Quiet dominion

The shadowed stallion emerged from the tangled embrace of the bramble briar, each step a painful reminder of the thorns that had turn into his flesh on his way through it. Blood trickled from the fresh scratches on his legs and sides, staining his thick coat and dripping on to the ground below. But the sting of the wounds was nothing compared to the satisfaction of pushing through the treacherous terrain, the suffocating embrace of the thorns now behind him once again.

He stood at the edge of the Algoma Prairie, hes breath heavy and his muscles tense as he took in the sight before him. The expanse of grass stretched out like a sea of green, undulating gently in the breeze. The scent of fresh earth and blooming flowers filled his nostrils, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of his own blood. Grazing animals dotted the landscape. Bison and pronghorn moved in herds, their low calls and the rustling of their hooves mingling with the sounds of smaller prey animals in the underbrush. This was a place of life, a hunter's paradise, and Uruk would spend his evening guarding it from them.

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