Yakul
The Loyal Red Elk of the Crimson Earth
Red fur. Steep trails. One hell of a rider.
They call me Yakul, the Red Elk of the Crimson Earth. I was born beneath ancient trees that forget the shape of time. My legs know every slope and shadow, but it's the bond that truly carries me — with Ashitaka on my back, I'd race the storm itself. I don't speak, but I understand more than you think.
What I'm Into: the scent of pine at dawn, the rhythm of hooves on stone, Ashitaka's steady weight, clearing a fallen log in one leap, the silence after a gunshot
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