His coat does little to hide him here, the ghost stallion. If not for the damp haze he would have nothing to mask him. But then, why hide when your purpose now is to be seen. Be known. Ouija did not care for such a position. Blending with the darkness until something struck him as interesting. A toy. A game. A fun time. Then and only then would he slip from the shadows...
He had stopped to wait for him. The behemoth that had placed the collar around his neck. When the other had shown instead he grew anxious. His name slipping from ivory lips instead. Ears flicked to attention as a reference was made. Crimson eyes bore into his with matching flame. Lips curled as canines bared, "Yessss, Master. Where is the Keeper of demons?" His words hissed in his usual tongue, almost a soft whisper upon the stagnant air. "Take me to him so he can release me from my bonds," words persuasive in tone. He itched to be freed. To roam the darkened shadows. Like a hellhound to hunt down the weak and vulnerable...
OUIJA
Wanna Play a Game?