Post by S u N f r O s t ~ on Nov 13, 2011 19:07:31 GMT -5
WORLDBREAKER AND AMBER BLACK
Her gorgeous chestnut colt was in quiet spirits today. Moving like a stallion that was a veteran of the track, Worldbreaker paused at the track gap, allowing his rider to survey the track before cuing him to continue. This Amber did, with much thanks to the colt. World had become interesting lately. A change had sprung up in him, and Amber thought it was a change for the better. A keener intelligence lit the fire of his gaze, and a relaxed readiness swung through his stride. It was almost as though he knew all that could happen to him, but instead of shying away confirmed it all and accepted it. He was the sage of Amber's racehorses, always at peace and calm. When given the opportunity to lead without challenge, he took it. When challenged, he backed down. In a race, he closed from behind, but often couldn't get up there fast enough. Amber worried about the colt's speed, wondering if perhaps he just wasn't fast enough. She had to work with him more often to discover the answer to her question; was her colt good enough to grace the turf one day as a champion racehorse?
World certainly had the blood for it. Amber thought back to his parents, Grand Silence and Wild Flower. She had ridden both of them. Both were grade ones and accomplished in their own right, with numerous awards and other good progeny. Wild Flower had even been inducted into the Hall Of Fame on account of her achievement of thirty wins and three straight Best Turf Horse titles. Grand Silence had been recognized as a dual surfaced beast, and had been retired in good graces. Both parents were producing fantastic racehorses. Silencio had sired the dual surfaced grade three Sillenia and the promising two year old colt Silent Fury, out of champion Hall of Fame mare Rising Fury. Wild Flower's first foal had been out of Hall of Fame stallion The Natural, and she had become the widely acclaimed grade one turf monster Wildly Natural. Such a turf legacy was World's for the taking, yet he seemed to be denying his claim to the throne.
At a steady canter now, Amber took the time to observe her colt's stride. World's was almost poetry in motion; he moved like a dressage horse, and behaved like one, too. Each stride felt weightless, effortless, and each one also spoke of more. There was vast power and vast strength here. Not the power you would find in a sprinter, but the power of a distance runner. World could give grade one distance colt Foolish Lad a run for his money, and maybe even his half sister Wildly Natural as well. His stride was full of passion, a kiss upon the ground he passed, one that left hardly a mark of his passage. He was light on his hooves, even though he stood nearly sixteen hands high. All of this Amber observed, and pondered strategy for getting him to run better.
Had he been against competitive fields? Oh, yes; grade five races were the fullest and most competitive. It wasn't until you got to grade three that you started hitting smaller fields full of elite horses. Amber knew that World could easily take his place among them; perhaps he just needed more work, more attention? Perhaps a breezing partner, a horse he could work with to get better? A horse that was similar to him yet was a champion? Amber smirked as they cantered; the perfect breezing partner had just occurred to her. She would just have to run the idea by Krystal and set a date for their first workout together. Perhaps tomorrow? The idea of such a venture enlightened her; she now felt as light as World's step. Intrigued, Amber continued to run through the possibilities, as World left the world behind and continued to canter, on and on and on and on...
