Zain
The world around him is stagnant. Dull colors, mixed with unpleasants scents gives -the place he has helped rise- all the needed components of death. It is a blank space, with nothing that draws the eye. Unless you are one of them. Those who have pledged themselves to a cause much greater than themselves. Death. Destruction. Carnage.
He remembers looking across the landscape, a faint struggle is muffled in the space behind him. He hardly takes interest but the coppery tang of blood begins to seep into his nares. With a curious tilt he halts, turning just the slightest to where a rocky ledge shadows the beach below. The glow of his pitless eyes seek whatever, whoever, has begun to stain this land.
His muscles begin to flex and it is unnaturally seen by any who watches. Tendons flex and joints bend to move his body towards a bright hue tucked amongst the tumbleweed. He approaches at a steady pace and even if this stranger were to scare at his outward appearance he would not falter.
"What are you doing here?" His voice is rough but not unkind. Viewing what seemed to be a girl, plucked from the heavens, he stops just within reach of her. Turning his more normal sided profile to the filly, he waits for her explanation. This land was not forgiving and none faint of heart should find themselves within its borders...
@[Leokadia] OMG I swear I had responded to this!! I am sure my original post was way better but here is a second draft. SRY!
Possesses health transference
and may steal your health.