Post by Cruisey on Aug 25, 2014 17:19:08 GMT -5
SIREN CALL && DEVON BLACKTHORN
Raven Run Stakes Workout
The sleek bay filly trotted out onto the sloppy track, her coat was drenched in seconds because of the downpour that decided to continue on. Siren Call was on her toes and was preparing for the open Raven Run Stakes at The Wire. Carter had been keeping her racing under the radar to build her grade status, which seemed to be working well since she was one win away from becoming a grade three. Siren pranced sideways to the rail before trotting forward as they pressed up against the white railing. She wasn't too sure about the slop, but Devon had no doubt in his mind that the filly would be fine. He let the filly begin to canter forward, muscles moving well under her bay skin. Siren Call was a beautiful sight and a few works had come to see the filly move. Her lethal movements across the dirt were amazing and she looked like a Queen on the track.
Squeezing his legs, he allowed Siren to enter a faster gait before Devon felt that she was getting more comfortable on the messy track. They had decided to skip gating Siren today to keep her working at a comfortable pace. Within seconds after Devon had loosened the reins to allow the filly to move, she shot forward, hooves sloshing in the mud. Devon had pretended there was another horse beside them, pressing on the bay filly as they would in an actual race. It began to fade as they took the corner, and the doubt in Devon's mind faded with it. Devon held Siren back another furlong before unleashing her power. She thundered forward, crossing that line in seconds that seemed to pass as minutes. The power in the young horse matched that of her father, and those of her siblings as well.
Squeezing his legs, he allowed Siren to enter a faster gait before Devon felt that she was getting more comfortable on the messy track. They had decided to skip gating Siren today to keep her working at a comfortable pace. Within seconds after Devon had loosened the reins to allow the filly to move, she shot forward, hooves sloshing in the mud. Devon had pretended there was another horse beside them, pressing on the bay filly as they would in an actual race. It began to fade as they took the corner, and the doubt in Devon's mind faded with it. Devon held Siren back another furlong before unleashing her power. She thundered forward, crossing that line in seconds that seemed to pass as minutes. The power in the young horse matched that of her father, and those of her siblings as well.
