The sound of hundreds of fired shots droned in his head. Blood and guts of dead soldiers have transformed the ground into a malicious slippery trap. Again and again he felt bodies stumbling against him. The screaming of the dying cut into his brain like lightning. Every now and then he heard a military leader barking his orders. Blood and sweat was sticking in his face and made his eyes and nostrils all dry and chappy. His left hind leg was aching where he has been struck by the enemy.
Suddenly he felt an additional weight - a bit less than his mistress’ – dragged onto his back and then heard the soft voice of his rider talking soothingly to the badly injured comrade she just saved.
This was hell on earth and he was right in the middle.

Yet Aphelion wasn’t afraid. No thoughts of flight or assigning dazed his mind.
All that counted now where the instructions of his mistress.

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Introducing Aphelion. (meaning)
He is a failed genetic experiment with a German sheperd dog and a wild boar. One day he went out of control, escaped from the lab and hid in the woods until Fupfel found him, took him home and tamed him.
Ever since Fupfel uses him as a mount in battle.
Aphelion can't run as fast as a normal average war horse but can focus much more on combat action and the orders of his mistress than any equine species.

Aphelion & Fupfel © by me