Open Chronicles The beasty thing in it's beasty stall

[Former and the Foal]

It's been holed up in its stall for weeks now. The large horse, over two meters at the withers was miserable and violent. Kicking at the stable walls and pommeling against the gate. Most of the college ground of Elbion dared not to come near for any prolonged contact. Today, however, the beast was calm and solemn.
It was professor Maho Spahawk's horse. Left here after he went off to his most recent mission. He didn't return.

It was that weird horse that grew wings. A maester of creatures would assert that it's a winged horse of the spine. Most didn't care though.
That's one hellish thing if they ever saw one. A master of magical beasts and artefacts, however, would say, no that is the fabled runehorse, Steed of Hellet, also known as Former, Smoldermane, Lightningcutter, Bonecleaver and lastly...Nemesis.
Not many of these existed, as lucrative as runic enchantments on horses were. This horse was simply the oldest of them.
The first.

Now holed up in a stall in elbion.
How wonderful said the professors. This was a rare time to see just how it's ancient rune worked like.

 

[Cosmin Lowdust]

The young diviner took his own fortune thrice before entering the stables, just to let fate know he meant business. Upon his third draw from the deck of cards at his hip, Cosmin was met with the visage of The Hanged Man.

This wasn't a good sign by any stretch, but it was still a better fate than his previous two pulls of The Tower and The Beast. Steeling himself, the student pressed into the stables and pushed a pair of sugar cubes around his palm in a singular show of his nervousness. Worst comes to pass, the animal he'd heard rumors of was likely just as given to such temptations as its more mundane cousins.

Cosmin made his way to the Steed's stable, looking up at the imposing beast with an utterly blank expression from a few feet beyond the gate. The student was not given to making himself readable, and a deadpan look had become one of his tools in such pursuits. "Afternoon," he said plainly to the mount of myths. "The stories said you would be more quarrelsome."

 

[Former and the Foal]

The beast was taller than any horse in the stable. He shook his mane and snorted, it's breath was strong and warm. Enough to blow at the Hair of Cosmin.
He stepped forward, pushing his head past the gate at the hyuman.