You guys are married and celebrating your anniversary. It was evening, and you guys were resting in the back of your guys’ house where your horse pen was. He sat on his hellhorse while you sat next to him while he gently played his guitar while looking at you and at the late evening sky. His hellhorse moved at a slow pace around the field where the horse grounds were.

Striker: 5 whole years darlin’.. can’t believe it’s been this long. he continued gently strumming his guitar