Post by S u N f r O s T ~ on Jul 2, 2012 9:37:28 GMT -5
SIZZLING DAWN AND HENNA TURATH
DAWN'S WORKOUT FOR THE JANVIER MAIDEN
The intensity of her stare....I could get lost in it for hours. Just what was spoken there? Desire. Power. An insatiable need to compete and be the best. Her bloodlines weren't the best, but Sizzling Dawn was the most intense filly of a crop of well lined horses. By intense - you wouldn't get a bolder filly anywhere, nor one that was so dominant or needed to disobey her jockey more.
Henna Turath was having a problem. The frown never left her face as she attempted to gently guide instead of yank the headstrong filly onto the track. Dawn was built like a colt, and it took a lot of power to hold her back. Henna silently thanked the racing deities that be for the muscles in her arms, formed from years of riding Pegasus Wings. She held back as much as she could, trying to get Dawn to listen to her, but as expected the filly was defiant and set on her own course of action.
What was supposed to be a trot was actually more of a canter. Dawn wanted to go and she didn't want to take no for an answer. She wanted to show up at the track, beat the horses there and then do it again and again, as much as possible. She was ridiculously competitive, and as soon as she had figured out what racing was in a pair workout last week she had been raring to go and even more difficult to ride than usual. She was vying with Lynara's Kingdom for the crown of most-crazy-horse-in-the-barn. And that award was once thought to be Asus's too. It appeared the now six year old stallion was losing a lot of his titles as the young ones grew up.
Dawn bolted again, breaking through Henna's iron hold, and she couldn't help her snarl of annoyance. She checked the bay filly sharply, and she snorted. Dawn was only fifteen and a half hands high, by far not the tallest horse in the barn, but she acted as though she was at least eighteen hands. She pushed and pulled and tricked and bided her time before bolting and Henna didn't know if she was going to survive until next month. Riding this filly took a lot of effort, and Henna's effort was already being spent on a lot of her crazy mounts. Amber was pushing her harder than ever this year.
The Janvier Maiden currently had four other nice horses entered. It was some of those horses' first starts, while others came in with experience. The game plan for Dawn was just to run and get their legs going, hopefully finishing in the top three without injuring anybody. Dawn would hopefully behave herself during the race and not cause too much mayhem. Hopefully. They were suicidal front runners, easy prey for more experienced horses. Dawn wanted to go to the front and she wanted to stay there. She could even tire herself out trying to stay there. Henna had not yet gotten through enough to the filly to get her to listen, even after the couple months of bonding that they had had. It was ridiculous, but Henna was determined to get through to her.
The dirt track danced away underneath them. Henna got the small two year old filly into a canter and then a gallop. As the pace increased, the filly got more intense. Her eyes glistened with desire as she pounded the dirt beneath her hooves, kicking up dust and moving at a fast clip. Henna grinned and leaned forward, really letting the filly go. Dawn fed off of this sudden freedom and went forward. Her hooves flew as they galloped down the track. Henna allowed movement for a matter of furlongs before attempting to ease the filly.
This was the hard part. This filly hated being stopped. She snorted, tossed her head and attempted to bolt. Perhaps two furlongs later they were finally slowing to a canter, and then a trot. Henna attempted a cool down in which she was nearly thrown perhaps two times before walking the filly off of the track with an audible sigh. Dawn was fast but they needed more control. They would work on that. Good things came with time.
