Post by Deleted on May 20, 2012 6:03:37 GMT -5
After having a few weeks off, Aztareal was fit and well rested. In fact, the colt was looking better than ever. Stood in his stall, his head out of the top hatch, he appeared almost regal. The chestnut colt was desperate for a work, however, and with his first race for a short time coming up the chestnut sabino would be getting one. Alexia had been planning it, and she had decided to run him late in the day, as her last workout, so that she would be able to spend some time with him after they had ran. After all, she had helped raise the colt, and she loved him very much. He loved her, too, and that in fact made it all the sweeter. Alexia stroked the colt's nose lovingly and looked into his brown eyes with a smile. "You ready boy?" she asked him in soft tones as she looked over her shoulder, where a groom was approaching with the colt's tack. "I'll see you in a minute." she told the colt, and walked away from the stall. She needed to get herself ready for the work, as well.
The blonde woman's kit was not difficult to find. It was in her locker, in the changing room. Jacob was in there, having just completed a work, and was just locking the locker where he kept his kit. "Late work?" he asked and Alexia nodded as she opened her own. She pulled on her body protector and ut her helmet on her head, fastening the chin strap before picking up her crop. She was ready.
When she got back to the stall, Aztec was already out of his stable and tacked up, the blonde handler Lucas holding his reins. He grinned, handsome, and looking very much like a shorter version of his older brother. "He's eager today, I hope you're ready for something spectacular." again she nodded, and climbed atop the colt so that Lucas could lead them down to the track. Of course, the handler had been right. Aztec was rearing to go, and in the end Lucas gave up in order to allow the colt to trot down to the dirt track.
When they arrived, they were quick to get started. As the sun set, the sky had been stained a beautiful red color and Alexia thought it boded well. After all, when there was a red sky at night it was the shepherd's delight... A saying her father had often used. Before the crash in which he and her mother had died. She bit her lip as Lucas loaded them into the gate, a simple thing, and very quickly after the gates were open. No time to waste, as if this didn't get done soon it would be dark.
The chestnut colt broke well, his pace average. His powerful limbs moved beneath him and carried him forwards, churning the dirt with ease. The slight breeze became more of a wind at these speeds, and the colt looked spectacular with his mane and tail flowing in the wind, his jockey upon his back. Each stride was carefully placed, powerful. He was brimming with talent, and his strong desire to win as well as his energy meant that the race was sure to be interesting. A thirteen horse field, and it would be hugely competitive. Lucky for them, however, he thrived in such environments.
The furlongs passed quickly. Alexia drove the colt a little to increase his speed before the final stretch, and the colt responded quickly. His auds pressed forwards, and Alexia smirked. Yes, this was the Az she knew and loved. As they moved forwards she continued to count furlongs, continued to urge him a little and with only three furlongs remaining she knew what to do.
The crop cracked powerfully against the chestnut's rump, the strike on tender flesh sure to get a reaction. She pushed herself lower to the colt's neck and then she drove. Hard. She drove as if they were really racing, and she could imagine the field as they wound their way through it. They could do this, of that there was no doubt. Between them, they could pull this race off and get a decent result. Top three, and they would be fine. They passed the post at high speeds and Alexia warmed the colt down. He was ready.
The blonde woman's kit was not difficult to find. It was in her locker, in the changing room. Jacob was in there, having just completed a work, and was just locking the locker where he kept his kit. "Late work?" he asked and Alexia nodded as she opened her own. She pulled on her body protector and ut her helmet on her head, fastening the chin strap before picking up her crop. She was ready.
When she got back to the stall, Aztec was already out of his stable and tacked up, the blonde handler Lucas holding his reins. He grinned, handsome, and looking very much like a shorter version of his older brother. "He's eager today, I hope you're ready for something spectacular." again she nodded, and climbed atop the colt so that Lucas could lead them down to the track. Of course, the handler had been right. Aztec was rearing to go, and in the end Lucas gave up in order to allow the colt to trot down to the dirt track.
When they arrived, they were quick to get started. As the sun set, the sky had been stained a beautiful red color and Alexia thought it boded well. After all, when there was a red sky at night it was the shepherd's delight... A saying her father had often used. Before the crash in which he and her mother had died. She bit her lip as Lucas loaded them into the gate, a simple thing, and very quickly after the gates were open. No time to waste, as if this didn't get done soon it would be dark.
The chestnut colt broke well, his pace average. His powerful limbs moved beneath him and carried him forwards, churning the dirt with ease. The slight breeze became more of a wind at these speeds, and the colt looked spectacular with his mane and tail flowing in the wind, his jockey upon his back. Each stride was carefully placed, powerful. He was brimming with talent, and his strong desire to win as well as his energy meant that the race was sure to be interesting. A thirteen horse field, and it would be hugely competitive. Lucky for them, however, he thrived in such environments.
The furlongs passed quickly. Alexia drove the colt a little to increase his speed before the final stretch, and the colt responded quickly. His auds pressed forwards, and Alexia smirked. Yes, this was the Az she knew and loved. As they moved forwards she continued to count furlongs, continued to urge him a little and with only three furlongs remaining she knew what to do.
The crop cracked powerfully against the chestnut's rump, the strike on tender flesh sure to get a reaction. She pushed herself lower to the colt's neck and then she drove. Hard. She drove as if they were really racing, and she could imagine the field as they wound their way through it. They could do this, of that there was no doubt. Between them, they could pull this race off and get a decent result. Top three, and they would be fine. They passed the post at high speeds and Alexia warmed the colt down. He was ready.