Keep dreaming
The checkered stallion made his way into the field, cautiously observing the vast expanse of white sea as he hauled himself hesitantly into a wide opening, he wasn't expecting the disease ridden lands to be this appealing, the snow glistened and formed delicate and attractive shapes, almost like a softened light show. The stallion then stationed his wings comofortably to his side, twitching them slightly as the cold overcame his numb body, this particular individual used to reside in warmer lands, never really having experienced the touch and feeling of cold snow, the stallion snorted uncomfortably as areas on his legs became drenched in cold sludge, he reassigned himself to a rockier part of the vicinity, slowly moving as his legs trembled, today he would rebirth into a cleaner and almost younger pristine version of himself, he could already feel the warmth overiding his brain as he walked. Rouhi now moved toward a small tree, he was still young and not fully used to the whole rebirthing course, he only knew that it would happen spontaneously, at any point he could suddenly combust into wild flames, knowing this the svelte male lowered himself quietly to the ground, creating a small crater beneath him, he knew the time was close.
For a few hours the stallion lay silently still, almost looking like he had frozen to death, but it was quite the opposite, the stallion was now rapidly increasing in heat, steam starting to rise from his tender body and disappearing into the cold air, he began to breathe more violently as he became piping hot, almost sizzling, he couldn't quite feel how hot he was but it was not comfortable in the slightest. The stallion stood upright as flames started to erupt from his hooves, usually quite a worrying sight for a normal horse, even he wasn't really quite used to it yet. Soon enough the horse was smothered in flames, feather-like images sprouting from his burning carcass as it dropped to the floor, spreading ashes over the white sludge, melting away the snow close to him to reveal the rocks beneath, the hot snow that had melted now departed into other piles of snow, the stallion was now a pile of grey ashes, surrounded by charred rocks and gravel, soon enough the ash began to sway as the breeze picked up in strength, again a flame sprouting from the pile as a new form violently emerged from inside the flame, a clean and blightless version of Rouhi stood silently, wings still forming by his side as she shook his body uncomfortably, usually this rebirthing caused quite a lot of damage but because of the snow it only lightly charred the rocks. Finally, Rouhi had rebirthed, it had been tormenting him for weeks now, not knowing when he would spontaneously combust into oblivion, but now that he was scarless and his wings were fully formed and without deformations, the stallion moved along enthusiastically, calling out to see if anyone was nearby, or if anyone had seen what had happened to his body.
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