TerraWinters
Artista`
The crowed had gathered and the night was young. a mix of barley legal bikes and cars gathered on a dead strip of street called industrial road. formerly used by truckers and the like, was now a mass of cracked asphalt surrounding empty factories. Four or so cars lined up taking their places before shooting off into the dark for what would be a 5000$ cash prize. Terra sat on her bike her ankles crossed and her glowing gold eyes watching from under her goggles at the cars speeding away. she came for a challenge tonight. and it made her excited.