Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160605202324/@comment-5543592-20160607212704

Trees, streams, and hills zipped by, almost unable to be registered. At this speed, a good-sized plank of wood would've been crumpled by an impact with Juliette's forehead. Her frantically tightening of the reins was no use, as the animal had neck muscles of iron. Even if Whistles had heard her, he likely wouldn't have obeyed her commands. The horse seemed to get some sort of pleasure, judging by the impossible turns and dangerous leaps he made, from thrilling his rider-- not sadistic, but childlike, searching for a excitement and not caring about the costs. At this point, Juliette was simply along for the ride.