Post by Snowflake on Oct 2, 2013 0:43:31 GMT -5
SILENT FURY WORKS FOR THE WORLD COLT CUP
Marissa was in a bad mood. She had been since the Melbourne Cup. Silence and Firebird had won the race in a furious dead heat, and the stewards had made up some crap about them interfering with Whipped Cream and Infinite Warcry, putting them in third place for the final results. Marissa threw the brush back into the grooming box angrily, and Silence snorted in agreement. He hadn't interfered with any other horse! Except Firebird, who had been right next to him, bugging him the whole way for the lead. He'd tried to kick and bite him a few times. But the other stallion hadn't been a pushover.
After tacking Silence up, Marissa lead the thoroughbred down to the track. He was on edge, dancing on his toes and holding his head and his tail high. The track was already busy, but Marissa didn't care. Silence had already shown the world he was a champion and he would do it again and again until he retired. The next race to conquer would be the World Colt Cup. The same two stallions from the Melbourne Cup were entered, and Marissa knew from experience that they were both strong contenders. She wondered vaguely whether Intrepid Racing would rethink Firebird's position, but it didn't matter either way. Silence had nothing left to prove when it came to his leading capabilities. No race was too long, no pace too fast. He was out of Rising Fury, after all.
Marissa swung into the saddle and directed Silence onto the turf. The stallion took her slight tap of the heels as permission to run, and fought to get going. It took five minutes to get the unruly stallion going grudgingly at a brisk trot. After several more minutes, he was settled and cooperating, so she guided him through some warm up exercises. Then it was on into canter. Marissa started to relax a bit and thought about Silence's upcoming stud career. He was scheduled for a date with No Wonder, who was sired by Merry Bay King and out of Mystical Sunrise. The young mare had started only nine times, which hadn't been enough time for her to show her true potential on the race track. It was hoped that her fairly sweet disposition would mix well with Silence's deadly persona to create a mentally balanced foal. Training would bring out the bloodlined racing potential from both sides of the pedigree, thus creating a great racehorse. Hopefully! Marissa shook her head slightly with a smile. She always loved to think about the possibilities of what future foals could do. Whether they would out race their parents or completely bomb.
The four furlong pole was getting closer and closer and Marissa took a chunk of mane into her hands, ready for the explosion of speed. Silence didn't disappoint, accelerating like a jet plane into his favourite pace. The turn was completed in a matter of seconds and Silent began to storm up the stretch, surging forward with more speed in each massive stride. The dark bay stallion threw his legs out before him and collected them again beneath him at lightning speed. He carried Marissa as though she was part of him - all she did now was crouch close to his body, no driving required. The stallion reached a furious speed and held it as he powered down the stretch, ears flat against his head against the rushing wind. The four furlong breeze was over in record time, and Marissa didn't need a stopwatch to know it. Silent Fury was due for retirement but he was still getting better. She had no doubt he would do his utmost to take the World Colt Cup.
Marissa was in a bad mood. She had been since the Melbourne Cup. Silence and Firebird had won the race in a furious dead heat, and the stewards had made up some crap about them interfering with Whipped Cream and Infinite Warcry, putting them in third place for the final results. Marissa threw the brush back into the grooming box angrily, and Silence snorted in agreement. He hadn't interfered with any other horse! Except Firebird, who had been right next to him, bugging him the whole way for the lead. He'd tried to kick and bite him a few times. But the other stallion hadn't been a pushover.
After tacking Silence up, Marissa lead the thoroughbred down to the track. He was on edge, dancing on his toes and holding his head and his tail high. The track was already busy, but Marissa didn't care. Silence had already shown the world he was a champion and he would do it again and again until he retired. The next race to conquer would be the World Colt Cup. The same two stallions from the Melbourne Cup were entered, and Marissa knew from experience that they were both strong contenders. She wondered vaguely whether Intrepid Racing would rethink Firebird's position, but it didn't matter either way. Silence had nothing left to prove when it came to his leading capabilities. No race was too long, no pace too fast. He was out of Rising Fury, after all.
Marissa swung into the saddle and directed Silence onto the turf. The stallion took her slight tap of the heels as permission to run, and fought to get going. It took five minutes to get the unruly stallion going grudgingly at a brisk trot. After several more minutes, he was settled and cooperating, so she guided him through some warm up exercises. Then it was on into canter. Marissa started to relax a bit and thought about Silence's upcoming stud career. He was scheduled for a date with No Wonder, who was sired by Merry Bay King and out of Mystical Sunrise. The young mare had started only nine times, which hadn't been enough time for her to show her true potential on the race track. It was hoped that her fairly sweet disposition would mix well with Silence's deadly persona to create a mentally balanced foal. Training would bring out the bloodlined racing potential from both sides of the pedigree, thus creating a great racehorse. Hopefully! Marissa shook her head slightly with a smile. She always loved to think about the possibilities of what future foals could do. Whether they would out race their parents or completely bomb.
The four furlong pole was getting closer and closer and Marissa took a chunk of mane into her hands, ready for the explosion of speed. Silence didn't disappoint, accelerating like a jet plane into his favourite pace. The turn was completed in a matter of seconds and Silent began to storm up the stretch, surging forward with more speed in each massive stride. The dark bay stallion threw his legs out before him and collected them again beneath him at lightning speed. He carried Marissa as though she was part of him - all she did now was crouch close to his body, no driving required. The stallion reached a furious speed and held it as he powered down the stretch, ears flat against his head against the rushing wind. The four furlong breeze was over in record time, and Marissa didn't need a stopwatch to know it. Silent Fury was due for retirement but he was still getting better. She had no doubt he would do his utmost to take the World Colt Cup.
