Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160824202030/@comment-5543592-20160825231224

"I don't think you do." Crimson said. "But you will." He put his fingers to his lips and blew.

The shrill whistle cut through the air, and with a blur of motion, a white stallion was at Crimson's side, seemingly materializing out of no where. Whistles snorted, lowering his head to the ground, searching for grass to graze on.

"Good luck everyone." Crimson said, tipping his imaginary hat to the group. "Don't get yourselves eaten or something stupid like that."