golden crown of sorrow ; open, joining

[METEOR]

METEOR

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Two paws and two hooves hit the black sands as Meteor walked parallel to the waves. Seafoam hit his left paw and hoof, a welcome respite from the setting sun’s heat. The ocean’s breeze was weak today, playing with his mane like a friend instead of tossing it to and fro like an enemy.

He had started his walk for meditative self-reflection, but he spotted the deerwolf and instantly his goal for the next thirty minutes changed. He could hunt her down and eat her, but… he’d already partaken in supper, and the lion couldn’t eat even a rabbit. Still, a full stomach wouldn’t stop him from killing.

“Do you know where you are, little hybrid?” Meteor asked. His voice was not loud, but the ocean couldn’t drown him out. “Or are you a tourist looking for entertainment?” She looked to wimpy to survive long in the fight pits, but he lived for surprises.