LOOK WHO IT IS!! I haven't drawn Abaddon for a while. Buuut you will be seeing a lot more of him NOW THAT HE HAS MADE IT INTO THE FIELD FOR THE JOCKEY CLUB'S BREEDER'S CUP CLASSIC!!!!!!!!!!! (See results of the posting here: www.deviantart.com/journal/The…
...I cannot tell you how STOKED I am that I have this opportunity to run him in the Classic. I honestly didn't think he'd get in.
anyway...this is the Training Image for the Breeder's Cup. The race is on Turf (Grass), and so far Abaddon has only run on dirt, so he needs some adjusting.
With the beginning of the new season, Obsidian Farm and all her staff were excited for what lay in store. Last season had finished off with money in the bank-enough to pay expenses and even put some away for future stake payments and auctions/Farm purchases. Dara Black couldn't be more proud of her debut runners-Abaddon and Fallen Angel-and how well they had succeeded in their maiden racing season as three year olds. This season would see the continuation of their running, plus the beginning careers of two other horses, the filly BWR Mystery of You and the colt BWR Angel's Holocaust. But Obsidian Farm's second season at the League Track in the Fargo Horse Park was turning out to be far different that the previous year. This season saw the rotation of their runners...and so far Fallen Angel had not even touched foot on the track once, given that the late summer/fall weather had been dry. Being a mudrunner, Dara and trainer Dante refused to run the young mare on dry surfaces. So Mystery and Holocaust rotated league races, and Abaddon even raced a couple times.
But Dara Black wanted something more for her El Diablo grandcolt. She wanted him to make a name for himself, or give him the opportunity to. And when she heard that the most prestigious race in North America was taking nominations, she pulled Dante aside and told him her idea...and her heart's desire. Together, they looked at the fine print of the entrant details. Only the season's top seven runners would have an invitation to run in the race...beyond that the board of judges would be taking and considering nominations to fill the last seven positions. With heartfelt prayers and hopes and dreams, Dara and Dante submitted the black stallion's nomination, his credentials, and his racing performance. Now, all they had to do was wait for an answer.
Days passed. Then a couple of weeks. Dante had all but forgotten about the race, being that he was so wrapped up with the other horses he was training and racing, but Dara...she kept her phone on her at all times, anxiously waiting the answer that would either bring her dreams to life, or see them laid to waste.
It was a rainy, dreary day when Dara received a letter from the Jockey Club. Eagerly, she slit it open and pulled out the papers. Moments later, she let out an excited shriek and phoned Dante.
"WE MADE IT!" She practically shouted into the phone. She paused to hear what Dante had to say, then continued on excitedly. "I just opened the letter...He made it into the nominations list. I have all the information here...his post number is 8. It's being held at Keeneland this year."
Dante congratulated her and the phone call ended. Shocked, Dara sat down and re-read the letter several more times before offering a prayer of thanks.
Her darling Abaddon, son of Poltergeist and grandson of El Diablo, had made it into the Jockey Club's Breeder's Cup Classic...the most prestigious and richest race for the best racehorses...or perhaps the most daring? Dara and Dante later agreed immediately that all League races for Abaddon would be postponed: from that moment on, the giant black stallion would be training for the Classic, which was only a few short weeks away.
Abaddon had never run on grass before (other than in his paddock). Being primarily a dirt runner, the new surface was at first strange and irritating. But, the Classic was to be run on Turf, and so Abaddon had to be retrained. An apprentice jockey from the Fargo Horse Park was paid to come and ride on the horse-and he learned pretty quickly why Abaddon was called the Destroyer. The splash Thoroughbred was accustomed to Daniel, his main rider, so someone new on his back was like a hot brand to his flank. He eyed the newcomer with malice and bared his teeth the young man came close. Dante held the hothead's bridle firmly as the apprentice rider approached, nervousness written all over his face.
"Is he safe?" the young man asked.
"Nope. He's not."
"Oh that's just lovely." The kid grumbled as he approached the colt's side. Abaddon shimmied to the side, his hooves clopping on the compact earth. He chomped on his bit and flared his nostrils and gave Dante the most hateful look he could, but the seasoned trainer just gave his head a firm tug.
"Knock it off, you big brat."
Abaddon snorted and pinned his ears, trying to turn his head to look at the young rider again. His eyes rolled and then he swung his body towards him and slammed his side into the kid's shoulder, almost sending the poor lad down to the ground.
"Back off!" Dante snapped before taking the young stallion and sending him off in tight circles to break his mind off of hurting someone. After a few tense moments of flying legs and squeals of irritation, Abaddon was finally standing still. Approaching again, the young jock was allowed to mount and Dante led them to the Farm's training track.
"Instructions for today: walk him out once around the track, then let him go into a canter but hold him there. Do that for two rounds. When you come back to me, we will let him breeze before calling it a night. I just want him to feel the turf under his hooves and get a feel for the softer surface."
"What's your name, son?"
Dante dipped his head. "Take him on out, Jacob. Oh....I advise you not to let him get away from you. Pay attention to his ears. If they are not flat against the back of his neck, he's up to something bad. If you feel him rolling his tongue over the bit, tell him who's in control with a one-rein stop. If he manages to take the bit and take off on you, saw back and forth and do a one-rein stop as well. Got it?"
"Good. Good luck. He's fantastic once he gets going...or so I've been told."
And with that, Abaddon's training for the Breeder's Cup Classic had begun.
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Time Spent: 2-3 hours on November 5th, 3 hours on November 6th: total work time: 5-6 Hours