. Begin Your Journey .: your birth was no accident

The wind had a fierce howl to it today, the kind that sent shivers down even the bravest skin. Its cold fingers running circles down the rough pelts of those that shivered beneath the bowing trees. There was one whoever, who appeared with the swirling dust, whose nasals inhaled the poignant particles, rasping as they tickled his throat. He trod lightly for his heavy stature, his hooves barely sounding as the earth moulded to his steps, sinking beneath the weight, gasping as the pressure was relieved. He tossed his head in some annoyance, his jet forelock lifting from his eyes in a melodramatic spray, before settling over his left eye once again. He was one who enjoyed an entrance, if not only to shroud his personality in ambiguity, but tease an interest in those who watched, to a relatively average looking stallion. He was a rich bay in colouring, a dusty liver-bay touching black in the right environmental conditions, virtually flawless in the richness of his colouring. The black of his left forelimb faltered into a small white sock, covering just the base of his pastern; no other marking betrayed him from the darkness of the shadows.

I’m sure many of you that inhabit this land have seen countless ‘flawless black stallions’, but let me continue, for although Aberrance was flawless in colouring, he was scarred with a spiteful personality, a permanent limp in his left hind-leg, and a large scar running over his right eye. He was marked with the injuries of war, or perhaps of some vindictive past, and it was with a sickly smirk that the marred brute strode into the terra, his left hind clicking as he purposefully placed more weight on it, striding with a stiffened limp.

His black eyes gazed over those that busied themselves in meaningless activities, judging them before they had even spoken, their souls scorched already by his unseeing eyes.

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an intolerable cruelty
is blessed upon those
who have the hand to deliver it