Wild Berry Meadow Dulce Laborum

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Furious screams rend the air, even the colt sang it’s mortal anguish, but most terrible was the roar that issued from the tortured throat of his mare as he drove her from the herd into the bramblewood. He signaled the hunt to abandon the others and round upon the bay.

By now she was towing streams of blood from snaps to her flank and the woods were streaking with red, all the while Rashepses coursed closely, taking in lungfuls of sweaty flesh that adrenalized instinct. She bucked and cut with her hooves, stamping and braying to ward off the wolves. He ducked and swept to the side, anticipating wild rushes, yet still the jackal was caught beneath a flying hoof, delivering a deep slice to his shoulder. His own blood spilled out onto the earth but in a heightened state it did nothing to impede the riverking. In their jaws the mare’s hinds were captured by the hunt, slowing her gallop to a frenzied trot and opening up a moment to seize her.

She threw up her great head to shriek, at the same time Rashepses lunged, enclosing her throat in his jaws in the same fleeting instant. Her deathrattle was dreadful, shimmering music to his ears. She hissed still in fight while the king held his grip, tearing through muscle into ruptured arteries. Blood was sent spraying from his bite, and as she crashed headlong into the trees, the mazoi converged on the jerking body.