Post by Dante on Jun 30, 2012 16:38:58 GMT -5
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HIMEROS
workout with
TOBIAS LANCASTER[/b]
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New year, new crop of two year olds for Prison Hill Stables. Tobias had been assigned two of the batch; the two colts. Golden Ghost has been given to him due to his size. Himeros, they said, was a bit...different, and would need a bit of a kickstart. For his part, Tobias was wandering if they had purchased a mule, rather than a thoroughbred. The chestnut two year old looked completely checked out - he was staring over the turf track with a dumb, glazed expression on his face. Certainly not the cleverest colt. But, for some reason, but Miles Muse, the owner of PHS and Connor Kingsley saw potential in the colt, who had been overlooked to a high degree in the economy closing sales.
"He's not so smart, is he?" Conner called as he approached the horse and rider, sound thrilled.
"I don't think he's aware of anything right now..." Tobias poked the colt in the neck. He glanced back at his rider, then back at whatever was so interesting on the track.
"Well, that's just it, we can do whatever we want with him. And you haven't seen him move. Boy, just hold on when he does, we're going to front him." Connor cracked his knuckles. "He runs like the devil himself is after him, once he realizes the world actually exists. Keep him front but not all the way on the rail, and I think you'll be fine. He'd not smart but he won't resist you, and when he does come out of the clouds he does have some sense."
"I'll take your word for it." Tobias gave the horse another pat, and was rewarded by a sudden buck, one that nearly threw the jockey, who didn't expect it. Connor only laughed, and pointed to the gate.
Once Tobias had regained himself, he wheeled Himeros towards the gate and trotted for it. Himeros - nicknamed Hammy - was responsive enough for this not to be a challenge, but he hoped the colt, who seemed rather cool-tempered, wouldn't be a repeat of Runaway Oneleg. Getting the chestnut colt into the gate was a typical adventure. Hammy didn't like it, but he offered little less resistance than Tobias was expecting, which was good. They'd be racing right from the get-go, right from the first week in January, and any advantages at the gate could well turn a tenfold profit on the track itself. As for the run, the run was to be eight furlongs. Perhaps a little grueling for the first work, but it was going to match his first race - a good 'welcome to the world' in Tobias' opinion.
Hammy's ears flopped to the sides in the moments they were in the gate, again reminding his jockey of a mule. He hoped Connor was right about this-
OHMYGOD! The gates sprung open, catching Tobias a little by suprise, but what really struck him by surprise was just how quick Himeros broke - and just how quick the colt could move! He regained his composure in the blink of an eye, but there was no denying the fact that Himeros had already propelled himself up the ranks in the eyes of his jockey.
The colt tugged and strained against the bit, wanting to keep moving. The expression on his face was something between shock that something was gong on, and panic that he might not be running fast enough, and so he kept on trying to speed up. Tobias let him choose his own pace to some extent, while keeping an eye on the distances and the rail. He would let Himeros try out his own run before forcing any specific style on him. Clearly, he was cut to be a frontrunner. But from there, it was all up to Hammy for now.
Tobias, instead, focused on the feel of the colt. While a little more slender than most colts - or horses in general - for his age, he could still feel power, and, more importantly, dexterity. This colt was likely a very maneuverable one, and that would no doubt pay off as they put it to the first test: the curve.
The curve came at six furlongs in. Himeros and Tobias were just off the rail, but about a horse width, and Tobias tried to slow Himeros, well aware that an unworked two year old could easily fall on the turn. Hammy, however, did not want to slow down, and did so only begrudgingly. The curve was taken fairly well, as the foggy demeanour Hammy had before seemed lifted.
That 'dumb as a brick' demeanour remained listed for the final two furlongs of the race, but as they passed the finish and looped around back to Connor, the glazed-over look had returned again, and it was a struggle to make the sweat-covered Hammy pay attention in any form of the word.
"I don't know where we get these horses." Tobias mumbled as he came to a stop near Connor and dismounted. "He's demented."
"But demented in a good way." Connor clapped Tobias on the back. "He'll be fun, admit it!"-----------------------
WORKOUT STATS
words| 855
workout surface| Turf
distance| 8 furlongs
horse| Himeros
jockey| Tobias Lancaster
((fun fact: Himeros' personality is very near that of a warmblood I know. : P ))
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