"Duir fell down beside her beloved stallion Atranio, the horse that had helped her win so many battles, and saved her so many times. His breathing was heavy and his blood covered the mud under him. She laid her white hand on his gray neck and whispered in his ear: "Farewell my dear friend". He used his last strenght to lift his head and give her a last glance, before he took his last deep breath and died." A colored sketch I did some time ago now, that I some day will draw better with a background.