Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180104015424/@comment-26108027-20180122022536

"how... How are you not even the least bit surprised?"

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Tiral starts walking towards the horses, dropping to a crouch once he gets close enough. He's nearly invisible in the tall grass, and the fading light isn't helping.

The lead horse, a reddish-brown stallion with cream-colored spots, looks up. Tiral stops and sinks slightly lower. The stallion eventually relaxes with a quiet snort, and lowers his head.

Tiral hops up onto he stallion's back, whooping as it rears and starts trying to throw him off. The two feral horses bolt.