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Azreth lay on the frozen ground, allowing his tears to fall freely.
With each sob, a puff of steam rose high into the air, only to be whisked quickly away by the chill, biting winds.
Brown, dead leaves covered the forest floor, and as the winds stirred, the leaves crackled as they were strewn even more chaotically about the woods.
Azreth seemed to be the only source of light in the forest; the sky was overcast, and, though near midday, the sky was dark and dreary. The clouds threatened to rain, which would undoubtedly turn into snow on it's long fall.
Azreth's pristine coat shone like that of a Unicorn's, and, indeed, the same God who had created such a magnificent beast had modeled him after it. Thus Azreth's pure nature, and his abilities.
The golden horns spiraling back from his skull caught the occasional stray beam of light filtering through the thick clouds, and reflected the light, multiplying it tenfold.
As each tear was shed, Azreth felt as if he could breathe once more; oh, how he loved and hated the Gods for creating him!
On one hand, he could do so much good in the world, healing and helping, and even transferring lost memories, purifying food and drink, and being able to tell if a soul was just or not.
However, on the other, each pain and sorrow he Felt turned into his own, and the feelings were a constant burden that he could never seem to let go of.
Choking back a moan, the Ulaith buried his muzzle into the fallen leaves, inhaling the sharp scent of the cold earth around him. The sensation alone seemed to make him sob more, if anything.
Oh, if only those who had Passed could smell the air, could feel the sorrow he felt! He would give his life a million times over so that they could live once more.
He was in constant emotional turmoil, agony, even, and all at the hands of the Gods.
And yet, if it was their Will, he would cope with it.
Not only that, Azreth thought, fresh, salty tears kissing his eyes anew, but I can't let people hurt without doing anything about it.
A single tear slid down a furry white cheek, and for any onlookers, all they could feel was a deep sense of loss to see such a divine, pure creature so ill at ease.
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