A single dappled grey stood with solum silence as rain whipped agents his well worn flanks. Lightning Flashed threw the rain heavy clouds, playing across the horizon before rizing like an acient Phoenix only to fade in a flash of fire. Steam Flared, misting from a heavy wind swept mane. Rising only to be struck down with an easy icey, sweeping hand of rain.

the wind played and pulled at battle hardened legs, sliding slick and sligh fingures threw thick eath colord hair, pulling loose strands of hair for keep sakes into the foaming wazes. War paint as bright as a dawning sky blazed across black anckles, showing the only color in the color drained landscape. Fortelling the wish of flight from the salt washed rockes and grey crooked sky.

'go. . .' called the wind, to the remaing army of one.
'run...' 'fly...' cackled the lightning as it sparked across the clouds, mocking, teasing to play high above.
'walk demaned the wind swept cliffs, as rocks crumbled with age and fell, but the dapple remained unmoving standing guard over the fading battle ground. Hooves stained red, waiting, watching. as high above the first drops of rain met with the charging wind, to wash away the past, drop by drop lettign it fade into the slate colord ocean.
leaving the ancient death screams to nightmares/