Post by Cruisey on Dec 15, 2014 15:22:37 GMT -5
Fire Calls
Siren Call && Devon Blackthorn
Speak Easy && Johnny Garner
You're just a ghost of blissful feelings,
A cloud of smoke that I keep breathing,
An illusion, I'm losing you to the games in my mind.
I see your face, an apparition,
But then it's changed,
Shape shifting,
Don't wanna open my eyes.
It was time for the battle of the two year olds. There was a reason the two juveniles were paired together, and that reason was in the form of competitiveness. Speak Easy, or Sonny around the farm, was one of the tougher milers in the juvenile category. His impressive performance in the Youth Challenge at Green Horse Fields made him a favourite for the Breeders Cup, much to the surprise of everyone around him. Sonny’s presence will be felt heavily on Saintly Touch, who had beaten him in the 2nd leg of the Youth Challenge and in the Futurity Stakes back in September; on Impressionable who had beaten both of the boys in various races, and on Palisade’s Pirate, a killer pace setter in the most important races. All four horses were killer rivals and have beaten each other at one or more points in the season.
Siren Call on the other hand, was facing a mighty tough group of two year old colts. Sun King had not placed out of the money once this season, which made him one of the heavy favourites going into the race. Silent Snap was two for two on 5 furlongs, and Lilith Wind was one of the toughest filly sprinters in the juvenile category. Any one of these horses could take it, and it would definitely be a race to look out for.
Carter knew the black colt didn’t enjoy long workouts, so the plan was to run them four furlongs; leaving plenty of leeway between the two races for the horses to have enough gas in the tank. Devon was given a leg up onto the wired filly, and could feel the pull on his reins, the power that lurked behind. It was all a matter of timing for this mid pack horse. He had to position her right, making sure not to get boxed in between the colts. Johnny took a bit longer to mount the colt. All Sonny wanted to do was cuddle and sleep, but there was no time for that right now. Carter was stressed already and he didn’t need a lazy horse to add to it.
The dirt track stretched out before them, freshly harrowed and watered down from the morning’s works. It must have been at least two in the afternoon since the track was pretty much deserted. Siren and Sonny were cantering side by side as they warmed up together. Siren was chewing on her bit, head tucked into her chest. Sonny was more relaxed, cantering beside her as if they were on a nice hack in the field. The gates would be used as normal, and Devon was hoping that Siren would go in as nice as she has been. The closer they got to the gate, the more Siren became agitated and Devon sighed. Somehow he knew this would happen. Bringing the horses back to a walk, the gate handlers each took a horse and led them over to the gate. Sonny had no problems as Johnny positioned himself atop the horse, sliding his goggles down his face. Devon was having a bit more problems with the filly, which refused to go near the stupid thing. With multiple hands, it took about 3 minutes to get Siren into the gates. When she was in, she would not stop moving. Devon couldn’t do anything but sit there and pray she didn’t injure herself.
In no time, the gates crashed open. The colt broke at an average pace, one that would propel him to the front-middle of the pack, which was where he liked to run. Siren broke a little quicker than the black horse and strode in front of him, but not for long as the two switched positions. In a race, a horse like Sonny would be in front of a horse like Siren. Both horses had the running power, speed and stamina to hold their own on the track in their respective positions. They continued to breeze for the first two furlongs, but as soon as their three furlong mark was in sight, it was full steam ahead.
Johnny held the colt steady into the turn, wind whipping up around them as his hooves tossed up the dirt. Devon didn’t even have to show Siren the whip before she shot forwards. The bay filly accelerated and went flying down the track. Siren was at the point in the race where there was no going back, where the way was hopefully clear, and where the win was in sight. Johnny saw the filly quickly gaining ground, and urged the horse onward. Sonny pinned his ears at his rider’s request, telling him that this wasn’t the right time. Johnny backed off and loosened the reins so that the horse could move at his own free will. Siren was nearly next to them at this point, and Devon could feel the filly accelerate harder once she caught up to Sonny. This was where both jockeys gave the reins away and just rode it all out. All they could do was steer as they left the running to the horses.
With a blur, the black horse kicked up a gear and lurched forward, nearly unseating his experienced rider. I guess this is the time Sonny wanted… Johnny thought to himself. He couldn’t help but smile as his strides lengthened and his head dropped lower. Siren wasn’t giving up either, her short legs working double the speed to match the stride of her partner. Carter couldn’t tell who had crossed the finish line first because he was too busy looking at his watch. Somehow, both of the juveniles had clocked in at 20.873 seconds over two furlongs, which was 4 seconds faster than the average blowout.
“Holy shit…” he muttered. Looking up at the track, Devon was struggling to rein in the filly, who was frothing at the mouth and looked fired up. Sonny looked the opposite; although he didn’t look as sweaty, he definitely looked ready for a nap - but that was just the signature Sonny trait. If this wasn’t a Christmas miracle, Carter didn’t know what was. His horses looked ready to run, and run they would.
