Sabre walked out into the yard, lifting his feet most elegantly, he was a sight to behold, the perfect specimen of a stallion, his rider sat proudly on his back, reins taut in her gloved hands making the stallion arch his neck.
Jelenis took in the sight of them, there was no doubt who the harlot rode, the stallion was large, powerful, Sabre was as impressive in this form as he was in his other. The woman was proud that she rode the Demon, probably as proud as when she rode him in bed, Jelenis thought to himself.
The Black stallion caught sight of the white one in his courtyard and he semi reared pawing at the air. He felt Flori's legs tighten about him and part of him hoped for her chastisement, this game merely a continuation of the previous night's fun. Jelenis backed away, now the icy lasso had melted, across the yard away from the pair. He was no match in this state to fight with Sabre should the black stallion choose to attack him. He was muzzled by the net over his mouth too which was an unfair advantage.
Sabre danced on his hooves, sparks ringing over the cobbles, his power making it difficult for the slight girl to hold him.
"Whip him with your damn riding crop!" Jelenis thought anxiously.
"He defies you more than I do!"
