bay stallion trots into Challenging grounds, smelling the bitter, matallic scent of blood. questioning optics scan ground for which the training was held. black tail swishes at copper flanks as he listens to what the conversation held. he looked to his nephew, coal black like his father and with the same ignorant nature. he smiled and watched the begining fights.
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