Breathing heavily, the black carousel snorted and tossed his head. It was too easy, but the power still brought him thrills. And of course, no one but his fellow carousels was going to try and stop him, though it seemed they'd given up by this point.
Catching his breath, he walked a slow pace down the street, twisting as he went to tuck his prize into a pouch he kept attached to his saddle. The small leather bag jingled as he moved, already full of jewelry and coins. It was debatable whether the male stole to gain wealth or whether or not it was just for fun. Given he was prone to stealing food too made it seem like the latter. But the bag he emptied every night and most of it's contents went to the other carousels, who certainly had their own jobs.
The large stallion wasn't concerned about anyone bumping into him as he walked, leaving him free to not pay attention to his surroundings. He was bigger than everyone else on the street and certainly more menacing. Only an idiot would think of getting in his way or that bratty kid that was always bothering him.
Blue Eyed Melloon
