Post by S u N f r O s t ~ on Jun 17, 2012 20:43:26 GMT -5
INFINITE WARCRY AND AMBER BLACK
INFINI'S INITIAL PREP FOR THE BREEDERS CUP
He was a gentle and incredibly well rested giant headed for a start in the Breeders Cup Juvenile Turf as a potential surpriser. Would he be counted out completely? Of course not. But he had been raced a lot less than the other two year olds out there, despite the fact that four of his measly seven starts had been wins. His biggest had come from the Magic Millions Colts Turf, and he had furnished his victory by beating older horses in the two races immediately following. He had been gone from the track since then due to the lack of races that Amber wanted to race him in, and was now slated for his eighth and final start of the year in the Juvenile Turf against what would no doubt be a ferocious field. Though the true entrants of that field were, as of right now, unconfirmed, Amber was already preparing her colt for one of the biggest races of his life.
The interesting thing about Infini was his temperament. He was mean or cruel, nor bossy or arrogant. He was just...him. At nearly seventeen hands high he commanded the mass necessary to boss others around, but it was not in Infini's nature to do so. He was more of a pacifist, a peacemaker content to go onto the track and off of it with the same neutral and happy air. He loved to race. He loved to stretch out his legs and run wherever the wind chose to take him. He loved to feel Amber on his back willing him to faster, and then obey her commands and feel the breeze sing to him. He loved to work with other horses, too, and race them for all he was worth. When he raced, Infini also showed his pacifist temperament. He didn't like to tangle with others early; thus, he broke slowly and took a position at the back, avoiding others until the latter stages of the race. Then, he would suddenly accelerate and come at them with a closing kick. Then, he would tangle with them, and they would remember him as he shot into the lead with perhaps an inch to spare before the wire. He made for hair raising finishes as he usually did not win by much - but he did win, and Amber loved it.
The best part was that Infini came from relatively unknown bloodlines. His sire Jessie James had been a grade one overshadowed by Merry Bay King and True Enough in his racing days. He was also a hellion, famous for injuring now grade one racehorse Dashing in the Firelight. Infini was apart of his first crop, along with his twin sister Dazzling Dame, and both were making a name for them. They were also the only foals of Ebony Gold Lady, a nice mare who hadn't made it big but who Amber had respected and thus bred to Jessie James for twins of. So while Infini was certainly not warm blooded and wasn't a competitive demon either, he was a great horse, and he garnered respect from his success on the track and not just from bloodlines. Those that harked back to bloodlines to decide who was good and who wasn't were stupid - but even so, good bloodlines usually guaranteed some semblance of quality. Few horses transcended past what their bloodlines foretold. Infini would be one of those few.
He was a smooth mover, and his trot was like floating. His canter was a lot more bouncy, and even held some traces of energy in it, energy difficult to control. But Infini was anything but a difficult ride. Amber smiled as the black obediently listened to her commands. When they finally galloped, it was with the breeze, and she let Infini dictate the length. Two furlongs, four furlongs, a mile...all passed, and they did not slow until they had run a glorious twelve furlongs. Infini was a distance runner, and the longer the distance the happier he was. Amber slowed the colt, feeling a bit impressed by his aerobic capacity even though she knew he had it in him, and led the colt off of the track. They would take the Juvenile Turf or go down trying.
