GS Gallant Prince although his smooth gaits were almost similar to that of his renowned sire. I sighed and taking the reins in one hand ran my free hand down his short mane, rolling one eye backward in my direction Scene ducked his head and kicked out a bit in happiness. "Easy there." I said with a grin, I could easily sit to a small kick like that but it was best to discourage him from any bigger ones. |
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Post by Beckion ♥ on Jun 6, 2007 22:47:41 GMT
You really would have thought the Bayview Derby winner would have been quite tired and lost a good deal of energy, but looking at him you wouldn't have even thought he had just won a race. It was incredible to be honest, he seemed more high strung, hot headed and cockier then usual. At first we had all agreed it was just the adrenaline rush, but two days later and he was still a handful. He was a lot like his sire in his temprement now, but even so he had to chill out. Maybe a match race would help that, it couldn't actually hurt. Then again WHO it hurt was a whole different matter. Right now, it seemed like Cassie might possibly be the one to get hurt, then again it was hard to choose between the petit blonde and the muscular thoroughbred.
Watching Cassie and Prince walk onto the track was like watching a eighteen year old babysit her younger brother. They were going at it like siblings, Prince trying to break loose and bolt off whilst Cassie was trying to chill him out and get him to walk properly. It was a neverending battle, one that didn't seem to be ending any time soon. A flash of white was seen as the black colt rounded the corner, his white face the first thing you notice as he comes into view. His dark brown piercing eyes were the next, and then you saw the large muscular sixteen hand powerhouse of a body. You jaw would drop at the sight of it. It was amazing to look at, with each sweeping stride a new set of muscles rippled, tightening and extending as the huge two year old took another huge step. It was like watching a train about to start from the station, smoke pouring onto into the air, steam covering the tracks and the steel pistons moving back and forth with growing speed around the wheels. It was hypnotic. His huge black tail was thick and long, fanning out on the breeze like the proud war flag it should be. Then next thing after his body is you notice his long sleek legs, with the four tall white stockings upon them. They almost touched his rump and chest they were so long. His hooves were a light colour too, due to the stockings. If that hadn't left you breathless, then the dominating look he'd give you certainly would, his nostrils flaring as hot steam descended from them, white razors scraping against the cold steel bit in his mouth. He was nothing less then impressive.
Prince had done fairly well earlier on in his career, and although he hadn't shot right to the big time on his first month out didn't mean he wasn't just as good as any other racers out there, especially the other Prince foals. Some just needed to meditate a bit, and considering his latest win, it seemed to be going well. Then again, it was on his home turf. Even so, everyone was pleased for him. Prince was an extremely fabulous racer, and probably one of the best they had at Dreamweaver right now, him and Seazer. You didn't have to be in every race to be legendary, it was how you won and if you win that made you or broke you. Prince thrived on the track, he simply became a part of the wind around him, the grass beneath him, and the rider atop of him. Flirtacious had been the same. Then again, Flirtacious had been an easy mare to handle. She hadn't been high strung at all, she had been a good laid back mare. Still was. Prince however was a lot like his sire in temprement, and like his sire would probably mellow out in age. At least, thats what everyone was hoping.
Right hand holding the two year old's reins and stud chain tightly, Cassie continued to walk steadily refusing to let Prince have his way and go any faster. It would have probably been easier to use a different barn name for the GS Gallant Prince son considering it was the same as his sire's, but Maria had been stuck for a barn name since he was born. At the begging she had called him Prince just to distunguish him from the other colts for the staff's benefit, but somehow she had never gotten the muse to use a different barn name. By now it had become too late to actually use a different barn name as well, Prince was used to it now and responded to it.
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Post by melissa on Jun 6, 2007 23:39:26 GMT
Thank god for a mare like Regency, she had managed to control GS Gallant Prince's slightly hot-headed nature but at the same time give Murder Afire some fire and plenty of speed. He was a classy colt there was no doubt about that. He was built a lot like Prince too only a bit bigger standing over 16 hands. GS Gallant Prince was a hot stallion even after all these years of being at stud. Now with Folksong on the scene as Prince's year and a half younger full sister it was a tough call to see if she would become as good or better than Prince.
Scene was an pretty ordinary looking horse but he commanded your attention. A striking bay with only a star and snip he wasn't exactly flashy and unless you knew your stuff about horses you wouldn't know it was Murder Afire and not some cheap claimer trotting around the track. But that was the way I liked it to be, Prince hadn't had flashy markings either and look at what he'd achieved! Horses like GS Gallant Prince and Murder Afire would teach you a thing about judging a book by just its cover. Either horse only came around in a lifetime and I bless every day knowing I had gotten to know them both and ride them as well.
At twenty two years old I had gotten the opportunity to ride horses like Prince, Abby and even Scene than anybody else did. It was insane but I loved every minute of it. I wouldn't give up the job I had for anything. It was so rewarding and I lived for every minute I had with them. Scene pricked his ears toward Prince Charming as he trotted easily around the turn and came down the backstretch toward the gap. His stride was light and floaty with his tail dancing with each movement of his hind legs. |
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