Why is the horse blue

Anondus stirs, Garlik licking his face.

He blinks several times, pushing himself off the ground, glancing around in a panic.

He's back in the forest, the mangy mutt of a hunting dog staring at him, panting.

"Oh fuck no-"

Anondus, the Royal Consort
Anondus practically launches upright, the blankets flying off of him in a cold sweat, panting. He feels his face--no dog drool. He looks around himself. A dark, candlelit bedroom of impressive stonework and high ceilings, with his Mistresses gorgeous artwork on the walls. Thick, double-coated curtains keep even the slightest hint of the sunlight out of the windows, to allow the Princess of the Night her fair sleep.

Beside him, the Blorse stirs, mumbling as she flits in and out of slumber from his movements.
"...mrm...is everything alright, our champion..?"

A big sigh of relief escapes Anondus, eyes roaming to the silver ring on his ring-finger, the radiant deep-blue gem sat atop it visible even in the dark.

The soft chill of the room brushes his bare skin, urging him to return to the warm comforts of a wife-warmed bed.

Wiping his face of sweat, he grabs the blankets, pulling them back up and over himself and his lover as he nestles back into the sizable royal bed.

Arms wrap around his fluffy Mistress, pulling her back into her little-spoon position, her wings softly rubbing his bare stomach. The ring on the base of her horn softly glints in the candlelight.
"Yeah, pretty damn good." He whispers back, kissing her behind the ear. She knickers softly, giggling, before nuzzling closer, sleep slowly returning to them both.

Fuck that Damn Dog.