Yu Lin Bloodhawk and Sylvanas were not so contrary that they would ignore sound advice. Besides, Yu Lin Bloodhawk had only come here to test whether he could truly reshape a wild horse into a death warhorse. The matter of Calvera Ashpact had merely been an unexpected bonus. Now that they had finished the test, the two of them naturally left.
To be honest, Yu Lin Bloodhawk was not particularly satisfied with this experiment in reshaping a death warhorse. A good military horse did not need much self-awareness. It only needed to obey its rider's will.
A death knight could alter some aspects of a warhorse's appearance when reshaping it into a death warhorse, but Yu Lin Bloodhawk had not done so. It still looked like a clefthoof zebra. The only change was that, after shadow energy had invaded and reshaped it, the tigerlike stripes on its body had disappeared entirely, replaced by the blackish purple of pure shadow energy.
Normally, when he reshaped his mount with his own shadow energy, the energy infused into it came from him, making them two bodies sharing the same source. It should have felt an innate affinity for him, or at the very least, it should have had little self-awareness, like other death knights' death warhorses. Yet neither was true. Not only did it possess a strong sense of self, it had even tried to escape his control. If he had not hardened his heart and beaten it into submission, it would have been difficult to place his mark on it and make it obey his will completely.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk had never been able to understand why this had happened.
After stepping out of the Death Gate, they both put away their weapons. Yu Lin Bloodhawk held the death warhorse's reins in