Galloping

trying to get out my inner creativity...this was actually a project for school, trying to use vivid adverbs.

And then she was galloping. Faster, faster she went..she could feel the building speed as the magnificent
beast beneath her strained out everything he had. He was sweating, his muscles flexed and tensed. His
brassy copper color shining in the morning sunlight as they peaked just over the hill. The beauty of it took
her breath away, she was distracted just for a second, but long enough to be jolted out of her seat almost
completely by a log in the stony path. They kept galloping. Though a human would be exhausted by now,
her faithful horse only picked up speed, if that was even possible. They had to be going faster than any train
or motor car could. Her long dress whipped in the wind that bit at her face and the horse's. Her eyes were
slits as they broke through a rose bush; she came out of it bloody and torn, but she didn't care...