Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-27147599-20180630202505/@comment-34052734-20180702163343

Out came one, then two men atop obsidian-colored stallions, raving after the runaway two sharing the same rust-colored horse. They pressed their bodies forward to increase the speed of their steeds.

“Do you see anything yet!” James howled, bending his elbows as he rode, his position leaning forward.