G'reth's Fate

[Crotch]

‘Twas early morn, the God Sol had yet to reach high over the mountains. Gloomy collections of moisture, otherwise known as clouds, hung heavy in the atmosphere; he loped quietly, his daggers pounding hard against the frozen topography – his glorious banner flied high behind him, flicking e’ry so often out of habit. Twin pinnacles swiveled around atop his head, and he took his surroundings in carefully with his deep, chocolate orbs. The great behemoth soon spied two lovely vixens having a conversation and he cantered over to them and whinnied in greeting. “Salutations, my name is Crotch, and what might I call the fairest of maidens?”