Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150626145118/@comment-6006054-20150705213438

Uvaryl was not pleased with the prospect of horses. They seemed shifty to him, anything with teeth that prominent likely had ill plans for his fingers. He much prefered the reliability and capacity of silt striders. Anything smaller was for transporting goods, like a pack guar did, not for transporting people. He mounted the horse regardless, making sure to grip the reins close to himself, and away from where the creature's mouth could find his hands.