BrynLison

Fus had left the Deadwoods on his ghoul crow's tail. He had broke out of the tree line into a dusky plain. Great, from one unwanted place to another. The stocky black appaloosa stallion trudged on, kicking up ash and dust with his hooves in his annoyance. The crow landed on his withers, watching him carefully. It was dead of night before he saw something running across the plain. it was small and accompanied by something glowing white. How weird. He followed after whatever it was, but lost interest when it just kept going and going. He wandered away from its trail and off onto the plain in another direction. That was when he happened upon what looked like some kind of weird rock formation. When he got closer he could see they were massive bones... old and brittle. these must have been here a long time. The outside of some places were charred. This skeleton was easily twice his height and three times his length. Could this have been a whale from long time passed? Perhaps it was the body