Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2012 11:02:59 GMT -5
Lynn was a beauty, clearly built to run. She had a deep chest, long muscular legs and well toned muscles. She was alert, energetic and determined. In a race, she was a powerful opponent, full of fire and she definitely had power behind her. However, against more experienced competition she had struggled in the Unicorn Horn, causing her to come in third position, and the stable had decided that they needed to work to improve her. Tanya, her jockey, was ready to take on the challenge and was up bright and early to get started on their pre-race workout for the All Things Gorgeous Cup - a maiden race for fillies over six furlongs on the turf. In other words, it was the perfect race for the juvenile.
Lucas led the filly toward the track, holding the highly strung filly close to his side with her head high. Her audits were pressed forwards, her tassel snapped against her rump as she was forced to move slowly beside the handler. As they neared the track she reared, tossing her head in an attempt to break free from the man, but although his grip slipped for a moment he was quick and reacted to her attempt to break free before she even really stood a chance. After a short struggle she fell beside him again and soon found herself on the track.
Tanya was not far behind them. As usual, she would be working in her race silks. She wore her brown hair tied back and already wore her helmet upon arrival. Beside her, the crop was held loosely in her hand. She moved over and hugged Lucas in greeting before looking to the powerful bay filly, who was taller than her at 16.2hh. She shrugged her shoulders out, and then pulled herself into the saddle. "Right, let's go." she said to Lucas, and the handler led them toward the gates, and the first stall.
The field so far was small - only two entrants, including themselves. Where they were tired from having raced in the Unicorn Horn the other filly - Midnight Sun - was fresh and ready. It meant that they would have to go to special measures to perform in this next race if they wanted to pull off a win. But Tanya had faith in their abilities and while there was definitely no certainly that they would win it was not certain that they would lose, either. They would give their all, and they expected no less of their opponent. After all, Matthias was still training the horses for that stable and he didn't do half measures.
They approached the gate and, despite the filly tensing slightly beneath her they entered the contraption with no problems. Lynn tossed her head as the shutters were closed behind her but soon seemed to forget her nerves and relaxed a little as they waited for the gates to open. The buzzer sounded, the gate opened, and Lynn was out with an incredible break and setting a high speed. Tanya moved her to the rail, crouched close to her neck as they moved down the straight.
Each powerful stride carried them forwards, and the five furlong stretch to the post was closing quickly. Her muscles rippled beneath her pelt, her eyes gleamed brightly as she powered forwards, in her element for she loved the track. The turf, a little on the soft side, kicked up behind them and in a race other horses might slow down if they did not like mud kicked into their faces. Tanya relaxed, but it did not take long for the time to work came upon her.
Two furlongs remained, and the fight was on. She drove the filly, cracking the crop once against her rump and then continued to fight. The filly responded, pushing even faster down the stretch. Tanya could image them fighting in the straight, fighting for the post until the last moment. She hoped they could get the nose over their opponent, but they would need to have luck on their side come race day. It would be close, there was no doubt.
Lucas led the filly toward the track, holding the highly strung filly close to his side with her head high. Her audits were pressed forwards, her tassel snapped against her rump as she was forced to move slowly beside the handler. As they neared the track she reared, tossing her head in an attempt to break free from the man, but although his grip slipped for a moment he was quick and reacted to her attempt to break free before she even really stood a chance. After a short struggle she fell beside him again and soon found herself on the track.
Tanya was not far behind them. As usual, she would be working in her race silks. She wore her brown hair tied back and already wore her helmet upon arrival. Beside her, the crop was held loosely in her hand. She moved over and hugged Lucas in greeting before looking to the powerful bay filly, who was taller than her at 16.2hh. She shrugged her shoulders out, and then pulled herself into the saddle. "Right, let's go." she said to Lucas, and the handler led them toward the gates, and the first stall.
The field so far was small - only two entrants, including themselves. Where they were tired from having raced in the Unicorn Horn the other filly - Midnight Sun - was fresh and ready. It meant that they would have to go to special measures to perform in this next race if they wanted to pull off a win. But Tanya had faith in their abilities and while there was definitely no certainly that they would win it was not certain that they would lose, either. They would give their all, and they expected no less of their opponent. After all, Matthias was still training the horses for that stable and he didn't do half measures.
They approached the gate and, despite the filly tensing slightly beneath her they entered the contraption with no problems. Lynn tossed her head as the shutters were closed behind her but soon seemed to forget her nerves and relaxed a little as they waited for the gates to open. The buzzer sounded, the gate opened, and Lynn was out with an incredible break and setting a high speed. Tanya moved her to the rail, crouched close to her neck as they moved down the straight.
Each powerful stride carried them forwards, and the five furlong stretch to the post was closing quickly. Her muscles rippled beneath her pelt, her eyes gleamed brightly as she powered forwards, in her element for she loved the track. The turf, a little on the soft side, kicked up behind them and in a race other horses might slow down if they did not like mud kicked into their faces. Tanya relaxed, but it did not take long for the time to work came upon her.
Two furlongs remained, and the fight was on. She drove the filly, cracking the crop once against her rump and then continued to fight. The filly responded, pushing even faster down the stretch. Tanya could image them fighting in the straight, fighting for the post until the last moment. She hoped they could get the nose over their opponent, but they would need to have luck on their side come race day. It would be close, there was no doubt.