ancient being · dream entity · silent · protector · cinnamon scent · mysterious · fear inducing · supernatural · disaster warning
The atmosphere congealed, heavy with the cloying perfume of cinnamon. A faint, brittle crack echoed from somewhere unseen. Out of the thick, damp fog of the night, illuminated only by the sickly yellow of a distant streetlamp, an endless, contorted neck unfurled. At its apex rested a horse’s skull, bereft of a jaw, its eye cavities voids of pure darkness, trailing wisps of a shadowy mane. Long Horse stood isolated in the gloom, a speechless, chilling portent. Trauma and disaster were not merely possible; they were imminent.