Post by MALEDIZIONE DORATA on Sept 6, 2013 0:53:51 GMT -5
[/b] Maledizione Dorata
MALEDIZIONE DORATA
NICKNAME: Tray
AGE: 2
GENDER: filly
BREED: thoroughbred
COLOR/COAT: seal bay
SIRED BY: Medaglia Doro
OUT OF: Vertigineux by Kris S
RACING: Yes
HISTORY:
Not all humans are kind and loving. Not all people that breed race horses care about the animals they're creating. Some of them don't even know the animals exist unless they're winning races or losing them! Unfortunately for Tray and her sister things were not spic-and-span and fairy-tail perfect. Their owner and trainer was a cruel man with little heart. He was not shy about the whip and was not above bullying young horses into shape. He was notorious for over-breeding his stock and had a nasty habit of claiming as horse was older than he, or she, really was. Tray and her twin were the result of one of his "over breeding" adventures. Since he kept his books hush-hush and owned the mare and stallion himself it didn't get out that the mare had been covered more than sufficiently for a single foal and the result was twins.
A "backyard breeder" he barely made anything off the races and most of the horses he took to the track were laughed right out the door. He only got the girls Sire and Dam through an unfortunate situation for both horses and the seedy prick intended to use them for every penny they were worth. Affording better training for his girls, though he didn't care if the trainer was legal, or if he was kind only that he got the job done, thanks to stud fees from his ill-gotten gains he set out with what he was sure to be a pair of champions. Quite shy of two years in age- more so than was usual for a race horse - Tray was taken to the tracks to train in public to get her "noticed".
It was here that her temper finally shattered and what little pretense the young filly had at being a well behaved individual was lost. The rider was just as mean as trainer and owner, the bit was unpleasantly harsh and the whip was just barely legal- and it met her hips more times than she could count. She pitched a fit that day, successfully dumping her rider with one, powerful, buck that nearly flipped her over she took off after other training youngsters, thinking to implant herself among them. That didn't work, one of the jockeys whacked her face, unaware that she was there. She took a bite out of him andhis horse, startling teh colt into bucking mid stride and kicking her in the chest.
The owner was infuriated by this poor performance and loudly expressed his intentions to have Tray put down that instant for her behavior. It was known he was horrid owner but the extent of this hadn't been known until that day. With enough witness' to Trays behavior and treatment it was decided she was not the cause, not completely, for the incident at the track. It took a good hour to round her up and get her to a vet and by that time she was limping from turning too sharply to avoid capture. Her pastern ached when she applied pressure to it but was deemed a minor sprain and she would recover well ( this again had the man foaming wanting to get rid of a "lame horse" ). Her hips were covered in fresh gashes from the whip, her face from left eye to nostril was open and seeping but it was a shallow cut. Her shoulders and neck, however, told a whole new story to the vet.
Leading her from the track they were ambushed by her twin- to whom she neighed and attempted to move closer to through the humans. It was chaos getting them separated again. By the time she was back in the barn, unsaddled and being examined by the Vet her sister had been moved away and she had no clue where they had taken her. Distressed she kept calling for her twin; making it all the more difficult for the Vet to check her over. She barely responded to anything that would have ached before except irritably moving away or shoving the vet around. It wasn't until she'd been distracted that they could get any work done on her.
She was tender to the touch where flesh was still healing and there were scars on top of scars where a whip was lain to exposed wounds. The horse was confiscated by the vet that day, access to her denied to the owner. It was a long three months of healing and isolation before she saw her twin again and boy-oh was she ever glad to see that filly! Shortly after the reunion it was understood that the filly would likely never be successful where she was and there were no trainers or owners willing to take her own. She was offered for sale over seas with a full explanation of her past and behaviors. Her new owner took her in, agreeing to find a way to help her sort herself out. "If nothing else she'll make a good brood; learned behaviors cannot be inherited." The trip over seas was awful and she wished she'd never been taken onto the boat. It took blindfolds and a pully system of ropes to get her up the ramp of the boat. It took a corral at the end of the ramp ready to close around her to catch her when unloading. Her new owner had expected as much with her behavior and planned for her to escape the handlers and charge out on her own.
