^{this isn't just}C R O A T A N_{an accident}

--The breeze was no longer a breeze, in all truth, it would be completely wrong to even consider it a whipping wind. Thick limbs and branches blew and swayed from their scatted hangings, as though the century old trees they clung to were simply sapplings. One could say that the gray moss that hung from the leafless limbs made the trees long as though they should be leaning and rotting, and certainly not standing as erect as they currently were. There was not a single cloud in the sky, and this allowed the light, creamy bluew to stretched from frame to frame, it's only hindrance being the sun and the trees that cut off it's flow. A scent could be smelled in the air, and the wind, and the general entirety of the terrain. It wasn't scent that was normally caught in this land contently devoid of most four-legged life. An ocassional stag could be scented in persuit of a doe, or the scent of a jack picking land for a knew burrow, but none so large as what would soon present it's self. In fact, this scent was hardly even known by those outside this terrain too, for the simply reason that it lead a life of solitude, never feeling as though settling was something it would do with it's life. 'It' is not exactly an it, but more a he, or him. A creature of the male gender, four-legged, taller than a stag, with hooved walkers. Most would have guessed what this creature was by now, but for those who are still lost in their quest, he is an equid.