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    More often than not he is covered in muddy stains and the speckling on his rump looks more gray than white most of the time. His black mane and white tail are matted, often sticky with resin and full of twigs and leaves.

    His hazel and blue eyes has sunken into their sockets. The fire within them has burnt out into a dull, feverish glow. They are vacant, his eyes, like there is no soul driving the run-down husk of a stallion.

    His horn is the only thing that remains the same; smooth and shining with a blue-white frosted tip that glitters in the light. Although it is frequently covered in a rusty-red coat of dried blood."