He lifts the wooden beam up with his ebony horns, the beam latches into place fitting into the fence post notch.



The Pronghorn was constantly repairing his fencing as members of rogue Cattlekind routinely broke into his people's land.



His opinion of the steer were very low as bullheaded thralls entitled because they were the most powerful group of people on The Prairie. Ever since the times of old the spear horned beasts had traveled in the largest groups and due to their size were the most formidable in the grasslands.



Smaller tribes species the ones like Pronghorns always traveled in smaller groups of a dozen individuals compared to Cattle that could number in hundreds or thousands depending on the tribe.



It was Trefoil's job to help block off good grazing land so that the other tribes of The Prairie didn't steal it away. With the strange goings on lately the tension had been especially high.



Trefoil suddenly gets a strange feeling causing him to look up at the sky. These strange feelings were not uncommon for him, a kind of the intuition followed by a strange luck that some might even called tapping into a state of mind.



Perhaps it was this fate that caused him to look at the sky and see the figure flying across him overhead. A figure that appeared to be some kind of flying horse.



Trefoil suspicious of the strange intrusion, promptly stomps on the ground clipping a large rock with his hoof flipping the thing up into the air.



The Pronghorn scoops the rock out of the air with his horn then with a flick of his neck slings the thing at the flying figure.



To Trefoil's luck and superior aiming skill. He strikes the flying creature. To his luck it crashed into some other fencing he had just repaired.



Chrysaor stood up with a grunt, she held her leg up, she had hit the ground hard and when she tried to put her weight on it pain jolted up it. She didn't think she broke it and hoped it was only sprained.



She felt the plumage across her chest and frantically shouted "Evry!"



"What the heck!" Chrysaor hears a buck shouts followed by a hiss and a snap.



Chrysaor turns around to her asp is snapping at what appeared to be some kind of orange and white deer. The buck was rearing up ready to stomp down on the snake.



"You leave her alone!" Chrysaor snaps.



Trefoil hears the voice shouting at him causing him to look at what seemed to be a Pegasus mare. The creature was slender and beautiful covered in a blue turquoise coat. Fur around her neck puffed out like a Reindeer's, the mane on her head was cut short and maroon in color. Wings stretched out along the length of her body with green primaries and secondaries. Her tail resembled that of a birds and folded in and out. The Pegasus's his eyes were serpentine like with slits.



Chrysaor lets loose a whistle calling the asp Evry to her. The snake heeded the call and slithered up its master's leg hiding itself in his master's fluffy neck fur.



Trefoil takes a defensive stance aiming his sharp points at the mare, he ignores the feeling to back away from the intruder out of need to protect the ground.



Evry sticks her head into Chrysaor's satchel and pulls out some kind of violet bead with her jaw then coils back around breaking the thing in front of Chrysaor's face releasing purple colored dust.



With a flap of her wings, Chrysaor blows the dust into Trefoil's face. The buck blinks and snorts as the substance gets into his eyes and nostrils. His head quickly becomes woozy. A strange feeling rushes through his body as his vision becomes cloudy.



Chrysaor seeing the desired effect gives a long sly smile. She shakes some kind of golden powder from her wings that misted toward Trefoil. His disorientated stance takes on a starry drugged look.



Chrysaor makes slinking steps toward the buck. "Hello cutie may you give me a little help here?"



"Yes," Trefoil said in a hypnotic tone.



"My name is Chrysaor," the Pegasus replied, took a moment to think before speaking again, "And you are?"



"Trefoil," the Pronghorn replied.





"Look Trefoil, I need a little rest do you have a place for shelter?" Chrysaor asked in a sweet and salty voice.



"There is an old shed I've been staying in the last few days as I patrol the area," Trefoil replied drugly.



"You may take me there to recover," Chrysaor says waving her hoof in a get moving gesture.



Trefoil takes the limping Pegasus to the old barn shed located about two miles away. A structure the was sturdy, but showing the dry rot common to that region. The floor was made up of dry loose soil with a ladder leading up to a second floor with a hay bed.



As they walked to the barn shed the effects of Chrysaor's chemicals begin to wear off on Trefoil. Well in his feud state the Pegasus's hypnotic suggestion made the buck reasonably compliant.



By the time he showed the strange mare the hay bed and she could lay down, The Pronghorn found himself questioning why he was helping this Pegasus and starting to notice a period of foggy missing time.



Chrysaor noticed the Pronghorn questioning himself in decided it was time to put him to sleep with sleeping powder.

