Post by Alexia on Feb 19, 2012 22:00:17 GMT
Dark was a star, he had shown himself worthy of fame as a two year old and was already on the ball for a good three year old season. The dark bay colt was aiming for the top, aiming to be remembered, and while he was at Silver Stride Stables those around him would be pushing to help him get there. No matter what, he would try and they would be there with him. Especially Jacob, the colt's jockey. They had a bit of a special bond in that they seemed to understand one another and in a race scenario that bond meant they would be able to push harder than ever before.
As he led the dark bay colt toward the track Jacob was thinking. There were a number of big races coming up, each able to push him and the colt up a notch. With big wins came memories and if you created enough memories you would never be forgotten. Jacob didn't want to be forgotten, nor did he wish for Dark to be. He wanted them to go down in history as a team, the wins they might gather fuelling them onwards toward a brighter future. A future where, perhaps, the charm had broken through the darkness.
But for Dark there was nothing different to normal. He was heading for the track with his jockey to work out, there would be races and he would run to the best of his ability. Just like he always did. He would try to avoid mistakes, try to avoid being blocked in the straight. Like always, he would take each race individually, using his sharp mind to help formulate a plan and yet trusting Jacob's judgement also. No competition was too harsh for him, he could push his way through anything.
As they came closer to the track the colt, who had until that moment seemed almost absent minded, started to pay attention to the world around him. His ears perked, his neck curving as he showed off. Black whips cracked against his dark brown rump and his brown eyes gleamed thoughtfully in his skull. His predictions as to where they were headed confirmed he was ready to tear the dirt and head for the post, he was ready to prepare for victory.
Jacob quickly mounted and soon they were in the gates. Beneath him the colt stood patiently, ears pressed forwards and eyes on the track beyond the barrier. As the gates opened their start was slow and the pace they took was around average. For Dark, there was no need for a high pace at the begining of the race. For Dark, were this a real race, this would be where he settled at the back of the pack to eye up his competition. Speed here was not the key, thought was.
As they made their way down the straight they started to pick up the pace, clinging to the rail as they neared the corner. Dark's eyes started to narrow, his nostrils flaring as he imagined the competition, visualising in his mind's eye the sort of competition he had come up against in the past. Those he had beaten, those against whom he had failed to shine. For a colt who thrived in competition it was important for him to remember what he was up against, what he needed to defeat. He intended to do just that, and as he moved around the corner he was preparing himself for the time that really mattered.
In a race he really made his mark in the stretch, with blazing finishes which stuck in the mind. He surged forwards at huge pace to battle with those who had perhaps used their energy in the main part of the race. As they pulled out of the corner in the workout it was no different. Even with no real competition, without Jacob having to spur him on, he surged in speed. Each stride became longer, he threw his neck further as he reached for the finishing post. Jacob drove the colt, but did not use the whip as they surged forwards and soon they passed the post. Were they ready for the trials that lay ahead? Time would tell soon enough.
As he led the dark bay colt toward the track Jacob was thinking. There were a number of big races coming up, each able to push him and the colt up a notch. With big wins came memories and if you created enough memories you would never be forgotten. Jacob didn't want to be forgotten, nor did he wish for Dark to be. He wanted them to go down in history as a team, the wins they might gather fuelling them onwards toward a brighter future. A future where, perhaps, the charm had broken through the darkness.
But for Dark there was nothing different to normal. He was heading for the track with his jockey to work out, there would be races and he would run to the best of his ability. Just like he always did. He would try to avoid mistakes, try to avoid being blocked in the straight. Like always, he would take each race individually, using his sharp mind to help formulate a plan and yet trusting Jacob's judgement also. No competition was too harsh for him, he could push his way through anything.
As they came closer to the track the colt, who had until that moment seemed almost absent minded, started to pay attention to the world around him. His ears perked, his neck curving as he showed off. Black whips cracked against his dark brown rump and his brown eyes gleamed thoughtfully in his skull. His predictions as to where they were headed confirmed he was ready to tear the dirt and head for the post, he was ready to prepare for victory.
Jacob quickly mounted and soon they were in the gates. Beneath him the colt stood patiently, ears pressed forwards and eyes on the track beyond the barrier. As the gates opened their start was slow and the pace they took was around average. For Dark, there was no need for a high pace at the begining of the race. For Dark, were this a real race, this would be where he settled at the back of the pack to eye up his competition. Speed here was not the key, thought was.
As they made their way down the straight they started to pick up the pace, clinging to the rail as they neared the corner. Dark's eyes started to narrow, his nostrils flaring as he imagined the competition, visualising in his mind's eye the sort of competition he had come up against in the past. Those he had beaten, those against whom he had failed to shine. For a colt who thrived in competition it was important for him to remember what he was up against, what he needed to defeat. He intended to do just that, and as he moved around the corner he was preparing himself for the time that really mattered.
In a race he really made his mark in the stretch, with blazing finishes which stuck in the mind. He surged forwards at huge pace to battle with those who had perhaps used their energy in the main part of the race. As they pulled out of the corner in the workout it was no different. Even with no real competition, without Jacob having to spur him on, he surged in speed. Each stride became longer, he threw his neck further as he reached for the finishing post. Jacob drove the colt, but did not use the whip as they surged forwards and soon they passed the post. Were they ready for the trials that lay ahead? Time would tell soon enough.
