Zain
I'd give my life for them
The words echo in his ears, casting a grin on his hideous face. "Excellent," he hisses. He pulls the dark magic that was twisted around the mare and colt, gauging them from returning just yet. The sinister shadowed fingers wrap around the stallion's throat, plucking the strings of life from his body. It drains slowly so he may catch glimpses of movement in the mare. Showing the brown stallion what he wished to see, the life returning to the ones he loved. Love was such a trivial emotion. It blinded us and stole all reasoning within our minds. Little did he realize what was really transpiring here, but minor details. He had tasted the powers within the mare and his son. Knew they fought desperately to return. The undead thing chuckles sinisterly as the warmth he steals from the stallion fills his body. Repairing years of damage done. "Thank you my friend," he whispers as the stallion begins to crumble to the ground, "I will take good care of them, don't you worry."
As the stallion's body goes limp, he releases his hold on them all. The feathered mare stirs, blinking those navy-blue eyes. "Good morning beautiful," he says in a honey smooth voice. He steps over the pile of flesh and bone that was once her lover. Nearing the mare who now lays upright, dazed from the whole ordeal, he hears her mutter words as she looks around. He moves over to the filly now standing sprawl legged. He smiles a genuine smile, bringing his muzzle to touch hers.
More words come from the mare as he moves over to the colt. He is cold and wet, barely viable but something is happening. The burn marks he bares slowly lessen. New fresh pink skin emerges and begins patching the colts hide. Very interesting, he thinks with a grin. He reaches down to graze his muzzle along the new flesh, it is warm to the touch now. He is in the midst of bonding with his offspring when hooves collide with his side. His ears pin as his head is uplifted abruptly in response to the blow. His head snakes out to rake teeth against his attackers hide. Get away from them! The mare shouts. He side steps, ears still pinned, and teeth barred. Jack! No Jack! What did you do to him?! She calls desperately trying to awaken him. "He made his choice," his words, laced with venom, spit at the hostile mare. "He wished to die for you," he adds, "I was simply obliging to his request. The vessel if you will." The smirk returns to the undead thing, "Now that that is out of the way... Can we talk civility about our children?" He glances to the filly stumbling about, "I saved your life and all I want is to be a part of theirs. I don't think that is too much to ask." Despite his outward appearance he was not a complete monster. Did he really have to kill her companion to save them, no. Minor details...
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AuroraElis
Possesses health transference
and may steal your health.