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Heath continued to grin and Haven glared at him, snorting in a very horse-like fashion. Drogon neighed and stamped the ground, feeling his luperci's agitation. The older male could be such a chore at times and it was times like these that he did not have the time to work on him. Giving his friend one last distasteful look he focused back on the track and he felt the stallion's focus switch back to it as well. It was almost like their minds were melded, thinking of the same things and working on the same problems. It was a strange feeling, but a comforting one. He knew the mustang would never betray him, there was only truth in the creature. It was bond unlike he held with anyone else and he cherished it, especially in such trying times.
There were calls and muttering but the hybrid Knight paid them no mind, they were only white noise. It was only when Jacquez spoke back up that he took note. He spared the monarch a quick glance and then focused completely on the race. He gripped the reins tightly in his hands and he felt the energy in the stallion reach a frenzy, knowing at any moment the time would come for it to be put to use. All of Haven's muscles tensed and Drogon's did the same. The signal came and the two shot forward with the rest as if from a gun.
He moved seamlessly with the mustang as if they were actually one being instead of two separate entities. Haven felt the rapid hoofbeats reverberate through his whole body and they seemed to be in time with his heart. The adrenalin of the event finally started to flow freely through his veins. No attention was paid to the riders around him. It was as if he had blinders on. All he could see was the path in front of him and all he could hear were the sounds of their bodies.
Heath continued to grin and Haven glared at him, snorting in a very horse-like fashion. Drogon neighed and stamped the ground, feeling his luperci's agitation. The older male could be such a chore at times and it was times like these that he did not have the time to work on him. Giving his friend one last distasteful look he focused back on the track and he felt the stallion's focus switch back to it as well. It was almost like their minds were melded, thinking of the same things and working on the same problems. It was a strange feeling, but a comforting one. He knew the mustang would never betray him, there was only truth in the creature. It was bond unlike he held with anyone else and he cherished it, especially in such trying times.
There were calls and muttering but the hybrid Knight paid them no mind, they were only white noise. It was only when Jacquez spoke back up that he took note. He spared the monarch a quick glance and then focused completely on the race. He gripped the reins tightly in his hands and he felt the energy in the stallion reach a frenzy, knowing at any moment the time would come for it to be put to use. All of Haven's muscles tensed and Drogon's did the same. The signal came and the two shot forward with the rest as if from a gun.
He moved seamlessly with the mustang as if they were actually one being instead of two separate entities. Haven felt the rapid hoofbeats reverberate through his whole body and they seemed to be in time with his heart. The adrenalin of the event finally started to flow freely through his veins. No attention was paid to the riders around him. It was as if he had blinders on. All he could see was the path in front of him and all he could hear were the sounds of their bodies.