Post by S u N f r O s t ~ on Nov 23, 2013 17:14:40 GMT -5
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Ventura and Amber Black - Workout for Breeders Cup Filly and Mare Sprint
Amber Black broke from her staring contest with the predatory black filly. It had already gone on for too long, she was exhausted and Ventura just did not back down. That was her most dominant characteristic - willpower. This was a filly who did not know the meaning of giving up. Amber eyed the filly’s body, ran her hands down the filly’s legs and then finally mounted up. Ventura was practically smoking. Her body quivered with silent, predatory power as she made her way down the path from the barn. Amber felt a sense of relief come over her. Finally. The last Breeders Cup workout of Year Thirteen. And it was aboard this immensely talented filly that had become one of her many brainchildren. Pairing up Impressario and Rising Fury had resulted in a muscular filly with fierce determination and the capability to act crazy. But she was also crazy fast. Ten races this year had fallen to her, most recently the eight furlong Caracortado Stakes in her last start. She was sharp as tack indeed.
The Breeders Cup Filly and Mare Sprint had become Ventura’s race this season. As the season had progressed, Amber had become suspicious that Ven was no classic distance filly, but more of a miler type who excelled at seven and eight furlongs. She had tested this theory during the last part of the season and had found it to be true. The first leg in the Triple Tiara, the Acorn Stakes, had been at eight furlongs. She had taken it. The Wire Red Mile and the Caracortado Stakes had also both been at eight furlongs, and both had fallen to her as well. However, she had also won the Starshine Sprint at seven furlongs, the final leg of the Triple Sprinter Tiara. She had been a top class racehorse all season and for all of her career. Eighteen wins was impressive for any three year old and she looked to build on her resume. The seven furlong distance of the Filly and Mare Sprint suited her, and though she faced older competition she was bold enough and strong enough to do so. Heck, she had beaten Forbidden To Fly to the wire in the Caracortado! Practically anything became possible after that.
Amber couldn’t keep the smile off of her face as Ven slipped onto the dirt track and began her warm up. This filly needed no direction. Any unwanted directions disturbed her and led to her looking just like her dam, Rising Fury. Amber did not want that to happen only a couple of days before the Breeders Cup. She needed the filly to stay as relaxed as possible. This was a key race, one they had pointed for since late August. And she intended to win it and put a Breeders Cup win on the filly’s resume. Impressario had very hot three year olds on the track right now. Amber could only pray for their success, and as Ven was a personal responsibility for her she was in complete control of how this filly could do on race day.
Ven’s stride opened up as Amber turned the key and really began to send her on her way. This filly showed so much potential for next year, joining the coveted older horse ranks. She was nearing the prime of her career, and if she continued to be this successful...there were many more places that they could go. SOPS excelled at starting out horses good and keeping them that way for four solid seasons. It helped if certain horses had inflated egos as well, just like Ven did. The filly arched her neck as they began to canter, her arrogance glinting in her gaze. Her ears were laid flat to her head as they entered the backstretch and she saw some random horse ahead of her. The black filly wouldn’t have it. She stretched out more, her movements thrumming with power as they hit the gallop. Amber gently guided the filly into the strong pace. Converse to many ways of thinking, Ventura required a light hand instead of a strong one in order to control her overwhelming power. It was all in her hind legs. Amber shook her head, marveling at the speed they had attained so quickly.
They buried the random competitor and continued on their merry way. Amber smirked as Ventura’s legs blurred a bit more. The filly was energetic and more than ready to go. She had been galloping superbly coming into this race and wasn’t about to lose form now. Amber heard the engine rev midway down the backstretch. Or maybe it wasn’t an engine at all? Ven had plenty of energy, but there was something different about her. The way she gained speed...Amber realized she was giving no direction to the filly at all. Ven was like an unmanned explosive. She had been set on fire and soon she would explode. She required no direction from Amber in order to swarm the track as she did, in order to run as quickly as possible. Amber was just there for the legality of the matter.
A smirk appeared on Amber’s face. Well, Ventura was definitely ticking down then. The power was coalescing and Amber knew exactly what she and Ventura were going to do the minute they hit the final turn. Ven...let it go she whispered, words carried by the wind as she let the reins go. Ven threw down the gauntlet. She was going to take full advantage of this opportunity to gun it to the wire. Ventura soared, legs a blur as she blazed around the turn. Her eyes were furious and determined. There was no stopping her now. Amber held on for life. Ventura was a black comet. The explosive force of her hooves was enough to topple figurative empires. This princess was maturing into a queen, and this was apart of the coronation. Amber saw the future flickering before her eyes as Ventura passed under the wire in a blur of speed.
Very quickly and very gently, control was given back to the rider on the filly’s back. Amber felt like she was panting as she slowed down, a grin curling around her mouth. This had been more than a fantastic workout for Amber. It had been the final Breeders Cup workout of Year Thirteen, and that made it special beyond words. Amber would have clapped her hands if dropping the reins would not have invited bolting from Ventura. They were ready to go.
