Post by Kenren on Mar 25, 2015 13:06:29 GMT -5
Passionate God & Halexia Suhail
Wyvern & Minske Mavecci
Wyvern & Minske Mavecci
"Look at you, back up on something other than a yearling," Hal said both teasingly and fondly, and Minske flashed a smile. "Not sure if it counts, though. I was just on him a few months ago." He reached down to pet Wyvern's neck fondly, then booted the colt's mouth from long practice when he snaked back to bite his boot. Wyvern threw his head up, chewing the bit, and didn't try it again. "Though apparently he's forgotten that." Minske's voice was amused, not irritated - the bay really was a sweet horse, but he had an awful biting habit. You could love him, but you couldn't trust him. Ironic, given his dam's name was Trust Limits.
"He got my arm this morning," Hal said in a moody manner, shrugging the shoulder. True to form, there was a light bruise forming on her bicep. Minske grimaced in sympathy. "Well, at least Nate's more you type of crazy." And really, he was - just like their Augusto line, he walked with his neck bowed against the bit and eyes rolling at the colt walking beside him. With any other rider he'd be practically unmanageable. But with Hal and her golden stallion touch, he was just heady and bold in the best ways.
Wyvern had been doing well so far, not finishing out of the money in his five starts but still having a bit of a struggle getting into the winner's circle. They weren't too worried about him, though - he was a quick learner and likely just needed some maturing to truly get the job done. And that type of maturing would come with running works with older horses like Passionate God. Passionate God had not been doing brilliantly so far, but he was about to be switch to dirt, which was more to his breeding, and his record would likely appreciate it soon. Perhaps he'd even take off like his half-brother Mourning Passion - though that was perhaps dreaming bigger than reality. Either way, if it was possible, Hal was the one who would get him there.
They got the horses out to the track, and for the first real work since they'd gotten him, Passionate God was turned onto the dirt. Wyvern pranced excitedly alongside, which seemed to annoy the older bay, but then he focused on the open ground ahead of him. Both riders had a solid workout of their own, keeping the horses at lower speeds to warm up. However, it wasn't until he was moved to the rail at a gallop that Passionate God was finally able to relax a little. Not that he would relax a ton - he was a high-strung creature, full of aggressive forward movement. Wyvern settled two furlongs back - the colt needed something to chase if he wanted to perform well. Hal kept Nate steady for a few strides before allowing him to stretch forward into a good pace for their four-furlong work. Wyvern rose gamely to the pace, ears pressed forward and mood overall perfect. Minske had him start gaining almost immediately, as Wyvern was one that liked to creep up throughout a race. Nate didn't react to the gradual encroachment, not caring as long as he was ahead. And Hal was keeping him tempered with her hands and seat as well, telling him emphatically with her body language that it wasn't time to go yet. Not until Wyvern got a head in front did Hal let Nate go. Minske had been waiting for it, and saw the predatory grin she flashed him while Nate powered by. Minske leaned into his colt, encouraging the bay to chase even though he needed more distance and frankly maturity to catch the older colt. Wyvern responded beautifully, stretching out and pinning his ears in a full-out chase. Nate wasn't just pulling away, though - he was flying. Minske found himself frankly shocked - Wyvern was a good colt, and he could tell they were running a quick work right now. But Nate wasn't slowing down. He was widening the gap and completely running off. Hal wasn't even pushing him.
Minske laughed out loud, slowly easing Wyvern back. Hal was getting Nate to do the same, but he looked like he was fighting it. When he was finally wrangled, Hal looped him back to stand by Wyvern, flushed and smiling with exhilaration. "Was that as fast as I think it was?" Hal asked, eyes bright with excitement as she patted the colt's sweating neck. Nate looked a little tired, but not any more than usual after a work. He even had the energy to pin his ears at Wyvern when the colt reached out to sniff him. Minske turned to the rail, where there were a number of middle-aged men with stopwatches and clipboards. Writers for the racing forms and websites most likely. "So how was he?" Minske asked as way of response to Hal. One gave a big grin, tapping the watch on his board. "Better than anything he's done on turf, and that wasn't even a real race." Minske turned back to Hal. "So there. The rest is on you."
"He got my arm this morning," Hal said in a moody manner, shrugging the shoulder. True to form, there was a light bruise forming on her bicep. Minske grimaced in sympathy. "Well, at least Nate's more you type of crazy." And really, he was - just like their Augusto line, he walked with his neck bowed against the bit and eyes rolling at the colt walking beside him. With any other rider he'd be practically unmanageable. But with Hal and her golden stallion touch, he was just heady and bold in the best ways.
Wyvern had been doing well so far, not finishing out of the money in his five starts but still having a bit of a struggle getting into the winner's circle. They weren't too worried about him, though - he was a quick learner and likely just needed some maturing to truly get the job done. And that type of maturing would come with running works with older horses like Passionate God. Passionate God had not been doing brilliantly so far, but he was about to be switch to dirt, which was more to his breeding, and his record would likely appreciate it soon. Perhaps he'd even take off like his half-brother Mourning Passion - though that was perhaps dreaming bigger than reality. Either way, if it was possible, Hal was the one who would get him there.
They got the horses out to the track, and for the first real work since they'd gotten him, Passionate God was turned onto the dirt. Wyvern pranced excitedly alongside, which seemed to annoy the older bay, but then he focused on the open ground ahead of him. Both riders had a solid workout of their own, keeping the horses at lower speeds to warm up. However, it wasn't until he was moved to the rail at a gallop that Passionate God was finally able to relax a little. Not that he would relax a ton - he was a high-strung creature, full of aggressive forward movement. Wyvern settled two furlongs back - the colt needed something to chase if he wanted to perform well. Hal kept Nate steady for a few strides before allowing him to stretch forward into a good pace for their four-furlong work. Wyvern rose gamely to the pace, ears pressed forward and mood overall perfect. Minske had him start gaining almost immediately, as Wyvern was one that liked to creep up throughout a race. Nate didn't react to the gradual encroachment, not caring as long as he was ahead. And Hal was keeping him tempered with her hands and seat as well, telling him emphatically with her body language that it wasn't time to go yet. Not until Wyvern got a head in front did Hal let Nate go. Minske had been waiting for it, and saw the predatory grin she flashed him while Nate powered by. Minske leaned into his colt, encouraging the bay to chase even though he needed more distance and frankly maturity to catch the older colt. Wyvern responded beautifully, stretching out and pinning his ears in a full-out chase. Nate wasn't just pulling away, though - he was flying. Minske found himself frankly shocked - Wyvern was a good colt, and he could tell they were running a quick work right now. But Nate wasn't slowing down. He was widening the gap and completely running off. Hal wasn't even pushing him.
Minske laughed out loud, slowly easing Wyvern back. Hal was getting Nate to do the same, but he looked like he was fighting it. When he was finally wrangled, Hal looped him back to stand by Wyvern, flushed and smiling with exhilaration. "Was that as fast as I think it was?" Hal asked, eyes bright with excitement as she patted the colt's sweating neck. Nate looked a little tired, but not any more than usual after a work. He even had the energy to pin his ears at Wyvern when the colt reached out to sniff him. Minske turned to the rail, where there were a number of middle-aged men with stopwatches and clipboards. Writers for the racing forms and websites most likely. "So how was he?" Minske asked as way of response to Hal. One gave a big grin, tapping the watch on his board. "Better than anything he's done on turf, and that wasn't even a real race." Minske turned back to Hal. "So there. The rest is on you."