Jan 2, 2017 16:16:53 GMT -5
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Post by Rendezvous on Jan 2, 2017 16:16:53 GMT -5
New Faces, New Horizons
ft. ENRAPTURE, SWEET TALKER, OH THE IRONY, RISING WONDER, BEYOND CONSTELLATION
ft. ENRAPTURE, SWEET TALKER, OH THE IRONY, RISING WONDER, BEYOND CONSTELLATION
Since opening its doors and fitting our jockeys with our racing silks, KC Racing has yet to bring their own bred stock the racetrack. While that time will approach us at some point, we do have four new horses to add to our roster this racing season, with the an additional three juveniles currently being leased to Montgomery Acres, Sunset Acres and Crimson Haven Stables for the duration of Year Seventeen and depending on their successes on the track under the chosen ownership, hopefully more years to come. The new year at KC Racing and our plans for the year will be discussed in an article that will be posted before the month of January is out, for now let's focus on our new additions. We managed to allow our jockeys to get a feel for our leased out juveniles just before we sent them to their new homes.
First is Icarus Flight, a dappled grey filly by Forbidden To Fly and out of Sizzling Dawn. The filly has an odd preference of distance, perferring anything from five furlongs to ten. Her partner today would be the bay filly Sweet Talker, a horse who was purchased from the stable as Mardi Gras. The filly is by Immortal Flight and out of Strictly Speaking. She is also a lover of dirt tracks, preferring to run eight furlongs to eleven furlongs.
First off, Sweet Talker completely refused to be put into the starting gate, digging her hooves into the dirt and flattening her ears. Icarus made a point of following the filly and taking it to the next level, rolling her eyes and rearing up onto her hind legs, making quite the fuss. The hands quickly made a point of trying to calm the girls down before they tired themselves out so they couldn't take the track. Two anxious bites and a nervous kick later, the fillies were loaded into their respective places.
The bay filly, Sweet Talker, was keen on leaning her chest against the starting gate, her nose blaring and pressed up against the bars. She was anxious to get out of the stall, whilst Icarus Flight flicking her ears constantly, her eyes looking around and looking for a way out, a way to surge ahead instead of remain stationary.
The bell sounded and Sweet Talker was the first to burst from the gates in an eager fashion, throwing her head up as she did before straightening and running ahead. Icarus Flight followed soon after, gaining some immediate burst of speed and pushing ahead so that she was even with the rival bay filly. Both fillies preferred to stay in the middle of the pack, which would explain how the fillies kept level with each other, Sweet Talker always staying close, but not even with the grey filly. It wasn't until the back stretch that Sweet Talker tried to push ahead, ganging up slowly and gradually behind her competition. Both fillies had the same strategy in mind and were set on trying to beat the other in terms of tenacity but it would be Icarus Flight that would get the upper-hand and set foot across the finish line a length ahead of Sweet Talker.
And then there was the stunning dark bay daughter of former iron horse, Comeuppance. Her name was Oh The Irony. Although she looked intimidating, she inherited her father's polite demeanor, acting as pleasant as a horse possibly can. Unlike her father, a dual surface runner, Irony had a love for the turf tracks, you couldn't even get this horse to touch a dirt track, and if you did? She'll run like crap, point blank.
It would be a practice run on a ten furlong track, just to see what the filly's time would like. One had to know what kind of times their horse was running before even thinking about putting them up against horses who might just be natural born speed demons. Even though Irony came from superb bloodlines, there was always that small percent of a chance that she could be a dud.
Irony didn't even bat an eye at being led towards the starting gates. In fact, the filly touched the outside of the gate with a velvet muzzle, greeting the gates as though they'd say something in whatever language horses spoke. Ears flicked to and fro as the filly was led into the gate, her only discomfort being when the gates were shut behind her and she developed a moment of claustrophobia. But Samson Cooper, her jockey for that morning, reassured the mare through soft spoken words, easing the rein up further along the filly's neck, grabbing a handful of mane to show the filly that she was not alone.
The buzz of the bell sounded loud and clear and the gates thrust open with a loud clang, prompting the filly to practically leap out of the gates, her hindquarters pushing her out with natural horsepower. The turf was flattened beneath the drumming of her hooves as the filly surged forward, her nostrils flaring as she slowly felt the burn in her heart and lungs. While the whip was grasped firmly in the jockey's left hand, he found himself not needing to use it as the filly seemed to have a mind of her own as she pounded down the track like rapid clockwork.
She was unstoppable, or rather she wouldn't allow herself to be stopped until she crossed the finish line. This was in her blood, in her heart, this is what she was meant to do. The thoroughbred filly lengthened her stride down the homestretch, flying down the stretch as her jockey finally allowed her to open up to her fullest and completely give it her all until she finally set foot across the finish line.