PERSONALITY:
Tray has a particularly sour disposition. She is easily displeased and almost never pleased. Her ears are perpetually turned back and she's almost always ready to take a bit out of someone or some thing. She's got a serious taste for leather so it's best not to leave leads and halters in her reach if you don't want her chewing on them! If you can walk away from an experience with tray with all nine fingers and toes- er, we mean ten! Ten! - then you've had a very successfully, very lucky, or very distracted day with her. She does not take well to training and takes even worse to being stalled when she isn't training. The problem here is that she's nearly impossible to catch from the field and if she gets loose on the track... just don't let her get loose. Despite the rigors and demands of an athlete and their diet she has a very low protein diet in an attempt to keep her steady and calm mixed with legal calming powders. Unfortunately this doesn't do much to improve her attitude, but it doesn't seem to yet be affecting her performance either!
She has absolutely no tolerance for harsh bits and whips. The only thing she can be bridled with and ridden in is a very light snaffle and even then she has issues with the bridling. Getting her running on the track isn't a problem - she runs to get rid of her rider, not to get ahead of the other horses. This means she's not running a race, ever, she's running to escape. Tactics with managing her on the track need to be carefully planned and lightly executed because she isn't above hurting herself to get rid of anything that annoys her. Keeping her in the pack is not a good idea. She will snap at the other horses constantly. Front runner of following is best as long as she can't focus on biting anyone.
PLAY-BY: Zenyatta
RP-SAMPLE:
I don't like you, she snorted through maximally flared nostrils to glare down at the elderly chap holding her reins. He'd positioned himself so that she couldn't bite his arm, and he'd muscled her enough that she couldn't reach anything else despite shifting around. now they were at a stalemate. it didn't mean the battle was over. He could hold her head in place, and keep her from biting but there was nothing he could do about her hooves.
"I swear to god if she kicks me one more time..." the man holding the exercise saddle grumbled under his breath. It was an empty threat and the trainer knew it. Her ear twitched to listen before returning to its pinned position. Rolling her eyes and baring her teeth she gave a low rumbling neigh of warning as the man approached again. He ignored her, she couldn't bite him. Her tail swiveled and twitched at him as he got neck to her and- he dodge to her shoulder as a single back leg lifted far forward, showing off the fillies flexibility, and thrust back and out again in a fierce kick. "Hahaha, I got you now." he threw the saddle in place and waited for another man to swing the girth over to him- it was a silent rule that one did not reach beneath this filly for anything.
Saddled and bridled she stood, glistening already with sweat from the mornings attempts to settle and tack her. She snorted a heavy sigh, half resigned to the fact that she had to be worked, and waited for them to launch the jockey onto her back. They'd saddled her outside with the intention of getting her moving as quickly as possible. once the rider was in place there was no holding her in check- unfortunately. She fidgeted, her hooves skittering on the stone. The jockey braced on one mans shoulder his foot in cupped hands and she kicked out hard behind her with both back legs. They launched the man up before she was under control again and the nimble man settled in place, grabbing the reins up quickly. "She's all yours, Kane." the trainer roared as he dodged the filly. She took off, tossing her head in frustration.
RACING PREFERENCES/CAREER
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OWNER(S): Copper Forest Stables
CAREER HISTORY: 2/1/1/0 SWPS
CAREER EARNINGS: $17,500
CAREER POINTS: 66
RACE LEVEL: Starter Allowance
TRACK SURFACE: Dirt
RUNNING LENGTH: Sprint
HEALTH HISTORY: Bucked Shins (09/13)
CONSISTENCY: Not Consistent
RACING EQUIPMENT
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