The Rogue Prince

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The Rogue Prince

The evening breeze found him. Rolling down the valley, it perfumed itself with the eucalyptus before finding and flowing over his body like a lover. He had stopped fighting by now, for all his strength had not been able to unravel the belts that were wrapped around his hooves, the belts cut from the hides of his kin.

Now his sky-facing eye was filling with what would be his last view of the stars, as the ants and the flies tried to make sense of what was lying on the earth. He’d been born out here, without a vet. For a year, as he grew, he followed his mother, for eighteen…