He was a ragged creature with dull eyes and pendulous lip.

No comb had been among the tangles of mane and tail for an unknown period; no brush had smoothed his coat.

It was once a rich red-chestnut, no doubt, but now it was sun-faded to the color of sand.
He was thin.

The unfleshed backbone and withers stood up painfully and she counted the ribs one by one.

Yet his body was not so broken as his spirit.