((Alright, so this isn't the best of my works, I just put it together in the last five minutes, but I would like your input on it. Is it good? Bad? Descriptive? Boring? Etc. Just so you don't become confused, Azriel is the female rider, Shadow is the stallion, and they're in the middle of the desert. Gratzi!))

Beautifully long, slender, yet muscular legs extended and then pulled back, extended, and pulled back.
Thud thud, thud thud, thud thud…
An undying rhythm, a stallion’s heart. His spirit soared with the wind.
Thud thud, thud thud, thud thud…
His mistress’s heart beat as one with his. They were a team. They were one.
Thud thud, thud thud, thud thud…
Her bare hand smoothed up his neck, she was asking for more, he gave it. They shifted into a whole new gear and flew over the sand, a shimmering cloud in their wake. He was born here, he lived here, he ruled here, this was his home, and he knew it well.
Shadow’s ears flicked backwards as Azriel whispered to him. They had a deep love and friendship as well as respect for each other. Neither was completely wild, but neither was completely tame either.
Azriel usually rode him bareback and depended on him to obey her directions. As it was, they both depended on each other in almost all situations. Now was one of those times as they journeyed to the nearby town known as Salakista.
Azriel eased backwards on Shadow’s back and gave a few firm pats on his rump. His strides slowed and eventually dropped down to a canter to a trot to a walk and then a stop. His jet black coat was sweat slicked and his muscles rippled beneath his healthy coat as he turned to nuzzle Azriel’s shoulder after she dismounted. She rubbed her hand over his muzzle and up to his ears where she gave him a decent scratching. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment and then Azriel gave him a quick rub down.
A minute later Shadow was lying on his side in the sand, which wasn’t scalding hot yet since the sun wasn’t even a quarter of the way up to its highest point in the sky, and Azriel was sitting with her back to his. She pulled one canteen of water off from her belt and took a sip from it. She looked around, the sun reflecting off her unusual eyes. If all went well, they would arrive at Salakista in under an hour.