Post by Sussy on Jan 13, 2014 7:34:50 GMT -5
Tears of Blood, Apple Stakes Y14
”Seriously!” The new track worker, Sunny, announced his frustration as he rounded the stable isle, walking briskly towards Ella who was fixing feeds. She looked at him expectantly, realising he was cupping his left elbow, shaking his head. It could only mean one thing; he had been so intent on taking Tears of Blood, the new Stallion, up as his exercise responsibility, seemingly excited to deal with the challenge of his mood swings. Ella had spent some time with the fiery chestnut, and knew right off the bat that the duo would clash. Sunny liked to get his way, and even when the horse was a stallion he had a stronger will than most equines. But some stallions simply couldn’t be forced into manners or respect, it was something that was earnt with time and patience, not something that could be corrected with a sharp, firm hand or jab in the ribs.
”He’s all yours,” she knew he would get over it, but today it seemed ‘Happy’ truly was hers to deal with. She shook her head and laughed, Sunny revealing the damage that was dealt; luckily no blood, but certainly a nasty graze and bruise. She needed no more persuasion, striding out towards the wash bays with helmet in hand. She would find the stallion already tacked, although in Sunny’s gear, Ella wasn’t really going to bother switching everything up. She approached his side greeting him softly, pressing close against his shoulder to ensure he didn’t get enough momentum to deal a big bite. Untying him, she would walk him down towards the track, with one hand pressing at his cheek. He seemed quite calm really, alert ears pricked at his surroundings, unfazed by the workout that was to come. Perhaps his moods really did change as quickly as rumour had it.
His trot was huge, breezy, punching forwards with colossal power. He announced his maturity with every buoyant stride, propelling himself forwards with strengths barely imaginable. His neck craned to pressure, but his teeth pulled; a half-hearted fight for his head and dominance as the pair rounded the bend of the turf track at a powerful extended trot. But the chestnut had no desire to wait, and quickly he would drag his head downwards, attempting to pull it through Ella’s hands. She leaned back, becoming heavy down through her heels, supporting herself as Happy leapt into a canter. The canter was collected, but it wasn’t asked for, the young adult sending several sharp half-halts down towards the bit in an effort to bring him back to trot as a lesson in respect. And he did, but not before he let two decent bucks out of his system.
After making his statement, Ella would allow him onwards. And he would canter, his strides not so uphill as long and low; for his size his legs were considerably long, and his strides longer. He would stretch, his neck trying to pull down in an effort for freedom. But Ella would keep him contained, and after 3 furlongs of canter, she would finally urge him to gallop. With a seasoned transition as smooth as spun silk, he would usher himself forwards so naturally, seamlessly it was awe-striking. A huge contrast compared to their 3yo Stallion. But it was pleasurable and almost dreamy, his strides light and fluent, despite the huge amount of ground he covered. His nostrils flaired, ears pinning against his scalp as he began to quicken, showing his ‘Closer’ ability as he seemed to speed over half a furlong within meer seconds. Her breath was so taken aback, Ella almost forgot to reign him in after the 2 furlong sprint. But… wow, was he a stallion! And boy oh boy could he move.
