Wind gusts against the skeletons hide threatening to push him over, well that is what some people thought when they first lay eyes on the deathly demon. He was too skinny to even be alive. Well here he is walking in the meadows not really knowing why he had come here or what his own business was. His breath came out in short soft puffs of vapor before his eyes as the Autumn wind promised the arrival of Winter, lets just say the stallion was not anywhere near ready for the brutally cold temperatures and the equally bipolar winds that strike you to the bone. He throws his head long black mane scattering about his grullo neck. Then his ears prick at the sound of agony. Who could be screaming? Why were they screaming? I could be some tortured soul whisking its way along the wind, that wasn't rare to hear the tortured spirits feeling their on going pain for eternity. The skeleton almost shrugged it off when he heard it again this time closer to his position.
"My my someone sounds upset"
He thought to himself as he made his way towards the piercing sound. It sounded feminine nothing from a stallion in pain more like a first time mother in the middle stages of labor. Yes, he has had his fair share of hearing women cry and moan in the midst of labor, it isn't his favorite sound in the world it annoyed him to no end. Then again he was slightly fucked up, he liked to see people in pain, if he was causing it or not.
The screams finally stopped to his dismay and he heard retched snot filled sobs coming from the embankment in-front of him. What is wrong with his equine? Why must they sound so pathetic? But he soon sighed as he saw a mare laying on her side crumpled up in pain and agony. Memories probably. They get to you some times. They can really fuck you up. He walked in the shadows observing the mare like a predator picking out its prey from a herd. She was pretty yes but he wasn't the type to force himself on the unsuspecting mare. That is only for those type of men. He watched the bronze mare get up, cough up some blood from her raw throat. Probably from all the screaming. He shook his head and glowing eyes watched her movements and a grin made its way on the mares face, not a pleasant one more like the grin Galazar had when he killed his parents and brother. He liked her already almost as fucked up as he was.
"My my. What do we have here"
The stallion said in his deep voice rough from disuse. He comes out of the shadows eyes glowing and glinting allowing her to peer into his world how fucked up is mind was as he gave her a wide grin his scared elongated mouth gaped and his fangs glinted in the sunlight
GALAZAR
I will be here when the wold ends