Post by ripley on Aug 24, 2017 11:03:42 GMT -6
RICOCHET
Rebound & Maggiletti Reynolds
The Dark Knight & David Carter
5f / Synthetic Track
Maggie paced every step that Rebound made in her head as they navigated the pathway toward the indoor synthetic track. He moved with a distinctly regal stride, all confidence and class, like he were born to royalty. She admired his elegant carriage, liked the way he never pinned his ears when she asked him to do something like take a step to the left or pause. He was a well-mannered being and for that she was grateful. Too many times, she'd been tested by a moody filly. He was different from the likes of Paranormal Hunter and Game Over. There wasn't a flighty bone in his body. She let her feet hang out of the stirrups, trusting that he would take care of himself or warn her before he acted out in a rash way.
He hesitated briefly when a massive equine figure came around the corner of the indoor unexpectedly. Maggie patted the colt's neck, let him take in the sight of the behemoth that approached and smiled when Rebound moved forward again. The large, hulking nature of The Dark Knight would intimidate anyone, human or horse. David Carter, his rider, looked invincible aboard the muscled colt. Maggie knew David was fascinated by the son of Immortal Flight; they all were. He, like Rebound, was not outwardly mean or physically brutish. He was the last horse to spook and the first horse to say 'how fast do you want me to go and when?'
David narrowed his eyes at Maggie's dangling limbs. "You sure you trust that animal to not go insane?"
Maggie shrugged, but glanced around to look for dangerous items. "He's done well so far. He hasn't spooked or acted out once since he arrived."
"Just don't expect that at the track," David reminded her.
"Nah," Maggie said carelessly. Inwardly, she knew better. The dappled bay had taken a few tours around The Wire, his home away from home, and had acted a totally different horse. To say that he was energetic was an understatement. He turned into a fire breathing dragon, lunging against the bit, popping off the ground like he had springs in his hooves. She didn't expect the first race to be easy, but as long as she had an outrider to help her to the gate, she believed Rebound would be alright.
The Dark Knight played with the bit between his teeth, his soft eyes scanning the entrance to the indoor. He was familiar with the goings on at BBS even though he had only just arrived. He'd been galloping consistently at Grayson Meadows, but they just hadn't run the massive horse. He would need a race or two to get back into the game, but David Carter expected him to take to it again like fish to water. He had an old, professional soul, but it was balanced out by the juvenile hot-headed behavior he typically showed when galloping.
The door to the indoor opened slowly, revealing the latest set of horses to gallop on the synth. David admired the trio that marched into the sunlight: Key West, Cascabel and Bold Trick looked every inch the dirt racing royalty they were. The three year old animals regarded The Dark Knight and Rebound with disdain, but Bold Trick paused to touch noses with The Dark Knight, familiar with the colt from their interactions between the stalls.
Ripley smiled up at her latest riders and gestured for them to enter the barn. "You two are prompt."
David smirked, knowing full well that anything less would have pissed his boss off immensely. The Dark Knight proceeded into the indoor and onto the track without much of a cue at all. He snorted and tucked his chin to his chest, knees lifting in excitement as if he'd just realized that he was about to exercise. From the skittering sound of hooves on sand, David could tell that Rebound had also recognized the situation. David glanced over his shoulder quickly, found himself satisfied with the fact that Maggie had picked her stirrups back up. The woman was no fool.
Rebound leaped and hopped in the air for a couple strides, giving Maggie a hard time, and a scare, for a moment. She tilted the colt's head to the side, squeezed with her legs and prayed for forward movement. The Royal Assassin son gave in, but with a pinned ear and a switch of his tail. She smiled at the sass, but was more relieved than anything that the explosion was over.
The Dark Knight flicked his ears over his head as he jogged, unbothered by the commotion behind him. David liked the long fluid strides of the colt. He had a classic way of carrying himself and when fully stretched, David knew he'd run with his head low. He was the type to lay it all on the line for his jockey and for the win. The big bay barely looked at Rebound when the leaner colt joined him on their jogging jaunt. He was entrenched in his work duties and David admired him for it.
