"My father, he is cruel and selfish. He took over my tribe using force, and killed my mother in the process. I can never go back, and I have no where else to go." Azzaron blinked."I'm probably boring you with my history. It's just you're the first horse I have met in this land." Azzaron gazed at the mare, her eyes looked saddened. He noticed they were focused on his wings."What?"He glanced back at them."Haven't you seen a pegasus before?"Azzaron spread his wings out, allowing the light to catch on the gleaming feathers.
Azzaron tilted his head at the mare, checking her for any horns or wings."You're a regular?"He asked, quickly shutting his mouth. The words that had come out seemed to have been a bit rude. "Sorry." Azzaron knew his father would have burned him. Azzaron cleared his mind at the thought of his father.
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"When you grow old, you will die and rot on the ground,
Other horses will dance when you all crumble, when your kingdom falls.
When your crowns break."