Post by Cruisey on Apr 26, 2016 20:57:53 GMT -5
HOT LOOKS && DEVON BLACKTHORN
Welcome Home Workout
There was a new redhead in town, and Carter Leeson couldn't be more proud of the filly he had picked up. With the recent official closure of Star Thoroughbreds, Firestone's owner and trainer did not want to miss one of this season's hottest sales. With a barn full of inspiring and fresh lines, a lot of horses were sold within minutes. For Hot Looks, this wasn't the exact case. The chestnut filly came into the sale ring with a kick and a squeal, her eyes brimming with mischief and fire. Carter was surprised that he was the only one placing an offer on the filly, surely there should have been more takers. At the end of the day, Carter was loading the fiery filly into the back of the Firestone trailer as they made their way back to the property.
After a few weeks of settling into her new home, Hottie made it quite clear that she was the leader. Both her and Fire Goddess were the only redheads in the three-year-old crop and it certainly seemed like they were causing trouble within the herd. Fancy followed the newcomer everywhere she went and almost made it seem like she was Hottie’s new personal assistant. Today however, Fancy would be sitting on the sidelines while the other chestnut filly made her workout debut for Firestone.
The turf was springy and easy to run over on this particular day at Firestone. Hottie tossed her head in amusement, eager to step onto the track after a four-month break.
“Easy, Hottie.” Devon said, stroking the chestnut filly’s neck as they stepped energetically out onto the surface. The track was silent and the air was chilled, although the humidity began to rise as the sun hit the track with its powerful rays. Devon turned the filly in circles as she slowly relaxed. Bringing Hottie to a halt, Devon let her examine the sights and sounds of the new track. He walked her forward to the barrier separating both the dirt and turf track, as they switched onto the turf. Devon pushed her forward into an energetic trot and the filly responded instantly, perking her ears and snorting. As Hottie trotted, she lifted her knees high, her light aluminum shoes rising and falling before she energetically broke into a canter, bobbing her head with each energetic stride.
Seeing as Hottie was new to the barn, Carter decided to test her on the gates. After a long break, he wasn’t sure if the filly would like them or not. As Devon and Hottie approached the grey gates, Hottie pricked her ears slightly. Devon gave her a little squeeze on the sides, urging her forwards. The chestnut filly walked forward energetically, all four hooves hitting the ground in sync. As soon as they got closed, Hottie pinned her ears and tried to lash out at the handler.
“Woah. Quit it, you know what these are…” Devon sighed, tapping Hottie slightly on the shoulder with his whip. After a few more encouraging words, Hottie loaded into the gates as if nothing had ever happened.
When they were in the gate, Hottie shifted her weight. Devon readied himself, giving the starter the thumbs up. The bell rang and Hottie leapt out the gate in a flying fashion, as she always has done. Devon didn’t expect the bullet and pulled himself up, and once Hottie rolled out with a smooth pace, the jockey relaxed, resting his hands near the filly’s withers. Devon pushed his hands up Hottie’s neck slightly, urging the chestnut forward to pick up the speed just a tad. She responded well and perked her ears, her slender legs working together to power her along the turf.
Devon kept her at the quick pace along the turf as he asked her to switch leads as they entered the turn. Furlongs passed as Devon continued to ask a bit more of Hottie as they rounded the turn. Hottie cruised around the banked curve as if she had never taken a break from the track. Devon could feel Hottie taking in sharp breaths of air as they hit the homestretch, her stamina wavering slightly due to the time off.
With a tap on her rump, Hottie responded eagerly and almost unseated Devon once again. He gripped onto the filly’s golden brown mane as Hottie stretched out as much as she could. As they flew under the wire, Devon released all the tension from the reins and his body and felt a breathed a sigh of relief. Hottie tossed her head when asked to slow down, but reluctantly collected her stride and came back down the paces. She was blowing hard, and she clocked in a bit slow, but it was a process for a horse to get back into the swing of things after months off. She was ready enough for a small debut race, and once she built her stamina up again she would be ready to face the big girls.
After a few weeks of settling into her new home, Hottie made it quite clear that she was the leader. Both her and Fire Goddess were the only redheads in the three-year-old crop and it certainly seemed like they were causing trouble within the herd. Fancy followed the newcomer everywhere she went and almost made it seem like she was Hottie’s new personal assistant. Today however, Fancy would be sitting on the sidelines while the other chestnut filly made her workout debut for Firestone.
The turf was springy and easy to run over on this particular day at Firestone. Hottie tossed her head in amusement, eager to step onto the track after a four-month break.
“Easy, Hottie.” Devon said, stroking the chestnut filly’s neck as they stepped energetically out onto the surface. The track was silent and the air was chilled, although the humidity began to rise as the sun hit the track with its powerful rays. Devon turned the filly in circles as she slowly relaxed. Bringing Hottie to a halt, Devon let her examine the sights and sounds of the new track. He walked her forward to the barrier separating both the dirt and turf track, as they switched onto the turf. Devon pushed her forward into an energetic trot and the filly responded instantly, perking her ears and snorting. As Hottie trotted, she lifted her knees high, her light aluminum shoes rising and falling before she energetically broke into a canter, bobbing her head with each energetic stride.
Seeing as Hottie was new to the barn, Carter decided to test her on the gates. After a long break, he wasn’t sure if the filly would like them or not. As Devon and Hottie approached the grey gates, Hottie pricked her ears slightly. Devon gave her a little squeeze on the sides, urging her forwards. The chestnut filly walked forward energetically, all four hooves hitting the ground in sync. As soon as they got closed, Hottie pinned her ears and tried to lash out at the handler.
“Woah. Quit it, you know what these are…” Devon sighed, tapping Hottie slightly on the shoulder with his whip. After a few more encouraging words, Hottie loaded into the gates as if nothing had ever happened.
When they were in the gate, Hottie shifted her weight. Devon readied himself, giving the starter the thumbs up. The bell rang and Hottie leapt out the gate in a flying fashion, as she always has done. Devon didn’t expect the bullet and pulled himself up, and once Hottie rolled out with a smooth pace, the jockey relaxed, resting his hands near the filly’s withers. Devon pushed his hands up Hottie’s neck slightly, urging the chestnut forward to pick up the speed just a tad. She responded well and perked her ears, her slender legs working together to power her along the turf.
Devon kept her at the quick pace along the turf as he asked her to switch leads as they entered the turn. Furlongs passed as Devon continued to ask a bit more of Hottie as they rounded the turn. Hottie cruised around the banked curve as if she had never taken a break from the track. Devon could feel Hottie taking in sharp breaths of air as they hit the homestretch, her stamina wavering slightly due to the time off.
With a tap on her rump, Hottie responded eagerly and almost unseated Devon once again. He gripped onto the filly’s golden brown mane as Hottie stretched out as much as she could. As they flew under the wire, Devon released all the tension from the reins and his body and felt a breathed a sigh of relief. Hottie tossed her head when asked to slow down, but reluctantly collected her stride and came back down the paces. She was blowing hard, and she clocked in a bit slow, but it was a process for a horse to get back into the swing of things after months off. She was ready enough for a small debut race, and once she built her stamina up again she would be ready to face the big girls.
