“--you do not belong to these woods.”
heavy steps echoed the other-worldly voice in the gloom of the forest, and a majestic form rose from the crepuscule, looming over the wanderer’s figure. the star-borne S T A L L I O N fixed his fiery gaze upon her, wary of her novel presence; it caused a disturbance in the bleak peace of the grove, made manifest to its fire-breathing G U A R D I A N . her scent was somewhat familiar, and the beast’s unnatural empathy picked up on a great surge of anguish radiating from her crumpled figure. it taunted him with a fresh wave of sickness: a distant memory of ill woes of ages past knocked on the doors of his mind, and he hesitated to address it.