"I believe its time for us to part ways." It was late, and she could feel the dull ache due to her lack of sleep. Reaching out Raven handed Reaper the creation, bowing her head in thanks as she turned. Her boots on the concrete telling her all she need as she began to walk. "If you ever need me, just listen for the steps of four." Her book in hand she felt it rise before her, hand reaching to feel the worn pages. "Its hooves of thunder shall carry another. Under the guise for eyes that have not yet seen, it shall punish those, who have yet to bleed." A bray of a horse whispering about the room, before her appeared what most would say was a simple motorcycle. Not a single design, with it's body painted in black. Yet those who for some reason or another, offered blood on the walls of their home would see something else entirely. A horse, far larger than any creature here, it's head missing and in place wispy smoke trails. It's body donned in dull, intricate armour. Listing to the hoof beats Aurora climbed onto the beast. "Take me home." It was a quiet night, one that was perfect for a ride. The air cooling, crisp even, under the winds created from the speed in which they went. Listing to the sounds of busy streets of down town Aurora began to feel it as a welcome noise. It was so quite in the abandoned banks, far too quiet for her liking, the sounds of passing cars and angry voices, though not her liking,was far more pleasant. She only began to pay attention again when the sound of crunching gravel entered her ears. The beast snorted, easing it's way to the gate she punched in the code and rode in. That night she found herself in a stall, farthest from the door, coated in ribbons of brilliant colours and glory. The name "Beauty in Shadow" glistened in the pale light. a single eye looking right at her, knowingly, the animal's coat so dark that it seemed to a void in the stall. "Hey Loki" her voice that of a whisper she gained a nicker in return. The sound of a stall opening echoed through her barn as she entered. Laying down in the sweet smelling straw with her back to the wall. She told him everything that night, enjoying the pleasant company, a soft nose in her hair, a gentle nuzzle and comforting words in a different language. It was all she needed as she decided to sleep there that night. ---- "Come on Aurora! Reach farther!" The sound of thundering hooves, the smell of sand clogging her nose as her muscles screamed. It was another day, her blood pumping, Aurora found herself in the arena. The stallion she spent the night with, now beneath her as the woman clung to the leather saddle. Her body arched, allowing it to fall like a doll and reach for the ground. Her object of interest, a cloth of some kind, just out of reach. Another failure, but she still could not deny the fun she was having. She loved feeling the muscle of the horse beneath her. The breath bursting through the air as she counted each stride he gave. [i]nine,eleven,thirteen,[/i] again she reached for the cloth that laid undisturbed in the centre of the arena, and again she missed. Loki being larger than most horses used in the sport she found herself a bit too high up. She could hear her father shouting at her because of her fourth failure. The man wanted his only child to be a trick rider like himself. And while she was more than happy with being able to learn, even picking up the trade alongside her own. He would not let up on her, it was easily one of the more dangerous sports in the family, one wrong move and she could be killed. Loki galloping across the arena she tried again, falling from the saddle she barley kept on with her feet. The beast was so well trained that only a few months of learning and he was already done with trying to throw her. Adrenaline rushed through her body as sand kicked up at her face. Her fingers grasping the fabric she pulled herself up with the beast still charging forward, a smile from ear to ear as she held it up. Standing in the saddle for a victory lap. The stride her mount made still being counted in her head. They were passing the left wing of the Arena when she heard the sound of a machine of some kind burst to life. It was a normal thing, construction was always here to make sure the stable was up and running in the city streets. Yet it was not even a blink when she felt Loki spook, his rider standing on his back with the roar of the engine only feet from him proving too much. It was like a earthquake, throwing her through the air she reached out to try and soften her fall only to land over the arena wall into the gravel on the other side. Air knocked from her lungs she bounced from the gravel. Rolling slightly, she felt her back hit something, her helmet cracking on whatever it was that stopped her travels "I'm fine, I'm fine!" She could already hear worried voice and hands grabbing her arms as she forced herself to stand. Grooms trying to grab her horse as he charged through the sands as though he were going to battle. 'Damn it..." Gravel in her hands, white hair now a dull grey and face scratched from the impact, the woman spat on the ground. "Loki stand." It was like a switch, the animal on the other side of the wall sat on his haunched. Dust kicked up everywhere from the force put into it. A cloud engulfing Aurora as she clicked her tongue waiting and counting each hoof beat that made it's way to her. The sound of iron on wood indicating he put his head over the wall in apology. "Lets try this again shall we?" Moving over she waved off the workers near her. "Its okay, sorry to bother you guys." She had a limp, yet it was her pride that was hurt the most.