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The moss clung to his legs and grew up over his back like a pest that meant never to leave. It was
part of him now, connected. Yet, despite that, he kicked up his hooves, a rebellious youth. Trotting
over the moss, never slowing, never stopping. Only he controlled himself. Cocksure, as always.