Post by Cruisey on Dec 15, 2014 16:09:17 GMT -5
SILVER SERENDIPITY && DEVON BLACKTHORN
Demi was doing amazingly well so far, having placed in all of her races this year with an added bonus of her winds being in four Horse of the Year selection races. Her performance was unquestionable, and with each race the stable's hopes for her became even higher. In fact, the three year old was soaring well above all expectations that Carter had. The silver filly came from unknown lines but she had shown a spark when Carter bought her back in April. If she continued to perform well, it was possible that she would be a top contender in her Breeders Cup race.
Demi’s next race was prepping for the Breeders Cup in the End Of Year Turf Sprint, which ran the week before the Breeders Cup. It would give Carter an idea of how she would do in the big race the following week.
So far there were only three announced for the race, including Demi who would be racing from gate three. In gate one, Nature Blue’s Manhattan Royalty stood tall. The gray colt was also a grade three with only two HOTY points this season, but he could pose a threat for the small gray filly on the outside. In gate two was another Nature Blue horse by the name of Tears No More. He was out of Firestone’s mare, Foxtrot, but he hadn’t been raced much this season. His two year old season definitely trumped his three year old season, but it didn’t matter because he was equally as tough as Manhattan Royalty. Both posed a threat, but Carter believed in the mare.
Carter watched as the fifteen hands of muscle threw herself around the groom in excitement. Carter knew she wasn’t trying to hurt anybody, but she could hurt herself and it was why he had to keep an eye on her at all times. Devon had no issues mounting when they got to the track, but Demi made it harder due to the fact she would not shut up and stop moving around. The small man just shook his head and patted the filly before warming up and making their way over to the gates.
The little filly had no problems loading and the second the gates opened, Demi's pace was high and it most certainly wasn't going to be slowing down. Devon held on for his life as the filly turned up the heat. When she wanted to, Demi turned into a pure straight runner, putting as much space as she could between her and any other horses. If her break wasn’t the best, she would stick to pace pressing – forcing the leaders to speed up or slow down the pace so she could control it. Her hindquarters were compact with muscle and speed, a key feature that was played in being a sprinter. She had enough stamina to last up to 8 furlongs, but after that she started slowing down, and this was why she was converted to a sprinter.
Of course, Demi showed no signs of slowing down. Devon wasn’t sure how to react to such energy the filly possessed. He wasn’t sure if it was a good thing – and that her race would be excellent, or if she just needed more running time. Each long stride propelled them forwards, as long as her short legs would allow, and as they reached the point where there were only approximately two furlongs remaining Devon began to drive - a rather futile process because Demi wasn't going to be slowing down any time soon. As they flew past the post, Carter clocked in her workout at 40 seconds – 8 seconds above the average 4 furlong workout around 48 seconds. His smile grew as wide as the sun as he watched Devon slow down the speedy filly, who didn’t even looked fazed.