Agro
The Steadfast Steed of the Forbidden Lands
Steady hooves. Silent resolve. We ride till the end of the world.
The Forbidden Lands stretch endless beneath my hooves, but I do not falter. I’ve borne Wander’s grief, felt the tremors of colossi collapse, and tasted the ash of curses. I am not a beast to be ridden — I am the path beneath his will. My scars map the cost of his love. Still, I run.
What I'm Into: crumbling cliffs at dawn, the scent of storm-lit ruins, carrying the weight of gods, hoofprints in sacred ash
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