Siren

As much as the horse beneath him, his muscles flexed to hold on and move with the horses movement, laying as flat as he could to become just an extension of the horse, and the horse to become an extension of him. He now gripped the reigns with both hands, stearing with firm pulls to keep the horse on track so that they wouldn't run into any bounty hunting humans. For now they were free, he knew they had gotten away... for now.

As soft dirt durned into hardened magma, Siren raised himself to create wind resistance to the horse. His hair flew back and behind him, clearing his sharp looking face to open those dieing-sun eyes. Still, there was no smile, he was not cocky enough to gloat about his victories in thievery. He much rather trophy his human heads, the heads this horse would soon help him gather. - He pulled the reins, slowly applying pressure until the horse stopped. All the while, he put his left hand just in front of the horses withers, his thumb on one side, the rest on the other. He squeezed firmly. It was the begining of the training. To assosiate the pressure of the withers to the same signal as 'stop'. He did not voice out a command; but he would pull the horses head into its chest if it refused to stop.

Bright eyes looked over the beast as he did his commands, ready and reading his body language all the while. He would have to get use to the animal if it were to become a 'tool' and a 'partner' in his life of crime. "Wonder if ya have a name" He said, looking over the horse. If there was no name, he would give him a new one.