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He walked away from the naked mare, legs heavily sinking into the earth of these new lands as exhaustion from battle sank into his frame. A wound on his withers bled sluggishly. Pink new skin itched around its edges, but the goddess’s magic had not quite sunk all the way into the bite wound, and the center was still raw flesh.
As the dark blood slowly dribbled down his massive shoulders, his deep blue eyes swept the carnage, to and fro. His buckskin coat still glows softly from the moon’s magical healing, but he pays it no mind. All are glowing and bleeding around him.
All but Rexanna. Curse that woman, why is she always so hard to find?! Frustration and fear cause his brow to crease, for the smell of his own burnt flesh had brought back flashes of memories. Memories he had worked so hard to bury- and had succeeded (mostly).
He knew what charred golden skin looked like. He knew how it cracked and softly gave beneath his muzzle. How dead flesh could be so warm-so hot. A unconscious shudder travelled over his coat as he continued to search, not allowing his eyes to blink. For he did not want to see the images that were waiting for him beneath his eyelids.
“Rexanna?!” his voice was hoarse from smoke and flame, so it did not carry as well or a deeply as it normally did. Still, he walked, further from the carnage now, nearly entering the maze.
As the dark blood slowly dribbled down his massive shoulders, his deep blue eyes swept the carnage, to and fro. His buckskin coat still glows softly from the moon’s magical healing, but he pays it no mind. All are glowing and bleeding around him.
All but Rexanna. Curse that woman, why is she always so hard to find?! Frustration and fear cause his brow to crease, for the smell of his own burnt flesh had brought back flashes of memories. Memories he had worked so hard to bury- and had succeeded (mostly).
He knew what charred golden skin looked like. He knew how it cracked and softly gave beneath his muzzle. How dead flesh could be so warm-so hot. A unconscious shudder travelled over his coat as he continued to search, not allowing his eyes to blink. For he did not want to see the images that were waiting for him beneath his eyelids.
“Rexanna?!” his voice was hoarse from smoke and flame, so it did not carry as well or a deeply as it normally did. Still, he walked, further from the carnage now, nearly entering the maze.
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