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[Kokiru]

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Kokiru was riding Diablo, his frenzied ostard, swiftly through the forests, deeper than he had ever been before.

"That man said something about a special ostard deep in the forest," Kokiru said loudly, as if speaking to his ostard companions that ran beside him and Diablo.

They rode on untill a sharp sound cut through the still forest, halting the ostard pack so dead in their tracks, Kokiru was sent flying off Diablo forwards 10 feet, flipping once and landing on his back. His head had hit a smooth rock, knocking him unconscious.

When he woke, he was surrounded by a circle of ostards. Frenzied, desert, forest ostards of all colors and shapes. Kokiru didn't know what to do.

"Are.. are you mad at me for... riding ostards?" he asked a large frenzied ostard that was not one of his. A beautiful silver frenzied ostard stepped forward and look at him judgingly. The ostard kneeled down, as if to say, 'get on'.

Kokiru mounted this strange ostard, and the pack took off, deep into the wilderness, where Kokiru lived to the end of his days as a caretaker of injured ostards.

He couldn't have been happier.