Post by S u N f r O s t ~ on May 27, 2012 13:41:57 GMT -5
ETERNAL PHANTOM AND KRYSTAL YHATE
PHANTIE'S WORKOUT FOR THE HORSESHOE FUTURITY
The black filly tossed her head indignantly as Krystal got her into the slowest trot she could manage. It was difficult to get Phantie to go slow - but that was no surprise. It was to be expected. She rarely obeyed and was a stickler for moodiness. Though lately, her personality had been shed for one that was fiercely competitive. She had met Midnight Thriller on the track and had toyed with her sister. Her competitiveness had reared its head in a devilishly new way. She was pleased to see her sister back on the track, sure, but not out of familial happiness. It was more because she wanted to obliterate her.
And they would have their chance. Phantie was meeting her sister in her next race, and she acted as though she knew it. She moved with a deadly, waiting sort of grace, and Krystal was on alert in case she made a move. Phantie had had an excellent start to her career, though she hadn't won recently. She had seconditus, the worst, and Krystal wanted her out of it. She actually just wanted their fourth win already, so they could be grade four and the racing world would count them in seriously when it came to calculating who next year's Triple Crown winner would be. Phantie would be the first filly to pull it off, and the best attempt had been made by El Sol Del Mar, the Hall Of Fame mare, many years ago. Phantie would fill in and exceed that mare's hoofsteps, somehow, someway.
Desire. It fueled the will of a racehorse to win and the will of his or her jockey to help them achieve it.
They began to gallop. Their warm up was behind them. They moved gracefully, but slowly. Phantie had been adopting a closer mindset lately. She had been starting off slow and then building up to tease her competitor before leaving them completely behind. It was a new way of humiliating her opponents, Krystal supposed, but it was different from just running them off of their hooves. Phantie's running style was maturing. Krystal was anxious to see the results of this. She was beginning to behave more like a three year old. Good things were to come.
Krystal hadn't forgotten about Paradise Island and Instant Success in her deliberation about the Horseshoe Futurity. To ignore those two ferocious rivals was a ridiculous notion. But they could overcome them. Phantie had done it before. Both might be grade fours, but Phantie was Phantie. She had experience. She had won in big fields. And most of all, Krystal had worked hard with her, too. They hadn't been lazing around. They had been working themselves hard. As she slowed Phantie down finally, met with some resistance of course, Krystal couldn't help but smirk. Even if they lost this one, they were going to be doing big things. They were going to the Triple Crown next year. They were going to the Juvenile this year. They could take on this race, easily.
