Post by Dante on Mar 23, 2012 15:47:57 GMT -5
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IMMA ZOMBIE
workout with
MOSES LANCASTER[/b]
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Morning workout? Try sunset. Sunset was when the zombies came out, or, in this case, a brown filly named Imma Zombie. Not a day, black, nor chestnut, brown was the descriptor. It wasn't impossible, a seal brown horse. It was wasn't common, or they were often tagged as black. Zombie was a bit different, Moses supposed, but it was time to get her working - her first start was soon. It had happened late in the year for one reason, and once reason only - rearing. The filly seemed to like to stay on her back feet, and keep her front ones off the ground a little much. They'd worked it down, and now it was time to rev up for a race.
"Right." Connor pulled his hoodie up around him. "Nine furlongs, Mosie. Best part is none of the dirt will show up on her coat, yeah? Hold Miss Zombie steady, you know what she's like." Moses nodded, and got a leg up form Connor, landing atop Zombie's back. The dainty little filly whinnied and tosses her head, and Moses felt her weight shifting.
"Oh nonono." He growled, giving her a kick and wheeling her around. "No rearing, young woman." He started her off for the gate, feeling the spring in her step. Typical. Sometimes the young man thought his mount really was a zombie - she liked it when it was rainy or chilly and she liked the dusk, dawn, and any time that wasn't high noon, really. It could be seen in her motions, she had a weird internal clock, to be sure. They got loaded into the gate after some struggle, and Moses manages to settle her. Normally, the jockey didn't feel caged in while in the gate, but with a rearer, he was a little on edge. He forced himself to think about the good, about what might happen, about what he would make happen if he could. That was the focus.
The gates sprang open and Imma Zombie was out of there in a heartbeat. That was the good thing with this girl. She was a strong frontrunner that didn't take rubbish from the other horses - what they did didn't phase her; it was just a matter of controlling her rubbish. Moses held her back, stopping her from going too fast too soon - a danger with a mid - long range frontrunner - and keeping her off the rail to avoid any possible boxing. Dirt flew up in their faces as she galloped, forcing Moses through more than one set of goggles.
Connor was right about that at least - the dirt didn't much show on the filly, who didn't much care about the dirt anyways. Her ears were pricked, her eyes were bright, and by all means she seemed to be enjoying the run. Moses had a tentative good feeling with this filly, if he was honest, and her capabilities. Yes, she was weird as could be, but she was different and her mind was set on running. To her, it was a game - run faster than the others. Just a game, and it stopped her from taking her own thoughts too seriously. Moses found that gave him more control over her motions, but also the need to control what she was doing just that little bit more so she didn't just veer away because she could and that was enough reason for her to do so in her books. He held her steady around the corner, and well into the seventh furlong. It was there that they made their move.
She closed steady, and now she pounced. Moses let have her the stick, but not all of her head, and they were off! It was like she sprang out of the gate all over again, she gave it a final sprint in the eight furlong, leading all the way to the ninth. Moses could only hope it was enough to give them a fighting chance.
The mock race over, Moses doubled back to Conner, who was doodling Erin instead of writing down the time on the stopwatch.
"Dude, her, Connor, earth to trainer!" Moses snapped his fingers and Zombie nearly reared, which brought Connor back to earth.
"Tome's fine." He grunted, before he went back to his drawing, leaving Moses to head for the stable and roll his eyes.
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WORKOUT STATS
words| 730
workout surface| Dirt
distance| 9 furlongs
horse| Imma Zombie
jockey| Moses Lancaster
type| closed workout (do not reply)
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