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SilverStar
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Date Posted: Saturday, July 12, 08:24:12am
In reply to:
WL
's message, "~swifter than white lightning~" on Saturday, July 12, 07:26:04am
Sterling breath of wind puts on a burst of speed, easily making a transition into a fast-flying gait that transforms her into a drop of bright steely liquid, a flowing blur of quiksilver, her slender midnight pistons churning blindingly fast, barely touching the hard-packed earth, she seems not even to graze the earth with her lightly thundering hooves. The pace is so fast it seems that she would take flight and leap right into the heavens, but she’s barely even starting. Her flagging raven banner and silken rivers are now streaming behind her, in brilliant clouds of jet black, whirling, swirling, flowing, whipping out until they seem to be a part of the wind itself. Her delicately chiselled dished face is fiercely wild in her adrenaline-rushing exhilaration in running. Tiny sooty muzzle is tipped slightly toward the sky, wide flaring nostrils drinking the wind. She leaves no hoofprints, it seems that she is an ethereal being, a flash of sterling, a whirling storm of silver.
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