Riding Around

The sound of hooves were on the trail. It was a steady beat, but you could tell the horse was in trot. The horse was black and white, and was combed and the mane was also combed down, and it was a little short like it was cut. On the horses back, was a a boy, of the age eighteen. He wore simple black jeans, and a black t-shirt, with nothing on it. He also has a black trench like coat on. At his side is a sword, the is beautiful and slender.

He was following a trail that was small, only one horse could go through at a time. Fury, was riding bareback, like usual, he only used a saddle when he needed it, but right now he only had reins to control the horse. He leaned forward and whispered into the horses ear, and it threw its head up and neighed loudly, and Fury laughed, a cheerful, happy laugh, it was rare when he would laugh like like, him being always angry.

"Your a good horse, Flick." Fury said, in a light cheerful voice. "Now, show me how fast you can run!" He said in a louder tone, and he hit the horse on the shoulder with the loose reins he had, and suddenly, Flick jumped into a gallop. The trees rushed by them, they almost hit a few, but the horse dodged them easily. They soon broke out of the woods, and out into a wide valley, far off, the barn a stables could be seen, but they didn't go there, they continued to gallop in the valley.