Illuminance prospered through the beryl canopy of the woodland, a peaceful dawn all but silent save for the touch of hooves uttering across fallen leaves and sprawling roots of ancient, towering oaks. As a ghost, the horse wandered, a vagabond escaped from the herd seeking to destroy his lineage. All the stallion wanted was to rest, but there was no certainty the enemies wouldn't try for pursuit of the Zabana. Their mission was to desecrate all rivals, and as a survivor of the bloodline, Yin had been condemned to die. Starving, weakness knew every trembling step, rugged breaths spilling into the unfamiliar atmosphere as determination encouraged until collapse, staggering, but there was no use. With no choice, head laid to the earth, limbs folding, tail coiled as if a pale, moonlit serpent. |
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