Ripley watched the duo complete their warm up laps, analyzing every step with the utmost concentration. The Dark Knight was a pure professional; Rebound a focused powder keg. Rebound had to take two strides for every one of The Dark Knight's, but when they moved into a gallop, they were on the same playing field. While the Dark Knight ran with his head low, Rebound ran upward, adding more proof that he would ultimately be a better turf horse. Ripley scratched her neck as the duo cantered down the lane, still on even terms.
Maggie eased her hands down Rebound's neck, lengthening the rein to relax him. He settled down into a nice fluid gallop around the turn, undeterred when The Dark Knight floated him out into the three path. The larger horse meant no harm, but the tighter turns were no friend to him. Down the backstretch, Maggie encouraged Rebound forward, smiling when the Royal Assassin colt marched right up to take on the large Goliath.
David could sense that Maggie was playing games with Rebound. He was impressed by the number of gears the fleeter colt possessed, by how easy it was for Maggie to turn him on and off. That was versatility at its best, but The Dark Knight could also play games. David smirked and tapped the colt's shoulder, grinned even larger when Knight launched forward with devastating ease. This five furlong breeze was nothing to him. He could run as fast as necessary to beat Rebound here.
Rebound stuck to The Dark Knight like glue. When the big horse moved forward, so did he. He was not a little horse. He was a big dog inside a small horse's body. The dappled bay buzzed to the lead upon command and stayed solid even when Knight drifted out in the far turn. The two collided briefly and stayed so close together that their riders' stirrups clashed shrilly.
Ripley held her breath as the pair soared through the lane, kicking up the track in their wake. She bit her lip, impressed with the final furlong and the fact that both horses looked as though they could go around again and they would still be side by side. The competitiveness was there and that made Ripley one happy camper. If she could get that same fire out on the track when the money was on the line, well, she had two new weapons in her already advanced juvenile arsenal.
Rebound & Maggiletti Reynolds
The Dark Knight & David Carter
5f / Synthetic Track
Maggie paced every step that Rebound made in her head as they navigated the pathway toward the indoor synthetic track. He moved with a distinctly regal stride, all confidence and class, like he were born to royalty. She admired his elegant carriage, liked the way he never pinned his ears when she asked him to do something like take a step to the left or pause. He was a well-mannered being and for that she was grateful. Too many times, she'd been tested by a moody filly. He was different from the likes of Paranormal Hunter and Game Over. There wasn't a flighty bone in his body. She let her feet hang out of the stirrups, trusting that he would take care of himself or warn her before he acted out in a rash way.
He hesitated briefly when a massive equine figure came around the corner of the indoor unexpectedly. Maggie patted the colt's neck, let him take in the sight of the behemoth that approached and smiled when Rebound moved forward again. The large, hulking nature of The Dark Knight would intimidate anyone, human or horse. David Carter, his rider, looked invincible aboard the muscled colt. Maggie knew David was fascinated by the son of Immortal Flight; they all were. He, like Rebound, was not outwardly mean or physically brutish. He was the last horse to spook and the first horse to say 'how fast do you want me to go and when?'
David narrowed his eyes at Maggie's dangling limbs. "You sure you trust that animal to not go insane?"
Maggie shrugged, but glanced around to look for dangerous items. "He's done well so far. He hasn't spooked or acted out once since he arrived."
"Just don't expect that at the track," David reminded her.
"Nah," Maggie said carelessly. Inwardly, she knew better. The dappled bay had taken a few tours around The Wire, his home away from home, and had acted a totally different horse. To say that he was energetic was an understatement. He turned into a fire breathing dragon, lunging against the bit, popping off the ground like he had springs in his hooves. She didn't expect the first race to be easy, but as long as she had an outrider to help her to the gate, she believed Rebound would be alright.
