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Dec 23, 2013 23:53:09 GMT 10
Post by Snowflake on Dec 23, 2013 23:53:09 GMT 10
STALKER'S FURY AND DYSPHORIA WORK FOR THE BELLE VICTOIRE DERBY*
Mounting up on Stalker, Marissa had one thing in mind. It was going to be Stalker's year. Vindictive Fury and Silent Fury had run best in their five year old seasons, so Stalker would probably do the same. The young mare shot forward, nearly unseating her within five seconds of being on the thoroughbreds back. Eye roll. That was Stalker for you. And all of the other Fury's she'd ridden over the years. They set off at a bouncy trot, not waiting for Dysphoria and Stella. Stalker would have a fit anyway if Dee got too close. She had matured only slightly over the years since her shocker two year old season. Her three year old season had been better than last year, but she'd had luck on her side. He times had in fact been better last year and were still improving now.
Stella launched herself onto the chestnut filly's back, being careful not to kick her on the butt. Dysphoria was a real princess. She didn't work hard if something wasn't to her standards. Stella frowned as she wondered again if maybe she wasn't the right jockey for Dee. The right jockey would get the best of the filly no matter what. She had decided after they finish thirded and last in their most recent race that if she and Dee didn't do better next time out, she'd surrender the filly to another rider. Their next race was going to be their toughest yet, unfortunately, so it looked like Olivia or Blaze or someone would be riding Dee next week. Stella supposed she didn't mind so much. She had other horses to ride, after all. And she could still see Dee everyday so it wouldn't be the end of the world.
Marissa looked over her shoulder and called back to Stella and Dyshoria. Come on, slow pokes! She grinned. Stella nudged Dee's fire hued sides and the filly extended her trot to catch up with the high stepping Stalker's Fury. Stalker bared her teeth at the chestnut filly as she arrived next to her, threatening a nasty bite. Dee scooted sideways, allowing Stalker to dominate over her. Stella frowned slightly. Why did horses have to push each other around? But she knew it was no different to how people were with one another. People had pecking orders as well, in their family, their friends, their workplaces, society.. Stella sighed slightly, and shook the thoughts from her mind. It was time to be positive, to get a positive performance out of Dee.
They moved on into canter after a while and Marissa was deep in thought. The Belle Victoire Derby was a three horse field, and Stalker only had to beat Dysphoria ad Sizzling Dawn. Sizzling Dawn was the worry. She was grade one and had actually won the Preakness Stakes last year. She was also a front runner, so the two would be at each others throats the entire way, if Sizzling Dawn was game enough to try and take the lead from Stalker. That would leave Dysphoria to conserve her energy running behind them, which could be a possible advantage if she was good about it.
Beside Marissa, Stella was hatching a plan to take the Belle Victoire Derby. If they stayed hot on Stalker and Sizzling Dawn's heels the whole way, they'd be able to conserve energy by not battling the wind. It would be difficult for the grade four filly to overcome the grade one and the grade two fillies, but it was possible. The weather was supposed to be great, and the track fast, so there was nothing for Dysphoria to complain about.
It was time to gallop and the two fillies launched into the four beat pace, Stalker with particular gusto. The older filly took the lead as expected, pinning her ears in warning to Dypshoria, who backed off slightly. Stella growled, and in a sudden moment of annoyance she gave the filly a crack with the whip. Dee shot forward in surprise from the unexpected smack, but went wide to avoid Stalker. They'd have to go faster and cover more ground to get past their rival, but Dysphoria needed to know she could do it. Stella smirked slightly as they entered the turn, and pushed Dysphoria again, this time with her hands, to keep the filly up to speed. Stalker was not taking kindly to the challenge and Marissa was letting her pick up speed.
With the turn ending and the stretch straightening out before them, Stella began to drive Dee on, using her voice for encouragement. You can do it, Dee baby! You can beat the crazy Stalker! Dysphoria was listening, and she dug deep and accelerated hard. Stalker was ahead of them now and her ears were pinned, her body language warning Dee to back off. Stella could feel the hesitance in her filly's strides again and decided the only way to get the horse to really move was to use the whip again. She didn't like to, but used on occasion it did yield results. With a smack on the butt, Dysphoria responded with a burst of speed, and from the sidelines she suddenly looked very much like her dam, closing hard on the leaders. Stalker heard her coming and really got down to business to take the workout by a half length. They were ready for the race.
