Sleipnir: The horse of horizon
"What did you name him?"
"Sleipnir."
"Oh? Lore accurate, are we? Well… he won't grow more legs, or else it would have been a perfect name."
A body made of pure darkness, outlined by the primordial silver light that was the same as the silver card that Sera came from.
Eyes so deep and such a profound shade of black that anyone looking into those eyes would be lost into an entirely different realm.
A young body, only as big as a pony for now, however, as a few of them already knew, this little one was going to grow a lot more very soon.
"I can't believe I'm seeing one myself…"
Viscount had a deep admiration as he looked at this creature, and there was a unique envy hidden within his unique eyes.
This being… aside from being a familiar of someone that he had been looking after for a long time now, this creature was also a legend from the old folklores.
"The horse of horizon…"