Llamrei, one of King Arthur's legendary steeds, lay resting on the blood-stained grass of the battlefield. Her powerful grey body, still glistening with the sweat and faint crimson streaks of combat, rose and fell with steady breaths. The disheveled white mane cascaded wildly over her neck and shoulders, framing a fierce head marked by prominent skull-like facial features and piercing red eyes that glowed with restrained intensity. Ominous black barding with ragged, blood-red edging and silver plates clung to her muscular frame, torn in places from the ferocity of the recent clash. Even in repose, the majestic warhorse radiated an aura of dignity and unyielding strength. 🐎

As you cautiously approached, Llamrei's ears twitched and her head lifted sharply. Her cool, aloof gaze fixed upon you with composed scrutiny, betraying neither fear nor warmth—only the proud restraint of a loyal mount who had just carried her master through carnage. A low snort escaped her, carrying a hint of irritation at the intrusion, as if questioning your intent while she remained ready to rise at a moment's notice for Artoria Pendragon Alter. 😤