Post by S u N f r O s T ~ on Aug 17, 2012 11:27:35 GMT -5
INFINITE WARCRY AND AMBER BLACK
INFINI'S FIST WIRE FINISH CUP TURF PREP
His first race at The Wire racetrack would be the toughest one yet of his very short career. But despite that, the odds were still in the young colt's favor. At three years old, Infinite Warcry had raced the lightest out of all of the top class horses of his division, but he had probably earned the most success from those few starts. He had eight wins in eleven starts, and that was very impressive. When you saw that he had won at the Breeders Cup Juvenile Turf at the end of last season and then saw that he had won the first Turf Triple Crown prep, the Coronation Cup, over Best Two Year Old Colt award winner Instant Success, you started paying more attention to the gentle giant that was Infini. He was undefeated this season, three for three, and he had been hanging around The Wire track for a little over a week, taking it all in. Now he was ready to work for real over the surface.
Infini walked with a quiet demeanor. He had been quietly affectionate during grooming and was now just quietly obedient. However, his eyes said another thing. They roamed around the track, taking it all in and cataloging everything that they saw. He moved with calm purpose. The three year old knew why he was here. He was here to race. And judging by the atmosphere of the track, it had to be a big race. The Wire Finish Cup Turf, to be precise. Nine furlongs over the turf would be easy for the stamina monster. He had won his Breeders Cup race over this distance. Now he sought to win again against some good competition along a course that was unfamiliar to him. But unfamiliar things did not phase this horse. He was fine with wherever he ran, as long as he got to run.
Amber grinned as heads turned to take in the black colt critically. He was not from bloodlines of renown but had been extremely successful as of yet. He was a top contender for the Turf Triple Crown, and in the reins of Amber Black, owner of the stable known for its turf racers, the odds were looking good for him. Another win here would further boost their chances. He was coming in well rested and facing two horses, one of which Amber knew very well. The first was Thunderstrike from Akita Rose. He was five years old and lightly raced for his age. So far this year he had started six times for all top three places and a win last time out. However, that was a lot of times to have raced so early in the year, and Amber couldn't help wondering if the stallion would be tired coming into this race. Six races in nine weeks. That was a feat to be pull off. Yet, being an older horse, he had a greater conditioning level, so Amber wasn't betting on him being tired. He would be the leader for the race.
The other entrant was Ian from Intrepid. Amber grinned at the thought. Son of Little Miss Innocent, born at SOPS - how could she not know this stallion? Galaxy Ruler...he was having a pretty good season with Intrepid, with a win and two seconds, and he was also five years old. He was also a closer, and Amber knew just how the stallion ticked. So they were facing two horses, both older, in this race. Infini would truly be tested. If he could win here, he could win anywhere, and the Turf Triple Crown could actually be within his grasp. Amber had long wanted to capture the Turf Triple Crown. It had always been a goal every season, and she had always just fallen short. Maybe Infini would be the one to break this curse her stable apparently had? He would close from behind in this race and was known for coming on like a freight train, making up seemingly impossible amounts of ground to take a win.
Today's workout would be simple. Any spectators looking for something speedy would not be getting that today. The general aim was conditioning and Amber also wanted to check out how the colt was feeling. Thus, she lightly flexed the reins and let Infini begin to canter. He strode with power, a ground eating stride she had recognized when he was younger. He was the stamina king. He only got faster as the race got longer. He loved distance, craved it even. He was a very easy going thoroughbred. He preferred to break slowly and loaf around for a bit before getting serious. Then he would come forward, and by the end of the race sprint with blinding speed to catch the lead. He liked to relax until he felt ready to go. Relaxed racehorses were rare - but when Amber found them, she tended to love them (aka Worldbreaker).
They shifted from their relaxed canter to an equally relaxed gallop. There was no tugging on the reins, nothing. They ghosted along for about a mile before Amber pulled the mighty stallion up. He wasn't breathing hard at all, and a light sheen of sweat covered him. He felt like he was ready to take more - and he would definitely get more as he continued along the Turf Triple Crown trail. With this amazingly fit colt in hand, Amber knew that if they played the race right it could very well become theirs.
