Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160808020912/@comment-5543592-20160809200104

Whistles neighed and tossed his head, bucking about, and Crimson had to struggle to hold on.

"Calm it, you dumb mule." Crimson said, slapping the horse's neck. "Ya tryin' ta kill me."

Whistles snorted, stomping nervously, ears flicking towards the sandstorm.

Crimson looked over, frowning.

"I think my brave steed's animal-sense gone and sensed something." Crimson said, pointing towards the dust cloud.