Post by Cruisey on Jun 3, 2014 13:43:22 GMT -5
SILVER SERENDIPITY && DEVON BLACKTHORN
It was one of the biggest races at Green Horse Fields minus the Stable Face Off and the Breeders Cup. All the stables were challenging each other to see who would bring home HOTY points in the Summer Cup. The race was going tough one as Demi was gate one, close to the rail.
Looking at the rest of the racers it was going to be a tough competition. The horse in gate two was Winged Pegasus, a two year colt from Star Thoroughbreds. He was a front runner and the horse which would like to lead the entire race, his record was pretty good as well, but not as experienced as Demi’s. Though we aren't scared as we knew most front runners tire easily as their energy was burned away too easily. In gate three was Daring Vision, an Intrepid Racing 2 year old. He was a stalker and had more track experience than Pegasus, but again not as much as the 3 year old filly. Demi had only raced twice this season, and that was the only way she was at a disadvantage. Devon had not given up on her yet. He knew she was capable of great things, and he knew that Demi was a powerful horse.
He quietly mounted the filly. Today, they were just going to run. The filly tossed her head as Carter released his grip on the reins as Demi pawed at the ground as she waited for instruction from the jockey. Devon pushed the filly into a walk and moved further on to the track then turned her to face up the track.
They moved swiftly from walk into a canter and then a gallop. Demi responded well to the instructions from her jockey, and maintained an average pace, her focus clearly on the track before her. Her muscles contracted and relaxed in time with each powerful stride and she was pushing onwards consistently. The dirt shifted beneath her hooves as they moved onwards and Devon took the time to enjoy the run.
Three furlongs in, and they were still running strong. Devon pushed the filly forwards, deciding to see how quick they could get when they had as long as they wanted, knowing that it would shorten the time of this run. The filly practically flew forwards. The constraint of her jockey holding her back removed, she was able to allow herself to just run, and she loved that feeling. It was like being free as she powered onwards, accelerating as she did. She was no closer, but with the space she had she had more than enough time to gather speed.
They were flying, or it felt like it, and the wind was hitting his face hard. The acceleration had stopped, but they were maintaining a good speed. Still, he knew they needed to start slowing things down and stopped driving for a few seconds before starting to pull the filly back down from the full on charge to a much slower gait. Finally, they were at walk once more. The filly was lathered with sweat, but she seemed happy, and Devon was excited for the future ahead of them.
