Post by creativecause on Apr 16, 2015 16:56:17 GMT -5
Whisperer
Honorary and Alex Shade
Acorn Stakes Workout
By design God gave me feelings
And by design they shall not kill
But when the noises overwhelm me
I feel sure that they will
Oh, liberation, comes in whatever form to save me
I am burdened, and then the whisper comes
You whisper in the breeze
Whispers that I'm needing
Quiet words, soothe the hurt, whisperer
By design God gave me feelings
And by design they shall not kill
But when the noises overwhelm me
I feel sure that they will
Oh, liberation, comes in whatever form to save me
I am burdened, and then the whisper comes
You whisper in the breeze
Whispers that I'm needing
Quiet words, soothe the hurt, whisperer
The dappled Nebraska-bred filly called from the end of the barn not two seconds after Alex set foot in the isle. He could see her poke her head out of her stall, ears pricked and nostrils twitching in excitement, also a sign of another high-pitched welcoming whinny to come.
“Hey Honor,” he called after her. She anxiously paced around her stall, taking care to stick her head out the door each time she passed it so she could see how much closer he was. Her inability to stand still was rather humorous.
Alex was soon in front of her stall taking in the wondrous smell of horse as she stuck her nose in his face, expecting him to blow on it. It was something almost every one of his mounts did as a greeting to Alex. He released a breath on her nose and she lowered her head so he could give her a scratch on her poll, a spot she rather liked.
He took a moment to gaze at her before getting everything ready. Her gaze sent chills up his back. This filly saw right through him, when he looked into her eyes he saw the makings of something great, but she looked into his soul. She chose him to pilot her around the track safely with her nose down on that wire in first. Even though he had failed her a great many times, he’d be lying if he said she just gave up in each of those races. What set this filly apart from every other horse out there was her incredible heart and grit. She fought every step of the way, and yes, sometimes she did tire out or just simply got out ran; but with every race she ran in, she got better. The possibilities for Honorary at this point were endless.
He quickly got down to work, brushing her out and tacking her up, or attempting to seeing as she refused to stand still for more than five seconds at a time, which resulted in a sharp whack every time she attempted to nip him out of boredom.
They were soon out on the track at Green Horse Fields. Honor was practically yanking Alex’s arms out of their sockets. She was already frothing at the mouth and violently tossing her head. Alex knew better than to give her a head unless he wanted to start their workout early.
“Take it easy,” he pushed her into a canter and she pulled on the bit, imploring him to allow her to fully extend herself.
The Acorn was an odd race, and the recent scratch of Nirvana didn’t make it an easy race to handicap. As of now, the race was likely Calypso’s Fury’s for the taking, but with the odd pace set up, that may not be a problem. There wasn’t a frontrunner, and the only horse that would likely be willing to take that lead was Honor, or StarFire. If that was the case, and Honor was allowed lose on the lead, this race wasn’t going to be run the whole way around the track, it was going to be run in the final few furlongs. Honor had the ability to run and rate herself enough to have energy to blow-out in the stretch, and she did use it sparingly. Of all the runners, she was quite simply the dark horse. She didn’t have a fancy well-known pedigree, and of her 26 starts, only 4 of them resulted in a win, given 11 of them were seconds, the only advantage she looked to have was the fact that she had experience over the others. On paper, she stood no chance. However, races weren’t ran on paper, they were ran on a track and whoever won was the horse who had the most guts. Well, Alex was looking at her.
He couldn’t help but watch her ears flick around and how she ran with such delight. She rejoiced in her strength and the wind in her ears, her mane licked the air like a flame dances across a field in a forest fire. Honor flew across the ground as if she had wings. Alex let the filly have her head in the final furlong of their work and she was just simply gone, they hit the wire in a quick fashion that Honor wasn’t too happy to stop. He smiled, you let Honor go and she could just about fly. She was ready to take on whatever was thrown at her, and he was confident that she was sitting on one mighty big run.
“Hey Honor,” he called after her. She anxiously paced around her stall, taking care to stick her head out the door each time she passed it so she could see how much closer he was. Her inability to stand still was rather humorous.
Alex was soon in front of her stall taking in the wondrous smell of horse as she stuck her nose in his face, expecting him to blow on it. It was something almost every one of his mounts did as a greeting to Alex. He released a breath on her nose and she lowered her head so he could give her a scratch on her poll, a spot she rather liked.
He took a moment to gaze at her before getting everything ready. Her gaze sent chills up his back. This filly saw right through him, when he looked into her eyes he saw the makings of something great, but she looked into his soul. She chose him to pilot her around the track safely with her nose down on that wire in first. Even though he had failed her a great many times, he’d be lying if he said she just gave up in each of those races. What set this filly apart from every other horse out there was her incredible heart and grit. She fought every step of the way, and yes, sometimes she did tire out or just simply got out ran; but with every race she ran in, she got better. The possibilities for Honorary at this point were endless.
He quickly got down to work, brushing her out and tacking her up, or attempting to seeing as she refused to stand still for more than five seconds at a time, which resulted in a sharp whack every time she attempted to nip him out of boredom.
They were soon out on the track at Green Horse Fields. Honor was practically yanking Alex’s arms out of their sockets. She was already frothing at the mouth and violently tossing her head. Alex knew better than to give her a head unless he wanted to start their workout early.
“Take it easy,” he pushed her into a canter and she pulled on the bit, imploring him to allow her to fully extend herself.
The Acorn was an odd race, and the recent scratch of Nirvana didn’t make it an easy race to handicap. As of now, the race was likely Calypso’s Fury’s for the taking, but with the odd pace set up, that may not be a problem. There wasn’t a frontrunner, and the only horse that would likely be willing to take that lead was Honor, or StarFire. If that was the case, and Honor was allowed lose on the lead, this race wasn’t going to be run the whole way around the track, it was going to be run in the final few furlongs. Honor had the ability to run and rate herself enough to have energy to blow-out in the stretch, and she did use it sparingly. Of all the runners, she was quite simply the dark horse. She didn’t have a fancy well-known pedigree, and of her 26 starts, only 4 of them resulted in a win, given 11 of them were seconds, the only advantage she looked to have was the fact that she had experience over the others. On paper, she stood no chance. However, races weren’t ran on paper, they were ran on a track and whoever won was the horse who had the most guts. Well, Alex was looking at her.
He couldn’t help but watch her ears flick around and how she ran with such delight. She rejoiced in her strength and the wind in her ears, her mane licked the air like a flame dances across a field in a forest fire. Honor flew across the ground as if she had wings. Alex let the filly have her head in the final furlong of their work and she was just simply gone, they hit the wire in a quick fashion that Honor wasn’t too happy to stop. He smiled, you let Honor go and she could just about fly. She was ready to take on whatever was thrown at her, and he was confident that she was sitting on one mighty big run.