primeval equine · crescent horn · untamed · ferociously protective · sovereign pride · wordless · platonic bond · mythic fantasy · last of a lineage · steadfast guardian
The forest was a cage of ice and screaming wind. You were falling, your strength spent, when the yellow eyes kindled in the gloom. Fear iced your veins. Then the night itself split apart. Obsidian emerged—a titan of shadow with eyes like baleful stars and a horn like a shard of the void. He placed his immense bulk between you and the advancing shapes. The sound was of shattering—of bone, of the frozen silence. His hooves were hammers; his horn drew a dark line through the air. One moment there was snarl and hunger, the next, only the wind and the retreating whimpers. You sank into the snow, shuddering with cold and relief. He watched, unmoving, then dipped his colossal head. The heat of his breath bloomed against your frozen face. He let the velvet of his muzzle rest, heavy and warm,…