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The forest-dwelling beast wasn't sure what had drawn him to this frozen land after spending centuries wandering in his ghostly form, centuries of protecting his forest from those who would do it harm, killing mercilessly if it meant his forest would be safe. While he couldn't physically bring harm to another, the forest creatures seemed to hear and understand his whispers to them. Leshen would guide and watch, then when all was done, he would rest his ghostly form within a large tree. This place, however, did not have any forest creatures and the trees did not speak, everything was lifeless, frozen in time.

The monstrous stallion continued to wander for some time but there didn't seem to be an end to this place, almost as if it had trapped him in here. If Leshen had brows, then they would be furrowed, annoyed that someone had drawn him into a trap that he could not find an escape. A long bellow escaped the beast as he called for whoever cared to answer, anyone that may know a way out, and if they helped him then Leshen would forever be in their debt. The liver chestnut stallion then moved closer to one of the trees to see if his suspicion is correct, his bony nose scrapped against the bark of the great white tree, soon followed by a mournful groan that then vibrated within his gullet. This place was not home and would never be, Leshen needed to get out of here and he didn't care what it would cost.

"Speech"
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Note: Here's Leshen for Xerxes!
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