Late Winter, Year 767 of the New Age
Glenmore, Outside Haven
Ru had realised too late that the Glenmore’s antlers were about to connect with his head, and barely had chance to pull his head back slightly, deflecting the worst of the impact to his cheek rather than his neck and skull. The blow still sent him flying, though, and he was unconscious before he hit the ground.
When he came to he knew something was wrong; he could see only out of his right eye, but only barely. His whole face was drenched in blood, but he barely had time to register it before a wave of pain washed through his body, centred around the cheek and eye that - unknown to him - had crumpled under the force of the blow.
A pale, angelic figure was at his side almost immediately, tears streaming down her pretty face. Esmae. Ru tried to comfort her, but his mouth refused to work, and all he could taste was blood. She urged him to his feet, half-dragging him by his mane in her desperation to move him