Ventura and Amber Black - Workout for Breeders Cup Filly and Mare Sprint
Amber Black broke from her staring contest with the predatory black filly. It had already gone on for too long, she was exhausted and Ventura just did not back down. That was her most dominant characteristic - willpower. This was a filly who did not know the meaning of giving up. Amber eyed the filly’s body, ran her hands down the filly’s legs and then finally mounted up. Ventura was practically smoking. Her body quivered with silent, predatory power as she made her way down the path from the barn. Amber felt a sense of relief come over her. Finally. The last Breeders Cup workout of Year Thirteen. And it was aboard this immensely talented filly that had become one of her many brainchildren. Pairing up Impressario and Rising Fury had resulted in a muscular filly with fierce determination and the capability to act crazy. But she was also crazy fast. Ten races this year had fallen to her, most recently the eight furlong Caracortado Stakes in her last start. She was sharp as tack indeed.
The Breeders Cup Filly and Mare Sprint had become Ventura’s race this season. As the season had progressed, Amber had become suspicious that Ven was no classic distance filly, but more of a miler type who excelled at seven and eight furlongs. She had tested this theory during the last part of the season and had found it to be true. The first leg in the Triple Tiara, the Acorn Stakes, had been at eight furlongs. She had taken it. The Wire Red Mile and the Caracortado Stakes had also both been at eight furlongs, and both had fallen to her as well. However, she had also won the Starshine Sprint at seven furlongs, the final leg of the Triple Sprinter Tiara. She had been a top class racehorse all season and for all of her career. Eighteen wins was impressive for any three year old and she looked to build on her resume. The seven furlong distance of the Filly and Mare Sprint suited her, and though she faced older competition she was bold enough and strong enough to do so. Heck, she had beaten Forbidden To Fly to the wire in the Caracortado! Practically anything became possible after that.
Amber couldn’t keep the smile off of her face as Ven slipped onto the dirt track and began her warm up. This filly needed no direction. Any unwanted directions disturbed her and led to her looking just like her dam, Rising Fury. Amber did not want that to happen only a couple of days before the Breeders Cup. She needed the filly to stay as relaxed as possible. This was a key race, one they had pointed for since late August. And she intended to win it and put a Breeders Cup win on the filly’s resume. Impressario had very hot three year olds on the track right now. Amber could only pray for their success, and as Ven was a personal responsibility for her she was in complete control of how this filly could do on race day.
Ven’s stride opened up as Amber turned the key and really began to send her on her way. This filly showed so much potential for next year, joining the coveted older horse ranks. She was nearing the prime of her career, and if she continued to be this successful...there were many more places that they could go. SOPS excelled at starting out horses good and keeping them that way for four solid seasons. It helped if certain horses had inflated egos as well, just like Ven did. The filly arched her neck as they began to canter, her arrogance glinting in her gaze. Her ears were laid flat to her head as they entered the backstretch and she saw some random horse ahead of her. The black filly wouldn’t have it. She stretched out more, her movements thrumming with power as they hit the gallop. Amber gently guided the filly into the strong pace. Converse to many ways of thinking, Ventura required a light hand instead of a strong one in order to control her overwhelming power. It was all in her hind legs. Amber shook her head, marveling at the speed they had attained so quickly.
They buried the random competitor and continued on their merry way. Amber smirked as Ventura’s legs blurred a bit more. The filly was energetic and more than ready to go. She had been galloping superbly coming into this race and wasn’t about to lose form now. Amber heard the engine rev midway down the backstretch. Or maybe it wasn’t an engine at all? Ven had plenty of energy, but there was something different about her. The way she gained speed...Amber realized she was giving no direction to the filly at all. Ven was like an unmanned explosive. She had been set on fire and soon she would explode. She required no direction from Amber in order to swarm the track as she did, in order to run as quickly as possible. Amber was just there for the legality of the matter.
A smirk appeared on Amber’s face. Well, Ventura was definitely ticking down then. The power was coalescing and Amber knew exactly what she and Ventura were going to do the minute they hit the final turn. Ven...let it go she whispered, words carried by the wind as she let the reins go. Ven threw down the gauntlet. She was going to take full advantage of this opportunity to gun it to the wire. Ventura soared, legs a blur as she blazed around the turn. Her eyes were furious and determined. There was no stopping her now. Amber held on for life. Ventura was a black comet. The explosive force of her hooves was enough to topple figurative empires. This princess was maturing into a queen, and this was apart of the coronation. Amber saw the future flickering before her eyes as Ventura passed under the wire in a blur of speed.
Very quickly and very gently, control was given back to the rider on the filly’s back. Amber felt like she was panting as she slowed down, a grin curling around her mouth. This had been more than a fantastic workout for Amber. It had been the final Breeders Cup workout of Year Thirteen, and that made it special beyond words. Amber would have clapped her hands if dropping the reins would not have invited bolting from Ventura. They were ready to go.
