On Your Mark...Get Set...

Valentine walked towards the stable, taking the same horse he always had without permission. Looking behind, he saw that no one had followed or wanted him to pay for the horse or things like that.

His feet had reached the mud by the horse and the "sweet" aroma that the horse gave his nose made him place his fingers on his nose. Valentine leapt upon the horse and sighed, sitting there, getting a feel for the horse.

Peering at Zadrian, the eighteen year old galloped towards him and decided to race him. The horse had caught towards him, and all he had to do was look at him.

Looking towards the forest ahead, Valentine kicked the sides of his unsaddled horse and continued.

Smirking the forest was coming ahead, hopefully he can survive this! remembering a girl who couldn't do so, he smirked. Diving to and fro from the trees, the horse barely made the fourth tree.

Valentine turned around and darted towards the stable.

Kicking the steed once more he decided to take a break and cancel the race, somewhat tired of it. Darting towards the left near the brooke that ran alongside the barn, the teenager jumped from Ithaci and rested, calming the mare down.

The mare decided to take a break and drink from the brook as well.

"So, you normally ride horses, or is this your first time?" Valentine wondered who this guy was, but then again, they looked so much alike it was kind of scary.

"The name is Valentine Ctakah."