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Race entering: Golden Slipper Stakes
Horse: FHF Agent of Hell
Stable: Fox Harbor Farms
Country: United States
Country: United States
Jockey: Harlan Givens
Featuring: VE Kaer Morhen, VE Arkaidor
Story:
Demon was progressing very well, so...the team decided they should send him off to another big race. This led them to the 2YO Australian Triple Crown, a chance for their new little turf star to stretch his legs against some other more experienced 2YOs and see what he could do in real competition. Considering he was his father's son the team had high hopes that he would do well for them, so they didn't even hesitate...well...that was a lie. They hesitated the moment they put him on the plane because the "demon" raised holy hell.
Kicking and screaming he chewed on his box, dented his stall, and tried to take a bite out of the other horses around him. The antics of Demon had led them to having to muzzle him whenever he was around...well anyone. It was dangerous, and they didn't care to do it but he seemed to know that once his muzzle was on he was expected to act more civilized. Sadly, the men who were in charge of unloading Demon didn't seem to realize that a muzzled horse could still cause damage. And when his stall was opened the big colt sprang forward nailing one of them in the shins with his knee and then flipping to slam his head into the other man's back. For a moment the team stared, shocked as their colt bounded down the ramp to meet them on his own and without a lead rope.
Harley was able to snag him quickly and give him a little tug on his halter. "What in the heck are you doing Demon?" The colt snorted and tried to rear only to get his haltered clipped on both sides by Colton and the other by Cecily. With a harsh huff he settled and narrowed his eyes upon the team. Oh yes, the Demon had arrived in Australia and he was sizing it up like it was an adversary. And maybe it was, because when the colt started training in the mornings down there he attacked the track, giving it everything he had and leaving nothing behind.
So when Harley mounted up just after the rain had finished falling the afternoon of the Golden Slipper he knew that his own personal Demon was going to be going to war, not just against the horses in the field but against the race itself. Demon seemed to hum beneath him, and the team waited until the last possible second to strip the muzzle from him. And oh when they did...Harley nearly lost control as the colt tore off, thankfully being in the one hole he was able to get out on the track without another horse getting in his way. Because Demon was rearing and bucking, twisting and turning, and Harley was doing everything he could to not only stay in the saddle but calm the colt down. He was hot and dripping in sweat by the time he was shoved into the gate, and that only served to make him scream and kick more. Those antics of course leaving him behind when the gate opened, the colt watched the field tear off ahead of him and with a great guttural scream he took off after them. Chasing them with a fury in his heart, and in his hoofbeats.
References:
resource11.racingandsports.com…
Featuring: VE Kaer Morhen, VE Arkaidor
Story:
Demon was progressing very well, so...the team decided they should send him off to another big race. This led them to the 2YO Australian Triple Crown, a chance for their new little turf star to stretch his legs against some other more experienced 2YOs and see what he could do in real competition. Considering he was his father's son the team had high hopes that he would do well for them, so they didn't even hesitate...well...that was a lie. They hesitated the moment they put him on the plane because the "demon" raised holy hell.
Kicking and screaming he chewed on his box, dented his stall, and tried to take a bite out of the other horses around him. The antics of Demon had led them to having to muzzle him whenever he was around...well anyone. It was dangerous, and they didn't care to do it but he seemed to know that once his muzzle was on he was expected to act more civilized. Sadly, the men who were in charge of unloading Demon didn't seem to realize that a muzzled horse could still cause damage. And when his stall was opened the big colt sprang forward nailing one of them in the shins with his knee and then flipping to slam his head into the other man's back. For a moment the team stared, shocked as their colt bounded down the ramp to meet them on his own and without a lead rope.
Harley was able to snag him quickly and give him a little tug on his halter. "What in the heck are you doing Demon?" The colt snorted and tried to rear only to get his haltered clipped on both sides by Colton and the other by Cecily. With a harsh huff he settled and narrowed his eyes upon the team. Oh yes, the Demon had arrived in Australia and he was sizing it up like it was an adversary. And maybe it was, because when the colt started training in the mornings down there he attacked the track, giving it everything he had and leaving nothing behind.
So when Harley mounted up just after the rain had finished falling the afternoon of the Golden Slipper he knew that his own personal Demon was going to be going to war, not just against the horses in the field but against the race itself. Demon seemed to hum beneath him, and the team waited until the last possible second to strip the muzzle from him. And oh when they did...Harley nearly lost control as the colt tore off, thankfully being in the one hole he was able to get out on the track without another horse getting in his way. Because Demon was rearing and bucking, twisting and turning, and Harley was doing everything he could to not only stay in the saddle but calm the colt down. He was hot and dripping in sweat by the time he was shoved into the gate, and that only served to make him scream and kick more. Those antics of course leaving him behind when the gate opened, the colt watched the field tear off ahead of him and with a great guttural scream he took off after them. Chasing them with a fury in his heart, and in his hoofbeats.
References:
resource11.racingandsports.com…
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Go Agent!!! looks awesome and I'm so glad to see him racing!
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