KIROTTU
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What could it be about a landscape, so perfect and pristine, that draws the stallion out tonight? Was it the way in which the nights sometimes felt like they lasted forever here? No, it could not be that, for the season meant that it was the days that stretched on for hours longer than they should, encroaching upon the time in which the stallion could spend in his true form. Perhaps it was the way which the cold set his senses on high alert, making him feel alive? Or perhaps it was the way in which the beautiful Lady Luna shone above him, her gentle smile radiating down upon the icy shelf of the Arch, reflecting upwards so that her ethereal glow graced him from multiple angles.
The stallion stood on the outskirts of the icy cavern, his long tail swaying in the cool breeze, his horn glistening in the moonlight. Eyes of the deepest violet stared out across the lands, the thick, muscled nape of the steed tilting his point of view with ease. The stallion sighed, lost amongst his thoughts, as he so often was. How many months had he spent, hiding here, using the darkness of the cave to shield his ugly carcass from onlookers during the day. It was rare for him to allow others to potentially glimpse him, so rare that his own eyes hurt from the effort of looking to the Moon - that is how long they had been locked away behind his eyelids, refusing to see the beautiful world around him, mocking him, rejecting him.
Suddenly, he was in motion. Limbs covered the ground with a swift ease. The loam was soft, slippery, it squelched beneath each footfall, for the temperate weather f TallSun had caused the icy ground to defrost, at least a little bit. While the Frozen Arch still remained solid, it dripped every now and then, less so at night, however. With deep, snorting breaths, he trotted, the Spaniard lifting his knees high and stretching his stride wide. He was magnificent, he was stunning, breathtaking, elegance, strength and poise defined. Dawn was still many hours away yet. It was time to move again, time to investigate his condition further.
Time to rid himself of this wretched curse.
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THE CURSED ONE |
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