Dark Side Fantasy -ep. 2- -pasture Soft- -

To be continued… or perhaps, to simply lie down in the warm grass and never get back up.

Kaelen drew Mourning's End . The blade wept a single, black tear. "I'm here for my horse." Dark Side Fantasy -Ep. 2- -Pasture Soft-

The hills weren't hills. They were the buried bodies of previous champions—warriors, mages, tyrants—slowly decomposing into wildflowers. Their armor had rusted into fertilizer. Their swords had become fence posts. And from their open, smiling mouths grew thick, sweet clover. To be continued… or perhaps, to simply lie

A low, mournful whinny cut the air. Kaelen saw her—the Night-Mare, a beast of obsidian muscle and burning cinders, now wearing a crocheted blanket and a halter woven from bluegrass. She was standing in a field of buttercups, chewing peacefully. "I'm here for my horse

Lyra grabbed his arm. Her metal eye ticked violently. "Don't look at the horizon."