Post by Kenren on Mar 31, 2015 23:04:44 GMT -5
Criosphinx & Tigris Greenfire
Monarch's Journey & Vivien Charron
Monarch's Journey & Vivien Charron
"Viv, how is it you always get the sturdy, level-headed types and I'm given the brutes?" There wasn't a lot of real frustration in Tigris' voice, but it wasn't completely absent, either. The colt he was riding was moving nearly sideways against the bit over the dirt, making Tigris work incredibly hard to keep him at a lower pace for the warm up. The juvenile was gorgeous, to say the least, the red hue of his coat bright in the afternoon sun and big sprinter muscles flashing beneath the surface. The colt was doing pretty well, even if he wasn't incredibly consistent. At least there was one good thing about the hot-headed sorts - they often had more passion and heart than they even knew what to with, and that was the sort of thing that would take Cry far.
Vivien, much to the contrary, was sitting easily on a very well-behaved Monarch's Journey, flashing Tigris an unusual sly smile. Though the bay had started racing later than his stablemates, he was doing very well indeed on the track with a win and two seconds. It wasn't hard to see why - the colt's intelligence was beyond his years, and he seemed to take every new challenge as a personal affront. He had so much focus that he got over those obstacles very quickly. The same would happen in his races, they were sure - a loss will only be a challenge, and he will only come back stronger. "You're peas in a pod, you know. That's why get the hot-headed ones with the bad tempers." Vivien's voice was deceptively sweet, and Tigris shot him a glare before Cry pulled his attention back to the task at hand. But Vivien still caught Tigris' mumble of 'cocky brat.'
The banter was good-natured, though, and it took their minds away from the heat of the day. The horses were sweating lightly by the time they got the them up to a gallop, angling the them to the rail of the dirt. Cry's earlier edge had been dampened, likely more by the heat than the work. He was still heady, but he wasn't fighting like he was before. Since Arch didn't mind running up front, they put the bay ahead of Cry by about three lengths. Normally they didn't make the gap so large in a work as short as three furlongs, but Cry already had a huge edge as a sprinter in such a short breeze. Because he was the type with a lot of turn of foot, Cry didn't move at all for the first blistering furlongs of their run. Arch wasn't normally a speedster by trade, but he definitely had the ability if it was asked of him. In the last furlong, Tigris strongly shook the chestnut up and let him loose. The colt absolutely rocketed from his position, chasing Arch like his life depended on it. Arch, in return, felt the coming heat and Vivien got him on the run. It was a fight from there - Cry's speed against Arch's stamina. Both colts driving forward, the gap getting smaller and smaller, Arch surprised them all in the last moments. Just when Cry looked like he'd sweep by before the wire, Arch pinned his ears and lunged a few extra strides at the right moment. It was close, but a definitive 'win' for the bay. Moments later Cry swept by, overwhelming speed finally making up for the distance. It wasn't that one had failed and the other had succeeded - both colts had put in an exceptional showing, and both jockeys were thrilled at the prospect of their coming races.
Vivien, much to the contrary, was sitting easily on a very well-behaved Monarch's Journey, flashing Tigris an unusual sly smile. Though the bay had started racing later than his stablemates, he was doing very well indeed on the track with a win and two seconds. It wasn't hard to see why - the colt's intelligence was beyond his years, and he seemed to take every new challenge as a personal affront. He had so much focus that he got over those obstacles very quickly. The same would happen in his races, they were sure - a loss will only be a challenge, and he will only come back stronger. "You're peas in a pod, you know. That's why get the hot-headed ones with the bad tempers." Vivien's voice was deceptively sweet, and Tigris shot him a glare before Cry pulled his attention back to the task at hand. But Vivien still caught Tigris' mumble of 'cocky brat.'
The banter was good-natured, though, and it took their minds away from the heat of the day. The horses were sweating lightly by the time they got the them up to a gallop, angling the them to the rail of the dirt. Cry's earlier edge had been dampened, likely more by the heat than the work. He was still heady, but he wasn't fighting like he was before. Since Arch didn't mind running up front, they put the bay ahead of Cry by about three lengths. Normally they didn't make the gap so large in a work as short as three furlongs, but Cry already had a huge edge as a sprinter in such a short breeze. Because he was the type with a lot of turn of foot, Cry didn't move at all for the first blistering furlongs of their run. Arch wasn't normally a speedster by trade, but he definitely had the ability if it was asked of him. In the last furlong, Tigris strongly shook the chestnut up and let him loose. The colt absolutely rocketed from his position, chasing Arch like his life depended on it. Arch, in return, felt the coming heat and Vivien got him on the run. It was a fight from there - Cry's speed against Arch's stamina. Both colts driving forward, the gap getting smaller and smaller, Arch surprised them all in the last moments. Just when Cry looked like he'd sweep by before the wire, Arch pinned his ears and lunged a few extra strides at the right moment. It was close, but a definitive 'win' for the bay. Moments later Cry swept by, overwhelming speed finally making up for the distance. It wasn't that one had failed and the other had succeeded - both colts had put in an exceptional showing, and both jockeys were thrilled at the prospect of their coming races.