Post by barbaro on Oct 23, 2006 15:44:08 GMT -5
Skye loped onto the track. "Speed training," she sighed. They loaded her into the gate. Her pillars were still. Her orbs' gazes were nowhere but forward. The bell rang and she took off! She stode out. She pinned her auds back. She clamped her bit tight. Her jockey was forward, almost on her crest. Her pillars moved in a rythmic motion. It was time to really run now! Her jockey gave her her head. She flew past the clockers at the finish. She heard them whisper, "45 flat." Her orbs lit up with pride. She was going to win her next race. She strutted off.
