Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2012 4:00:27 GMT -5
Beltane could have been described as blue-blooded. The daughter of the amazing Hall Of Game inducted Little Miss Innocent and by the grade one horse, Warlock, she was one of those fillies that was born and bred to run. She was a winner, and at three years old she had already beaten some of the top runners in her group. She had been an amazing buy for the stables, and she just proved herself time and time again.
So far this year, Bella had been in the winners circle three times, with four seconds and three thirds. She had placed outside of the top three only twice. Now, she was aiming for gold once more but it was not going to be easy. In fact, the competition was more than a little tough. It was a three-horse race, with Bella facing off against the Star Thoroughbreds mares, Windbreaker and Seraphim.
Of the three, Windbreaker was the oldest and the most experienced. She was also the highest grade, being a Grade One with fifteen wins. Seraphim and Bella were on an almost even footing, although she was probably a little more consistent. However, what Bella lacked in experience and consistency she more than made up for with determination, and her achievements this year were not to be sniffed at. She had beaten White Chocolate and Pegasus Wings this year, and she could beat anybody if she really put her mind to it.
The race was likely to have a ferocious pace, with two front runners and one who the stable classed as versatile. But Bella could handle a high pace, she had proven so previously was would prove so again. Yes, she would throw a fit before the race - she always did, because of her hatred of other horses - but as soon as she was in that gate she would be ready to prove herself and take the win. You didn't get to where she was for nothing, and she would fight to prove herself without even thinking twice.
Tanya stroked her black mount's neck as the handlers led them over to the gates and boxed them. With no other horses, this was a simple task, but that would change on race day. Bella was alert, her ears pressed forwards and her eyes gleaming. Tanya was ready to fight for her, and as she stood in her stirrups she gazed over the gates. "Let's do this." she told the filly, pulling her goggles over her eyes. The gates opened and Bella flew out at a huge pace, as if she could tell that the race they were preparing for was going to be classy.
Tanya let the mare go at her own speed. She was a clever enough creature, she rarely went tearing off like other front runners and she always had something extra to give at the end. It was something that made her special. No, something else that made her special for there were many things about Bella which made her stand out to Tanya, who still struggled to believe she had gotten so lucky as to become the filly's regular ride.
As they moved down the turf, the world around them seemed to fly past. The speed they were travelling at was high, and Bella was showing no signs of relenting. As they hit the three furlong mark, it was obvious that this was going to be a personal best for the mare and with only two furlongs remaining it was time for Tanya to play her role. She drove the filly hard, cracking the crop against her rump as they strode for the post. Stride by stride, they were fighting together. A team who desired nothing more than the win. They soon arrived at the post, passing it at high speeds. In the stands, Matthias stopped the stopwatch. His grin said it all. They were getting better!
So far this year, Bella had been in the winners circle three times, with four seconds and three thirds. She had placed outside of the top three only twice. Now, she was aiming for gold once more but it was not going to be easy. In fact, the competition was more than a little tough. It was a three-horse race, with Bella facing off against the Star Thoroughbreds mares, Windbreaker and Seraphim.
Of the three, Windbreaker was the oldest and the most experienced. She was also the highest grade, being a Grade One with fifteen wins. Seraphim and Bella were on an almost even footing, although she was probably a little more consistent. However, what Bella lacked in experience and consistency she more than made up for with determination, and her achievements this year were not to be sniffed at. She had beaten White Chocolate and Pegasus Wings this year, and she could beat anybody if she really put her mind to it.
The race was likely to have a ferocious pace, with two front runners and one who the stable classed as versatile. But Bella could handle a high pace, she had proven so previously was would prove so again. Yes, she would throw a fit before the race - she always did, because of her hatred of other horses - but as soon as she was in that gate she would be ready to prove herself and take the win. You didn't get to where she was for nothing, and she would fight to prove herself without even thinking twice.
Tanya stroked her black mount's neck as the handlers led them over to the gates and boxed them. With no other horses, this was a simple task, but that would change on race day. Bella was alert, her ears pressed forwards and her eyes gleaming. Tanya was ready to fight for her, and as she stood in her stirrups she gazed over the gates. "Let's do this." she told the filly, pulling her goggles over her eyes. The gates opened and Bella flew out at a huge pace, as if she could tell that the race they were preparing for was going to be classy.
Tanya let the mare go at her own speed. She was a clever enough creature, she rarely went tearing off like other front runners and she always had something extra to give at the end. It was something that made her special. No, something else that made her special for there were many things about Bella which made her stand out to Tanya, who still struggled to believe she had gotten so lucky as to become the filly's regular ride.
As they moved down the turf, the world around them seemed to fly past. The speed they were travelling at was high, and Bella was showing no signs of relenting. As they hit the three furlong mark, it was obvious that this was going to be a personal best for the mare and with only two furlongs remaining it was time for Tanya to play her role. She drove the filly hard, cracking the crop against her rump as they strode for the post. Stride by stride, they were fighting together. A team who desired nothing more than the win. They soon arrived at the post, passing it at high speeds. In the stands, Matthias stopped the stopwatch. His grin said it all. They were getting better!