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The horn which seeps underneath the bone of a jaw finds now grip, despite the fact that it should have met with solid bone. Instead, Paladin's ivory sword seems to cut straight through the bone like it might a block of soft cheese, leaving no break in the surface of the skull. You may try to scour the waters from the skull that had been dislodged, but you will not be able to find it. The skull has vanished! The place where it had been sitting on the creature is pulsating, colors changing rapidly every second but growing increasingly more intense, lighting a small section of the beach.
Another ear grating screech reels from the mouth of the beast as its attacks are scorned, hearing the barking commands of the older stallion. Sniffing the open air, the creature's jaws lurch forward once more, snapping toward the neck, seeking out the larynx. If it could stop the commands, the monster may be able to catch the other one unawares and claim both lives to join the backbone.
After the strike, hooves connect with the flesh of the monster, and a blood curdling squeal wrenches from the maw of the dead. The skin breaks, and the light pulsating begins to spill out, first a puddle of gleaming blood on the cold, wet sand. The scales below look translucent for a moment before a dull gleam returns.
Then, the secret begins to reveal itself. Hooves form in the puddle, steadily growing up and up. Legs, shoulders, hips, a barrel. Finally, the proud crown of an equine forms, horn beginning to protrude upward. The spirit of the dead, gleaming in ethereal light. The spirit looks toward Psyche, nodding reverently for a moment before galloping into thin air, escaping before it can be captured again. In the air, floating around the horned Lady, a sparkle, like a star, which attaches itself to a feather in her mane.
A light in the midst of an endless night.
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