Post by Kirsten Jade on Jul 16, 2011 10:27:05 GMT -5
Heartless Revengeam i really heartless?
absolutely not.
The young black colt trotted on to the track, surveying his surroundings. This was the first time he was stepping on to the track that would soon become his legacy. The sun shone down, making his coat shine a pure black color. He was Heartless Revenge, the son of the almighty MHS Triple Crown winner: Admiral's Revenge.
He looked like his sire and ran like his sire. It was time to show the world what he was made of. Aaron loved riding the young colt, he felt much less green than the other two year olds. He was born with stamina and possessed a lot of it. He had a smooth gait and obeyed his commands. He was a complete power horse when he ran and Aaron felt like a true man when riding this colt.
Aaron kicked Heartless into gear and aimed him towards the inside rail. The colt picked up an incredible speed from the stand still and bolted along the rail. Aaron nearly lost his stirrups, he was not used to this kind of power in a juvenile. The black colt stretched out, muscles rippling under his skin. He had the look that made people stop and stare.
They rounded the corner in a perfect racing form, Heartless' long legs reaching out to eat the dirt. He loved to run, he loved to win. Aaron loved to ride him. He couldn't wait to try him out in his first race. Maidens were tricky though, even though they can run like a beast sometimes they get confused in a real race and it takes a while to catch on to what they need to do and by then the race is over.
This wasn't going to happen with Heartless, Aaron wouldn't allow it. There was too much spark in the young colt's eyes to allow him any losses. He was ready to run and run to win.