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Tundra Great Deer
Immense horns stick out from under snow. A pronged velvet sharpened rack. A bramble of wicked points ready to gouge and pierce at a moments notice. Seven feet of pure rage and anger packed into a muscle form. Intense gold eyes that bore holes into souls.
The long thick shaggy coat pushes off the white plains chill. Thick enough to turn arrows and deflect blunt blows. The coarse hair has knotted and grown over daggers and blade heads. The hoofs like solid granite, creating deep furrows within the hard packed frosted dirt. Adapt at crushing armour, heads and steel.
Many the hunter has been buried underneath the foot. Long runners of the white lands. Kings of the eternal frosted grounds.
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