"Where's Rising Wonder?" Kim eventually called after she had marked down the times and both she and trainer, John Murchison shared their opinions on how the horses had ran which hadn't been bad but there were many things that could be improved on, as with any horse. One of the hands eventually brought out the stunning red colt, whose coat gleamed with health as he stepped out into the sun, nickering and bobbing his head up and down. "Sorry Miss! I was getting him tacked up for Ralph while Sean was trying to get the new horse saddled and well..trying to handle that mare was a nightmare, no pun intended. Remember that beginning scene of Jurassic Park?" The man commented nervously as he handed the colt's reins off to Kim who scratched the eager colt's neck as she caught a glimpse of Beyond Constellation being led out of the stable, her jockey already in her saddle. "I know you can't be talking about her, she's the sweetest thing." The stable owner looked on in disbelief before she realized just who the hand was talking about, the new filly.
Enrapture.
Enrapture was an incredibly talent filly, and had matured into a gorgeous four year old, primed, rested and ready to tackle Year Seventeen. She had accumulated approximately a million dollars in earnings and had won major races such as the Plum Pretty challenge, and placed in a leg of the Triple Tiara, the Kentucky Oaks and had placed in the Valorizzaire Derby. A G3 Dirt horse with Breeder's Cup winners and Dubai winners in her bloodline, daughter of Furious Passion, winner of the Triple Crown. There were so many pros for this horse, and Kim had even mentally planned for there to be a pairing with the filly and Muggathugga in the distant future.
There was a con though, the horse was completely nuts. Everyone was watching as the four year old filly was led outside and jerked her head up, almost lifting her handler off the ground and flattened her ears as her jockey climbed into her saddle. John Murchison had to hire a new jockey specifically for the filly, an older man by the name of Jean Padreoux. A Canadian that insisted he knew all about problem horses. "Yeah..let's run her first with..Astral. Let's pray she doesn't kill the poor horse." Kim spoke, not even joking as the older filly pranced onto the practice track and loaded up into the gates, rearing as the gates were closed behind her.
Beyond Constellation loaded more quietly before John Murchison decided at the last minute to just go ahead and load Rising Wonder and Lousiana Blues as well. Enrapture complained, the other horses shuffled their feet and snorted, promptly ignoring her which only seemed to piss the filly off more. The bell sounded and Rising Wonder pushed forward with the other fillies in tow with Enrapture lagging at the back a couple of lengths, seemingly sulking. "Encourage her a bit!" John shouted to Jean who waved the riding crop and even tapped the filly's shoulder, but she completely ignored him. Lousiana Blues strode nicely down the track with Beyond Constellation shifting gears and speeding up gradually as the halfway mark approached. Rising Wonder stayed at the head of the pack content with where he was and didn't need much encouragement to maintain his pace, although he sped up just a tad when he had another horse closely on his heels.
It wasn't until the homestretch came underfoot that the order of things changed dramatically, namely with Enrapture. The filly just about bullied her way past the pack and hounded Rising Wonder for the lead position before managing to shoulder past him and run hard for the finish line, not even bothering to be held back at this point because she had made it largely apparent that she was a living, breathing entity and would be treated as such.
First is Icarus Flight, a dappled grey filly by Forbidden To Fly and out of Sizzling Dawn. The filly has an odd preference of distance, perferring anything from five furlongs to ten. Her partner today would be the bay filly Sweet Talker, a horse who was purchased from the stable as Mardi Gras. The filly is by Immortal Flight and out of Strictly Speaking. She is also a lover of dirt tracks, preferring to run eight furlongs to eleven furlongs.
First off, Sweet Talker completely refused to be put into the starting gate, digging her hooves into the dirt and flattening her ears. Icarus made a point of following the filly and taking it to the next level, rolling her eyes and rearing up onto her hind legs, making quite the fuss. The hands quickly made a point of trying to calm the girls down before they tired themselves out so they couldn't take the track. Two anxious bites and a nervous kick later, the fillies were loaded into their respective places.
The bay filly, Sweet Talker, was keen on leaning her chest against the starting gate, her nose blaring and pressed up against the bars. She was anxious to get out of the stall, whilst Icarus Flight flicking her ears constantly, her eyes looking around and looking for a way out, a way to surge ahead instead of remain stationary.
The bell sounded and Sweet Talker was the first to burst from the gates in an eager fashion, throwing her head up as she did before straightening and running ahead. Icarus Flight followed soon after, gaining some immediate burst of speed and pushing ahead so that she was even with the rival bay filly. Both fillies preferred to stay in the middle of the pack, which would explain how the fillies kept level with each other, Sweet Talker always staying close, but not even with the grey filly. It wasn't until the back stretch that Sweet Talker tried to push ahead, ganging up slowly and gradually behind her competition. Both fillies had the same strategy in mind and were set on trying to beat the other in terms of tenacity but it would be Icarus Flight that would get the upper-hand and set foot across the finish line a length ahead of Sweet Talker.
