The smoke was irrgual and short spaced, the crunch of leaves was audible between the heavy snorts if you listened carefully enough. And through the growing darkness one hauntingly green eye rolled around in it's socket, pupil narrowed, it scanned from left to right, right to left. A loud crack broke the stomping and snorts before a shrieking call was thrown out to all sides. Filled with desparation it travelled through the woodlands, attracting the wrong type of company. The rustling of leaves picked up, and it wasn't simply because of the stallion who moved restlessly around. Pants and snarls travelled through the cold air, it was like a whip had snapped on the tense body as muscles tightened and sweat rolled. His copper coloured coat glinted in the sparse light that the moon reflected down, but his neck was matted. The stallion with the striking green eye was trapped by vines who looped over his face forcefully shutting his right eye. Due to panic he had tangled himself more, and it was pressing down on his skin, rubbing the fur away and leaving the skin exposed. What had started as an innocent rub to try and get rid of some bugs had resulted with a nightmare. The snorts grew louder, and his long tail swished through the undergrowth while hooves stomped loudly. He was panicking there he threw his head back and forth, his most vital weapon useless. No one in their right minds with their instincts intact would come to the rescue. His thrasing movements kept the predators at bay. But he sensed their plan, waiting till he got too exhausted to put up a fight until they would strike. Snorts of despair and frustration continued until the brink of dawn. But even this paniced stallion who measured high off of the ground wasn't invincible. With the brink of dawn his eye was dully moving around, his breathing raspy and his coat soaked. The willpower in him was draining, and soon his body was slumped down and his eye closed, hiding the emerald. But he refused to lie down. He was not going to give them such an easy advantage.
His ears perked up at the sound of soft padding through the undergrowth, his body tensed up, the sound was coming from the right, the side he was blinded on. Even with feeling completely drained his heart sped up and his body made one last attempt at releasing the adrenaline his left eye going wild trying to catch a glimpse of whoever was coming closer, and closer.
Note:
The origin of Dyre's dextrophobia.
He survived in the end, but the fear he went through that night stayed with him, never letting go