Post by Spine on Jul 6, 2006 22:44:53 GMT -5
Large, sharp hooves beat and churned the earth beneath them, yet the stallion wasted no effort. The bone-like fur of the demon before was blinding, and yet, dull, as if there was no life beneath it. Was there? Blood-red eyes scanned the empty land before them. He took in the scents of the terra, and comfirmed: There were no recent equines here. He was the first. And so, simply by leaving his toxic scent behind, the land was his. And any males who dared cross would be dead. The crossing of the unworthy was suicide. Best let challengers stand at the edge, and even so, t'would prevoke him. He was a being best left alone. His sole purpose was to carry out the wishes of the devil. Other than that... a death in Hell to him was better than any former life.