Siren Call && Devon Blackthorn
Speak Easy && Johnny Garner
You're just a ghost of blissful feelings,
A cloud of smoke that I keep breathing,
An illusion, I'm losing you to the games in my mind.
I see your face, an apparition,
But then it's changed,
Shape shifting,
Don't wanna open my eyes.
It was time for the battle of the two year olds. There was a reason the two juveniles were paired together, and that reason was in the form of competitiveness. Speak Easy, or Sonny around the farm, was one of the tougher milers in the juvenile category. His impressive performance in the Youth Challenge at Green Horse Fields made him a favourite for the Breeders Cup, much to the surprise of everyone around him. Sonny’s presence will be felt heavily on Saintly Touch, who had beaten him in the 2nd leg of the Youth Challenge and in the Futurity Stakes back in September; on Impressionable who had beaten both of the boys in various races, and on Palisade’s Pirate, a killer pace setter in the most important races. All four horses were killer rivals and have beaten each other at one or more points in the season.
Siren Call on the other hand, was facing a mighty tough group of two year old colts. Sun King had not placed out of the money once this season, which made him one of the heavy favourites going into the race. Silent Snap was two for two on 5 furlongs, and Lilith Wind was one of the toughest filly sprinters in the juvenile category. Any one of these horses could take it, and it would definitely be a race to look out for.
Carter knew the black colt didn’t enjoy long workouts, so the plan was to run them four furlongs; leaving plenty of leeway between the two races for the horses to have enough gas in the tank. Devon was given a leg up onto the wired filly, and could feel the pull on his reins, the power that lurked behind. It was all a matter of timing for this mid pack horse. He had to position her right, making sure not to get boxed in between the colts. Johnny took a bit longer to mount the colt. All Sonny wanted to do was cuddle and sleep, but there was no time for that right now. Carter was stressed already and he didn’t need a lazy horse to add to it.
The dirt track stretched out before them, freshly harrowed and watered down from the morning’s works. It must have been at least two in the afternoon since the track was pretty much deserted. Siren and Sonny were cantering side by side as they warmed up together. Siren was chewing on her bit, head tucked into her chest. Sonny was more relaxed, cantering beside her as if they were on a nice hack in the field. The gates would be used as normal, and Devon was hoping that Siren would go in as nice as she has been. The closer they got to the gate, the more Siren became agitated and Devon sighed. Somehow he knew this would happen. Bringing the horses back to a walk, the gate handlers each took a horse and led them over to the gate. Sonny had no problems as Johnny positioned himself atop the horse, sliding his goggles down his face. Devon was having a bit more problems with the filly, which refused to go near the stupid thing. With multiple hands, it took about 3 minutes to get Siren into the gates. When she was in, she would not stop moving. Devon couldn’t do anything but sit there and pray she didn’t injure herself.
In no time, the gates crashed open. The colt broke at an average pace, one that would propel him to the front-middle of the pack, which was where he liked to run. Siren broke a little quicker than the black horse and strode in front of him, but not for long as the two switched positions. In a race, a horse like Sonny would be in front of a horse like Siren. Both horses had the running power, speed and stamina to hold their own on the track in their respective positions. They continued to breeze for the first two furlongs, but as soon as their three furlong mark was in sight, it was full steam ahead.
Johnny held the colt steady into the turn, wind whipping up around them as his hooves tossed up the dirt. Devon didn’t even have to show Siren the whip before she shot forwards. The bay filly accelerated and went flying down the track. Siren was at the point in the race where there was no going back, where the way was hopefully clear, and where the win was in sight. Johnny saw the filly quickly gaining ground, and urged the horse onward. Sonny pinned his ears at his rider’s request, telling him that this wasn’t the right time. Johnny backed off and loosened the reins so that the horse could move at his own free will. Siren was nearly next to them at this point, and Devon could feel the filly accelerate harder once she caught up to Sonny. This was where both jockeys gave the reins away and just rode it all out. All they could do was steer as they left the running to the horses.
With a blur, the black horse kicked up a gear and lurched forward, nearly unseating his experienced rider. I guess this is the time Sonny wanted… Johnny thought to himself. He couldn’t help but smile as his strides lengthened and his head dropped lower. Siren wasn’t giving up either, her short legs working double the speed to match the stride of her partner. Carter couldn’t tell who had crossed the finish line first because he was too busy looking at his watch. Somehow, both of the juveniles had clocked in at 20.873 seconds over two furlongs, which was 4 seconds faster than the average blowout.
“Holy shit…” he muttered. Looking up at the track, Devon was struggling to rein in the filly, who was frothing at the mouth and looked fired up. Sonny looked the opposite; although he didn’t look as sweaty, he definitely looked ready for a nap - but that was just the signature Sonny trait. If this wasn’t a Christmas miracle, Carter didn’t know what was. His horses looked ready to run, and run they would.
