he stands in his stall it was yet time for a race, it has been a while since his last run but after his warm ups and long full gallops across the desert he knew he was ready, his owner tacked him up and bolted up onto his back reining me to the other side of the village, a 6 men on 6 mean, pined eared stallions, Sage reared at the sight of them nearly tossing his rider, he didnt mean to but It was his place to show who was in charge in this race, Sage flicked his tail rapidly and pulled on the bit an reins, once in line a man near by shot his gun, at that very moment Sage took to the desert grounds like it was nothing, ahead by a long shot leaving the 6 men behind, the men had each put down money for this race betting that their horses could beat the white beast, Sage was still the leader, his rider siting with ease and no needing to whip him, the rein was loose and Sage pulled on ahead, the 6 stallions trailing behind, none could catch up now as Sage headed back around to the village finish line, blazing past the finish and pulled to a stop, not long after the 6 riders on horse back cantered across, their horses was terribly out of shape and one was winded and sweating, his eyes looked as if ready to pop out of his head, Sage and rider rode over to clam the easy earned money. god boy Sage well done my rider says patting me roughly on the shoulder.
Posted on: Sat, 01 Feb 2014 20:05:22 +0000
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