Saracen continued after Yasmin, his expression showing no sign of tiring. "You do know, I will win!" he notified her, increasing his pace just slightly, as he could sense that if he went any faster, he could loose his stepping. He was a young, but careful horse.
Tamara trotted along the long stretch of grass, halting in the center as she heard a distincive noise coming from the right, near the entrance of the forest. Knowing it was risky, she started walking n that direction, with steady pace, keeping the sound of her step extremely hard to hear. She had to be careful. But, there was no changing yet. For all she know, could be just her imagination, after all. But she didn't know this; waiting in that forest for her was Lass. The eight-legged mythical Sleipnir who will get revenge at any cost. In the wrong place at the wrong time..













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