Mounting up on Stalker, Marissa had one thing in mind. It was going to be Stalker's year. Vindictive Fury and Silent Fury had run best in their five year old seasons, so Stalker would probably do the same. The young mare shot forward, nearly unseating her within five seconds of being on the thoroughbreds back. Eye roll. That was Stalker for you. And all of the other Fury's she'd ridden over the years. They set off at a bouncy trot, not waiting for Dysphoria and Stella. Stalker would have a fit anyway if Dee got too close. She had matured only slightly over the years since her shocker two year old season. Her three year old season had been better than last year, but she'd had luck on her side. He times had in fact been better last year and were still improving now.
Stella launched herself onto the chestnut filly's back, being careful not to kick her on the butt. Dysphoria was a real princess. She didn't work hard if something wasn't to her standards. Stella frowned as she wondered again if maybe she wasn't the right jockey for Dee. The right jockey would get the best of the filly no matter what. She had decided after they finish thirded and last in their most recent race that if she and Dee didn't do better next time out, she'd surrender the filly to another rider. Their next race was going to be their toughest yet, unfortunately, so it looked like Olivia or Blaze or someone would be riding Dee next week. Stella supposed she didn't mind so much. She had other horses to ride, after all. And she could still see Dee everyday so it wouldn't be the end of the world.
Marissa looked over her shoulder and called back to Stella and Dyshoria. Come on, slow pokes! She grinned. Stella nudged Dee's fire hued sides and the filly extended her trot to catch up with the high stepping Stalker's Fury. Stalker bared her teeth at the chestnut filly as she arrived next to her, threatening a nasty bite. Dee scooted sideways, allowing Stalker to dominate over her. Stella frowned slightly. Why did horses have to push each other around? But she knew it was no different to how people were with one another. People had pecking orders as well, in their family, their friends, their workplaces, society.. Stella sighed slightly, and shook the thoughts from her mind. It was time to be positive, to get a positive performance out of Dee.
They moved on into canter after a while and Marissa was deep in thought. The Belle Victoire Derby was a three horse field, and Stalker only had to beat Dysphoria ad Sizzling Dawn. Sizzling Dawn was the worry. She was grade one and had actually won the Preakness Stakes last year. She was also a front runner, so the two would be at each others throats the entire way, if Sizzling Dawn was game enough to try and take the lead from Stalker. That would leave Dysphoria to conserve her energy running behind them, which could be a possible advantage if she was good about it.
Beside Marissa, Stella was hatching a plan to take the Belle Victoire Derby. If they stayed hot on Stalker and Sizzling Dawn's heels the whole way, they'd be able to conserve energy by not battling the wind. It would be difficult for the grade four filly to overcome the grade one and the grade two fillies, but it was possible. The weather was supposed to be great, and the track fast, so there was nothing for Dysphoria to complain about.
It was time to gallop and the two fillies launched into the four beat pace, Stalker with particular gusto. The older filly took the lead as expected, pinning her ears in warning to Dypshoria, who backed off slightly. Stella growled, and in a sudden moment of annoyance she gave the filly a crack with the whip. Dee shot forward in surprise from the unexpected smack, but went wide to avoid Stalker. They'd have to go faster and cover more ground to get past their rival, but Dysphoria needed to know she could do it. Stella smirked slightly as they entered the turn, and pushed Dysphoria again, this time with her hands, to keep the filly up to speed. Stalker was not taking kindly to the challenge and Marissa was letting her pick up speed.
With the turn ending and the stretch straightening out before them, Stella began to drive Dee on, using her voice for encouragement. You can do it, Dee baby! You can beat the crazy Stalker! Dysphoria was listening, and she dug deep and accelerated hard. Stalker was ahead of them now and her ears were pinned, her body language warning Dee to back off. Stella could feel the hesitance in her filly's strides again and decided the only way to get the horse to really move was to use the whip again. She didn't like to, but used on occasion it did yield results. With a smack on the butt, Dysphoria responded with a burst of speed, and from the sidelines she suddenly looked very much like her dam, closing hard on the leaders. Stalker heard her coming and really got down to business to take the workout by a half length. They were ready for the race.