Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2014 21:25:22 GMT -5
Majestic Hero, Palm Beach Stakes
Power punched from broad shoulders as the tall colt would move at an impressive extended trot, the drive of his forequarters bouncing Ella in and out of her seat with a force of admirable quantity. But the trot was nothing compared to the canter, as the lone bay would allow his rider to ease him into the jaunty push of canter; smooth transitions didn’t exist for this boy, as he would bounce into a new pace without any increase in stride from the last. It was that trait that gave him his bursting departures from the start gates, and what pushed him out before the others almost every single time. Ella didn’t want to over-work him, he had a big race coming up and she had no desire to tire him. But it was so, so hard to resist that almost violent swing from canter to gallop that he was so famous for. The sensation was more potent than heroin, and it was sure as hell addictive to sit too; she had never felt anything quite like it.
The turf would flex beneath his stretching hooves, his pace seeming to linger somewhat just short of breaking into gallop; gosh, he was so big-moving. Shoulders continued to drive out in front of him, power also pushing from behind as muscles would roll beneath his exotic flesh. He was so keen, absolutely bursting at the seams as he waited for his cue to push forwards at full pelt. Unless some of his competitors were some form of born miracle, he sure as hell was staring that win directly in the face; confident than ever in his abilities. A light suggestion of rain began to fall from the heavens, spitting, his ears would flicker, but his focus would stand strong. Not much could deter him from his mind-set, his eagerness to, quite simply, just move.
As if his canter was impressive, Ella would finally allow the colt the freedom of his head- and boy oh boy did he take the opportunity! The young jockey was almost pulled forwards by the thrusting of his neck as he lurched forth, skull pushing downwards and forwards as his ears would pin. It wasn’t a surprise his breaks were virtually unbeatable! Amazed, Ella would prepare herself for him to slow, however before she could ask him to do so, Jester would ease back into that more comfortable pace he was so famous for. Imaginary competitors would ease up in front him, as they likely would during the race, and Jester would settle behind the invisible tails of those to lead the field. He seemed so eager to push forward again, however Ella wouldn’t allow him, instead she would work only at his wide turns; keeping his balance practise as her right reign would open, and left would press against his neck. He felt the freedom of movement, and his right shoulder dropped inwards as he made the gradual wide opening around the bend, only to be brought back to centre field moments later. It was a short run, but he did it so well, with a furious ability that was clear even in his comfortable pace. Satisfied, Ella would bring him back to a trot after some convincing, reaching proudly downward to rub in front of his withers.
