Post by creativecause on Nov 22, 2015 14:00:29 GMT -5
Spirit Of The Angel and Andrew Martin
Incineration and Alex Shade
Andrew whistled along as he and Nelly stepped out onto the track with the attitude of a true professional. Even though the small filly pressed against the bit, eager to get going, she still kept her head, which was more than she could say for her workmate.
Behind her the beautiful filly by the name of Incineration was having nothing short of an absolute meltdown. Speedy had been known to throw some in her day, but today's may have been one for the record book. She’d already dismounted Alex twice with some well timed bucks and she went after Proletariat after he’d finished his workout for the day.
Alex took another buck in stride and urged the filly forward, only to make it a few steps and be met with another buck again. Her ears were slicked to the back of her head. The only horse Grayson Meadows had ever known to behave this way was a lovely mare by the name of Passion Heart. Sure, they’d made it through a year of that, and figured out how to manage her correctly, but Passion Heart would at least let you near her, Speedy chased her grooms in the pastures when they went to get her and went after anyone who ventured too close to her stall. Overall Speedy had no concept of respect for anyone but other horses and even then she didn’t really know what it meant.
Alex turned the filly in a tight circle and pushed her into a extended trot. Steve and Aaron eyed their horses with curiosity.
“You didn’t do a very good job of teaching your little filly there some manners.” Aaron smirked at Steve then pointed to Nelly. “See that there, that is a good horse.” Aaron pointed to Speedy next. “That, is not.”
“I like mine to have a little fight in them,” Steve shot back watching Speedy throw another fit and Alex pulled her around again, his face pinched in irritation. It wasn’t a common thing to see Alex irritated with a mount.
Aaron rolled her eyes and watched her prized filly with pride. Nelly had grown in the last few months, although she was still a scrawny little thing. At 14 hands she was the shortest horse in the barn, and she’d been projected to reach about 15. She wasn’t the tanky type build,nor was she the swan-like, or inbetween, Nelly was an absolute twig. She was that twelve year old boy that could eat ten thousand calories a day and still not get fat.
Andrew pushed Nelly into a trot and followed behind Speedy. Alex smirked at the fluffiness of both of their mounts. It had actually just snowed in Nebraska, Alex was silently thankful for the indoor track they’d built earlier that year.
Andrew then asked Nelly for a canter and Speedy followed suit. Once they were both warmed up Andrew and Alex sent their mounts out for a gallop. Speedy towered over her workmate, as a matter of fact, you couldn’t see anything but Nelly’s legs and Andrew atop her flowy back. The little filly fought strongly aside Speedy who ran along at an easy cruising speed with her ears pinned, but anyone nearby could tell the filly was enjoying every second of the work. Grayson Meadows usually tried not to stall their horses for too long, but since it had recently snowed they’d put most of their horses inside to avoid the frigid weather that was to come in the next few days. Which meant a lot of horses were getting a little stir crazy.
Andrew sent Nelly after Speedy as they came into the final two furlongs of their work and Nelly exploded from his hands. She was a push button horse, and as long as you kept your hand on that button she would run as fast as she could. Speedy retaliated by turning on her jets as well. However, today, Nelly wanted revenge against the filly that put her through hell throughout her entire weanling and yearling years and she shut the door on Speedy, pulling away to win by a length and a half.