A nightmare of a black shadowy beast with piercing white eyes of death and white gleaming teeth awoken Trefoil in a sweat. He releases an audible loud gasp as he awoke. Chrysaor puts her hoof on the bucks muzzle and gives a silent "Shush".



"What was that?" A voice from below said in a loud hushed tone.



"Steer," Trefoil said with venom.



"Evry did some recon, she says there's three," Chrysaor whispers.



"Snake talks to you?" Trefoil said keeping quite as he raised his eye brow.



"There is a ladder over here!" One of the voices pointed out.



"We can't clime that flimsy thing,"



"I smell perfume someone's up there!"



"Those beasts can rip this barn apart," Trefoil snaps.



Evry shows Chrysaor a small yellow vile, the Pegasus shakes her head in acknowledgment to the snake then whispers out the side of her mouth to the Pronghorn. "Get ready,"



"Get ready for what?" Trefoil gives a confused look.



Chrysaor tosses the vile in between the three Steer below. It smashes against the ground producing a loud explosion that startles the three creatures sending them stampeding around the barn. Support beams crack and break as walls get banged against and snap.



"Not good! not good! not good!" Trefoil shouts as wooden planks below him begin to fall apart and separate. The buck rides the section as it falls down upon the frantic Steer. Chrysaor being a Pegasus avoided all this chaos by hovering in place with her wings.



Trefoil found himself landing on his belly, laying backwards across one of the Steer's backs. The Steer immediately noticed the Pronghorn on his back and starts trying to buck him off, but Trefoil managed to keep a hold of him.



One of the Steer's companions noticed her comrades dilemma and makes a swing at the rider with her horns. Trefoil topples backwards to avoid getting gored rolling over the first Steer's head.



The Pronghorn smacks against the wall, he ducks just in time to avoid the Steer he was riding's charge. It hits the wall the two of their muzzles inches from each other. Trefoil quickly bucks his attacker in the bottom of the jaw stunning the creature.



The Steer stumbles back bumping into one of his companions but allowing room for the third to make a go at the Pronghorn.



Trefoil rolls and crouches just in time to get glanced by the attacking Steer's horn. Not missing the opportunity the Pronghorn rams his ebony horns into the Steer's side.



A feeling went up Trefoil's back, It was one of the intuition feelings he gets. The Pronghorn instinctively makes a dive under the bull as one of the other Steer charges slamming into his partner. Three bodies crashed through the barn's wall and tumbles down the hillside.



Chrysaor dodges a piece of falling debris causing her to fly low enough for the remaining Steer to make a swipe at the Pegasus with her horn. She hooks Chrysaor's leg and manages to pull the Pegasus down a few more inches.



Evry lashes out and bites the cow in the skull causing it to scream out and lash around violently tossing Chrysaor into the wall. The barn begins to tip over from the impact.



"Eek! I'm poisoned!" The cow shrieks.



"Hey! Evry is a good girl! I taught her not to envenomate people she bites," Chrysaor snaps indignantly then she shrugs, "Much."



The cow rolls her eyes in back of her head and collapses.



Trefoil crawls over the unconscious Steer as another one barrels down. He manages to jump out of the way as the two slabs of beef smack into each other.



One of the Steer recovers instantaneously and zeros in on Trefoil making a charge. The Pronghorn swiftly stomps on the ground flicking a stone in the air and with a quick motion hits the rock with one of his horns tossing the thing at the mad cow. The stone cracks against the charging animals skull, The Steer stumbles crashing and sliding across the ground as he passes out.



The next morning,



"And do not come back again!" Chrysaor snaps at the three Steer who was standing there in a neat row with a spaced out look on their faces. "You may go now!"



The three cattle did as they were told and turned away from the Pegasus and Pronghorn making a slow hypnotic track out into the open prairie.



Chrysaor turns to Trefoil, "Sir Trefoil, excuse me if I'm too bold, but I'm a little out of my element here, and is looking for a guide as I traveled this strange land." The Pegasus says to the Pronghorn.



"Are you asking me for help?" Trefoil asks.



"If you would," Chrysaor said trying to give darling eyes to the male, her suggestive pheromones didn't hurt.



"I-I I need to ask permission for my elder if I'm going to leave, if I can't I could always help find someone who can," The Pronghorn suggested.



"Then we shall get going," Chrysaor smirks a the two ungulates walks off into the direction of the rising sun.