Steed of the Frayed Copse

Not content with simply spreading their influence through their environs, the few individuals who have made the darkened woodlands their home have taken to imbuing the denizens of the forest with power to better suit their own needs. This steed creaks and cracks like a swaying branch, its body and mane pulsing with a strange, lonesome energy. It is no weaker for its transformation, for it no longer tires or possesses desires of its own.