The Dark Knight played with the bit between his teeth, his soft eyes scanning the entrance to the indoor. He was familiar with the goings on at BBS even though he had only just arrived. He'd been galloping consistently at Grayson Meadows, but they just hadn't run the massive horse. He would need a race or two to get back into the game, but David Carter expected him to take to it again like fish to water. He had an old, professional soul, but it was balanced out by the juvenile hot-headed behavior he typically showed when galloping.
The door to the indoor opened slowly, revealing the latest set of horses to gallop on the synth. David admired the trio that marched into the sunlight: Key West, Cascabel and Bold Trick looked every inch the dirt racing royalty they were. The three year old animals regarded The Dark Knight and Rebound with disdain, but Bold Trick paused to touch noses with The Dark Knight, familiar with the colt from their interactions between the stalls.
Ripley smiled up at her latest riders and gestured for them to enter the barn. "You two are prompt."
David smirked, knowing full well that anything less would have pissed his boss off immensely. The Dark Knight proceeded into the indoor and onto the track without much of a cue at all. He snorted and tucked his chin to his chest, knees lifting in excitement as if he'd just realized that he was about to exercise. From the skittering sound of hooves on sand, David could tell that Rebound had also recognized the situation. David glanced over his shoulder quickly, found himself satisfied with the fact that Maggie had picked her stirrups back up. The woman was no fool.
Rebound leaped and hopped in the air for a couple strides, giving Maggie a hard time, and a scare, for a moment. She tilted the colt's head to the side, squeezed with her legs and prayed for forward movement. The Royal Assassin son gave in, but with a pinned ear and a switch of his tail. She smiled at the sass, but was more relieved than anything that the explosion was over.
The Dark Knight flicked his ears over his head as he jogged, unbothered by the commotion behind him. David liked the long fluid strides of the colt. He had a classic way of carrying himself and when fully stretched, David knew he'd run with his head low. He was the type to lay it all on the line for his jockey and for the win. The big bay barely looked at Rebound when the leaner colt joined him on their jogging jaunt. He was entrenched in his work duties and David admired him for it.
Ripley watched the duo complete their warm up laps, analyzing every step with the utmost concentration. The Dark Knight was a pure professional; Rebound a focused powder keg. Rebound had to take two strides for every one of The Dark Knight's, but when they moved into a gallop, they were on the same playing field. While the Dark Knight ran with his head low, Rebound ran upward, adding more proof that he would ultimately be a better turf horse. Ripley scratched her neck as the duo cantered down the lane, still on even terms.
Maggie eased her hands down Rebound's neck, lengthening the rein to relax him. He settled down into a nice fluid gallop around the turn, undeterred when The Dark Knight floated him out into the three path. The larger horse meant no harm, but the tighter turns were no friend to him. Down the backstretch, Maggie encouraged Rebound forward, smiling when the Royal Assassin colt marched right up to take on the large Goliath.
David could sense that Maggie was playing games with Rebound. He was impressed by the number of gears the fleeter colt possessed, by how easy it was for Maggie to turn him on and off. That was versatility at its best, but The Dark Knight could also play games. David smirked and tapped the colt's shoulder, grinned even larger when Knight launched forward with devastating ease. This five furlong breeze was nothing to him. He could run as fast as necessary to beat Rebound here.
Rebound stuck to The Dark Knight like glue. When the big horse moved forward, so did he. He was not a little horse. He was a big dog inside a small horse's body. The dappled bay buzzed to the lead upon command and stayed solid even when Knight drifted out in the far turn. The two collided briefly and stayed so close together that their riders' stirrups clashed shrilly.
Ripley held her breath as the pair soared through the lane, kicking up the track in their wake. She bit her lip, impressed with the final furlong and the fact that both horses looked as though they could go around again and they would still be side by side. The competitiveness was there and that made Ripley one happy camper. If she could get that same fire out on the track when the money was on the line, well, she had two new weapons in her already advanced juvenile arsenal.
