The smell of fear and sweat lay heavy in the air and at first Issa couldn’t see anything in the blackness as her eyes adjusted. The hairs on the back of her neck rose and sweat tingled upon her forehead. She wasn’t afraid but curious for a part of her deeply understood the creature that cowered fearfully before her. The dark shape in the corner stamped and snorted loudly, tossing his head up and down. She could feel the horse’s fear as if it were her own, a sense of loss, confusion and stress, these were all feelings she knew well. ‘There, there,’ she whispered softly, ‘I’m not here to hurt you.’ The raven cawed above her once and then was silent and she wondered if he was talking to the horse, reassuring it in some way. All at once the horse ceased his stamping and was calmer, daring to venture forward a little into the light. His coat was as black as midnight and glistened with sweat from the daily battles fought against the Demons in his mind. The whites of his eyes were brilliant crescent moons of fear shining in the darkness. He was very tall and his sleek; powerful muscles twitched nervously. She found him quite magnificent to look upon. Issa and her horse, Duskar. Dark Moon Rising on Amazon amzn.to/10u6bRe #Horse #Heroine #EpicFantasy #Magic
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