Zain
He wanders, on the edge of insanity, these days. There were few things here he hadn't seen. Even fewer he hadn't tried to destroy. But as one plant met its demise, his mother was quick to repair it.
Fucking A-NNOY-ING!
The winter hadn't touched much of Tephra but with spring came teensy flowers and he despised flowers. They were so pretty and girly and cutesy. PUKE! He finds such a flower and stomps his hoof atop it with a cackle. "Die flower, DIE! Mwahhahhha," he chants with a mischievous grin and glowing demon eyes. Quickly he spots another, and another, and another, "Gods! They are reproducing." He says reproducing like he really knows what it means. Only a yearling though, he knows very little about such things.
With a wrinkle of his muzzle in disgust, he re-examines the travesty before him... "Well now... We can't have that now can we," he says, almost matter-of-a-fact like. The wheels in his mind begin turning and soon death seeps from his hooves. The poison dries all the fodder around him to a crisp, along with it the once colorful flora dims as well.
Death is a beautiful thing...
Satisfied with his new patch of dust, his head rises. Fiery eyes finding movement not far off in the field, something blackish with blueish tips. This is one such thing he has never seen before, so he approaches bravely. Whoever it was, was smaller than him and so he does not fear them. His voice calls out, "Hey you! Kid... What you doing out here all alone?" He finally is close enough to see it for what it was, a foal, not more than a few weeks old. His mottled face tilts as he looks to the child's activities. Strange. Is his first thought. I like it! His second and last...
@[Beetlejuice] In case its not clear and Italic is just his thoughts
Possesses health transference
and may steal your health.