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The handsome brute travels silently through the moonlit trails. His silvery highlights make his mane and tail look silver, as for his pelt is jet black. The breeze softly flew through his luxurious mane and tail, slightly making his feathers dance as the wind hit them. The radiant light in the cool sand reflected the moon as it lit up every area of the Dragon’s Throat. Alone he walks through the dessert. Deserted the stallion walks on as his hooves leave a trace behind him. No one but himself. That’s the way he liked it.
Once he was satisfied enough, he walks to the top of a sand mound and stares at the starry night. What a beautiful sight. The stars let out a faded glow, but it looked like millions and millions of fireflies. The reflection of the stars shone brightly from his silver eyes making it look like a whole other galaxy within it.
Across from him lay a slightly lower sand mound, the perfect height for taking a flight. Now turning his attention towards the bright sand mound, it tempted him to take flight on. The sudden urge blew through his mind. The night was perfect anyway. How could he not?
Taking a giant step, he bolts full speed. Galloping away the brute pushes on towards the mound. Lengthening his legs longer and longer, measuring himself for the final leap. Finally reaching his destination he charges off the sand mound and pushes himself as hard as he can, leaping off the mound. Flapping his wings, he glides in a circle. Feeling the wind beneath his giant wings, he closes his eyes enjoying the moment. This perfect moment. How could it get worse?
Once he was satisfied enough, he walks to the top of a sand mound and stares at the starry night. What a beautiful sight. The stars let out a faded glow, but it looked like millions and millions of fireflies. The reflection of the stars shone brightly from his silver eyes making it look like a whole other galaxy within it.
Across from him lay a slightly lower sand mound, the perfect height for taking a flight. Now turning his attention towards the bright sand mound, it tempted him to take flight on. The sudden urge blew through his mind. The night was perfect anyway. How could he not?
Taking a giant step, he bolts full speed. Galloping away the brute pushes on towards the mound. Lengthening his legs longer and longer, measuring himself for the final leap. Finally reaching his destination he charges off the sand mound and pushes himself as hard as he can, leaping off the mound. Flapping his wings, he glides in a circle. Feeling the wind beneath his giant wings, he closes his eyes enjoying the moment. This perfect moment. How could it get worse?