And then there was the stunning dark bay daughter of former iron horse, Comeuppance. Her name was Oh The Irony. Although she looked intimidating, she inherited her father's polite demeanor, acting as pleasant as a horse possibly can. Unlike her father, a dual surface runner, Irony had a love for the turf tracks, you couldn't even get this horse to touch a dirt track, and if you did? She'll run like crap, point blank.
It would be a practice run on a ten furlong track, just to see what the filly's time would like. One had to know what kind of times their horse was running before even thinking about putting them up against horses who might just be natural born speed demons. Even though Irony came from superb bloodlines, there was always that small percent of a chance that she could be a dud.
Irony didn't even bat an eye at being led towards the starting gates. In fact, the filly touched the outside of the gate with a velvet muzzle, greeting the gates as though they'd say something in whatever language horses spoke. Ears flicked to and fro as the filly was led into the gate, her only discomfort being when the gates were shut behind her and she developed a moment of claustrophobia. But Samson Cooper, her jockey for that morning, reassured the mare through soft spoken words, easing the rein up further along the filly's neck, grabbing a handful of mane to show the filly that she was not alone.
The buzz of the bell sounded loud and clear and the gates thrust open with a loud clang, prompting the filly to practically leap out of the gates, her hindquarters pushing her out with natural horsepower. The turf was flattened beneath the drumming of her hooves as the filly surged forward, her nostrils flaring as she slowly felt the burn in her heart and lungs. While the whip was grasped firmly in the jockey's left hand, he found himself not needing to use it as the filly seemed to have a mind of her own as she pounded down the track like rapid clockwork.
She was unstoppable, or rather she wouldn't allow herself to be stopped until she crossed the finish line. This was in her blood, in her heart, this is what she was meant to do. The thoroughbred filly lengthened her stride down the homestretch, flying down the stretch as her jockey finally allowed her to open up to her fullest and completely give it her all until she finally set foot across the finish line.
"Where's Rising Wonder?" Kim eventually called after she had marked down the times and both she and trainer, John Murchison shared their opinions on how the horses had ran which hadn't been bad but there were many things that could be improved on, as with any horse. One of the hands eventually brought out the stunning red colt, whose coat gleamed with health as he stepped out into the sun, nickering and bobbing his head up and down. "Sorry Miss! I was getting him tacked up for Ralph while Sean was trying to get the new horse saddled and well..trying to handle that mare was a nightmare, no pun intended. Remember that beginning scene of Jurassic Park?" The man commented nervously as he handed the colt's reins off to Kim who scratched the eager colt's neck as she caught a glimpse of Beyond Constellation being led out of the stable, her jockey already in her saddle. "I know you can't be talking about her, she's the sweetest thing." The stable owner looked on in disbelief before she realized just who the hand was talking about, the new filly.
Enrapture.
Enrapture was an incredibly talent filly, and had matured into a gorgeous four year old, primed, rested and ready to tackle Year Seventeen. She had accumulated approximately a million dollars in earnings and had won major races such as the Plum Pretty challenge, and placed in a leg of the Triple Tiara, the Kentucky Oaks and had placed in the Valorizzaire Derby. A G3 Dirt horse with Breeder's Cup winners and Dubai winners in her bloodline, daughter of Furious Passion, winner of the Triple Crown. There were so many pros for this horse, and Kim had even mentally planned for there to be a pairing with the filly and Muggathugga in the distant future.
There was a con though, the horse was completely nuts. Everyone was watching as the four year old filly was led outside and jerked her head up, almost lifting her handler off the ground and flattened her ears as her jockey climbed into her saddle. John Murchison had to hire a new jockey specifically for the filly, an older man by the name of Jean Padreoux. A Canadian that insisted he knew all about problem horses. "Yeah..let's run her first with..Astral. Let's pray she doesn't kill the poor horse." Kim spoke, not even joking as the older filly pranced onto the practice track and loaded up into the gates, rearing as the gates were closed behind her.
Beyond Constellation loaded more quietly before John Murchison decided at the last minute to just go ahead and load Rising Wonder and Lousiana Blues as well. Enrapture complained, the other horses shuffled their feet and snorted, promptly ignoring her which only seemed to piss the filly off more. The bell sounded and Rising Wonder pushed forward with the other fillies in tow with Enrapture lagging at the back a couple of lengths, seemingly sulking. "Encourage her a bit!" John shouted to Jean who waved the riding crop and even tapped the filly's shoulder, but she completely ignored him. Lousiana Blues strode nicely down the track with Beyond Constellation shifting gears and speeding up gradually as the halfway mark approached. Rising Wonder stayed at the head of the pack content with where he was and didn't need much encouragement to maintain his pace, although he sped up just a tad when he had another horse closely on his heels.
It wasn't until the homestretch came underfoot that the order of things changed dramatically, namely with Enrapture. The filly just about bullied her way past the pack and hounded Rising Wonder for the lead position before managing to shoulder past him and run hard for the finish line, not even bothering to be held back at this point because she had made it largely apparent that she was a living, breathing entity and would be treated as such.
