It rose out of the red mist; a Phoenix rising from the flames.

Standing proud, like a Peacock in all its glory.

With the grace of a Deer and the strut of a Stallion, it came upon them.

The strength of a Bull in its chest. The glint of a Fox in its eye.

 

The women stayed still. The novices couldn’t help but gasp in awe.


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