Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2011 14:00:22 GMT -5
As the sun began to rise above the horizon it was greeted by a chorus of birdsong. All around birds chirped away there welcome, obviously thankful that a new day was upon them. Their music was sweet as it washed across the stable yard, alerting the residents that another day had begun. To those residents it meant another day of work, but the majority of them enjoyed that work anyway. But who were these residents? They were stars, built of power and muscle. No, they were not wrestlers but race horses. Silver Stride Stables was a racing stable like no other, each horse was given every ounce of attention that could be given. The horses were loved, cherished, and it was hoped they would soon become renowned like some of the greats.
The majority of the population at silver stride stables were young due to the stable being relatively new. Dark Charmer, otherwise known just as Dark, was one of the two year olds who had debuted that year. Certainly he has started to make an impression on the track having won one and shown in several races. OK, so he wasn't the greatest horse around, but he was getting there. Step by step he was getting there and when he hit his stride he was certain to be a huge hit.
The thoughtful colt waited patiently in his stall, auds flicking to the sound of birdsong in the early morning. A familiar sound which was certainly welcome for it meant that he was home. His new home, where hopefully he would be staying. He shifted his bedding as he stared at the closed door with dark eyes. Soon the grooms would arrive and he would be fed and readied for his day. Indeed, he knew the routine here well by now and soon he would be running beneath his jockey, Jacob.
The dark bay colt whinnied out in welcome to the sounds of tires on gravel and soon enough he was fed and groomed. He watched the groom with caution and nuzzled him as he left. The groom turned and stroked the colt's velvety nose before disappearing to continue his day's work. When the colt was being worked out he would be back, mucking out the stall. That was, after all, what was expected of grooms around here.
Matthias Lanning was the next to visit the colt. He stroked his nose as he walked into the stall and ran his hands up his legs to check for warmth which would surely show that he had strained himself. Finding none, the blonde man walked back to the head of the colt and stroked his nose again. "Hey Dark," he said, "You ready to show them what a star you really are?" he asked the colt. "Because we know you got it in you. You're just playing with us, aren't you?" The colt's dark eyes gleamed thoughtfully as the man left. Playing games? He most certainly was not.
Soon after Jacob arrived and tacked him up with a smile, taking hold of the reins as he led the colt toward the track. He mounted the colt on the dirt track and stroked his neck lovingly. The colt reacted well, his ears perking as he readied himself for his work and he knew well that the workout was about to begin. Cracking his tassel against his rump the colt moved forwards and gated calmly as he always did. He stood and waited for the gates to open. He left them late but that meant he was able to ready himself for the run. Eight furlongs on the dirt track.
It was a breeze. The colt didn't need encouragement or direction, he just pushed forwards with the wind pulling through his dark mane. His firm, steady stride was constant as he moved quickly. His auds flicked, his legs moving quickly beneath him as he stretched out. His stride was long and he was ready for anything they could throw at him. They rounded the corner, continued onwards until there were three furlongs to go and Jacob cracked the crop on the colt's muscular rump. The increase in speed was instantaneous as the colt surged forwards, his legs propelling him ever faster forwards as he surged toward the post.
The majority of the population at silver stride stables were young due to the stable being relatively new. Dark Charmer, otherwise known just as Dark, was one of the two year olds who had debuted that year. Certainly he has started to make an impression on the track having won one and shown in several races. OK, so he wasn't the greatest horse around, but he was getting there. Step by step he was getting there and when he hit his stride he was certain to be a huge hit.
The thoughtful colt waited patiently in his stall, auds flicking to the sound of birdsong in the early morning. A familiar sound which was certainly welcome for it meant that he was home. His new home, where hopefully he would be staying. He shifted his bedding as he stared at the closed door with dark eyes. Soon the grooms would arrive and he would be fed and readied for his day. Indeed, he knew the routine here well by now and soon he would be running beneath his jockey, Jacob.
The dark bay colt whinnied out in welcome to the sounds of tires on gravel and soon enough he was fed and groomed. He watched the groom with caution and nuzzled him as he left. The groom turned and stroked the colt's velvety nose before disappearing to continue his day's work. When the colt was being worked out he would be back, mucking out the stall. That was, after all, what was expected of grooms around here.
Matthias Lanning was the next to visit the colt. He stroked his nose as he walked into the stall and ran his hands up his legs to check for warmth which would surely show that he had strained himself. Finding none, the blonde man walked back to the head of the colt and stroked his nose again. "Hey Dark," he said, "You ready to show them what a star you really are?" he asked the colt. "Because we know you got it in you. You're just playing with us, aren't you?" The colt's dark eyes gleamed thoughtfully as the man left. Playing games? He most certainly was not.
Soon after Jacob arrived and tacked him up with a smile, taking hold of the reins as he led the colt toward the track. He mounted the colt on the dirt track and stroked his neck lovingly. The colt reacted well, his ears perking as he readied himself for his work and he knew well that the workout was about to begin. Cracking his tassel against his rump the colt moved forwards and gated calmly as he always did. He stood and waited for the gates to open. He left them late but that meant he was able to ready himself for the run. Eight furlongs on the dirt track.
It was a breeze. The colt didn't need encouragement or direction, he just pushed forwards with the wind pulling through his dark mane. His firm, steady stride was constant as he moved quickly. His auds flicked, his legs moving quickly beneath him as he stretched out. His stride was long and he was ready for anything they could throw at him. They rounded the corner, continued onwards until there were three furlongs to go and Jacob cracked the crop on the colt's muscular rump. The increase in speed was instantaneous as the colt surged forwards, his legs propelling him ever faster forwards as he surged toward the post.