Post by Dante on Sept 15, 2011 21:06:44 GMT -5
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EXECUTIONER'S APPRENTICE
workout with
TOBIAS LANCASTER[/b]
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It was barely five AM, and Tobias was already on the track, bleary eyes bit in one piece. workout after workout, and he had the majority of the horses to worry about. Normally, though, people wouldn't give him this bloody insane hours, being at the track ready to ride at FIVE FREAKING AM, unless you were Connor, then you were a butt to the jockeys. The grey two year old he was supposed to jockey seemed fine, though, well behaved as he stood beside Connor, despite the man having a lit cigarette in his mouth.[/color][/b]
"Took your time getting here, fatty. Get on." Connor muttered as he gave who was likely the lightest adult male in all of Green Horse Fields a leg up onto App. Tobias situated himself in the saddle, collected the colt under him, and set off. The lights on the turf track has been turned on, and a cold win was blowing. Five furlongs here seemed like quite a distance to go. The grandstands were empty - no. Not just empty, but eerie, deprived of the light and life the daytime brought. Dead. In spite of his lack of belief in ghosts, Tobias had to shiver. It so did not help the cold had such a strange name, though it derived from an innocent marking...well, it was called a bloody shoulder mark...he shook his head, clearing out those thoughts as he regained his grasp on his crop and the reins. Spooky conditions or not, he was going to run this horse, and run him hard.
App was a smart horse, anyways. The cold, dark and motions of whatever small wildlife was nearby didn't bug him too much. He wasn't stupid and he knew full well that when there was a rider on him, chances were crazy axe murders weren't around the corner from where he was about to be ridden. That would be stupidity, and that was something the grey did not have. He was loaded into the gate without qualm, mind racing almost as fast as the young man atop him.
At least the cool air and smell of horse was waking Tobias up, but if there was any horse he trusted, even on an extremely short, action-packed sprint, it was App. Crux and Ford were good horses "of his" but Ford has ADHD and Crux could be a spitfire from time to time. App would untie himself and take everyone's left shoe and learn to read, but he wouldn't throw a rider he knew. After a seeming eternity, the gates burst open and the racehorse was off into the dark.
It was an odd experience, riding in such conditions. App ran his heart out, sure that the turf would not fail him, or he would not be asked to run, and Tobias was sure App would not trip. Or hoping for such. The lights went by as almost blinding flashes, and the jockey half-wished he had App's blinders, but it caused an almost surreal feel. Light, dark, light, dark, over and over. There was nothing but light and dark and a grey-green expanse ahead. There was a flash of reddish chestnut every time App stepped, the mark on his shoulder a mere, fluid blur. The colt was running well. His ears were forwards, his strides long, and Tobias didn't detect a hint of a stumble.
App was built for the short sprints, too. He gave and gave and gave right away. Long runs bored the horse, who had to slow down his thinking and his get-go speed to contend. But in a short sprint, like the one coming up? He was ready to go in for the kill.
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WORKOUT STATS
words| 614
workout surface| Turf
distance| 5 furlongs
horse| Executioner's Apprentice
jockey| Tobias Lancaster
type| closed workout (do not reply)
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