usilionpope

A lion lay stretched out on the hardened earth beside a tree so barren it provided little shelter from the blazing sun high overhead. His fur was golden as the dry grasses around him and his mane, a dark sienna, appeared to blend into the bark of the tree. From a distance he was invisible, unlike the foreign creature that captured his attention; it shimmered in the afternoon light as it thundered across the broken land on towering ivory legs. It moved with such an otherworldly grace that dust did not stir from the merciless pounding hooves despite the reckless speed. The elven rider who was braced upon it's sloped back adjusted to the pace, w