Zain
From his cavern in the craggy mountains of Beqanna he had watched the fall and rise of the lands. Never mourning the losses, never elated by the gains-except of course when Pangea arose from the depths, again-. He had played his part long ago in the plague. He had honored his God, the one true God, Carnage. For his loyalty he had been bestowed unimaginable gifts. He knew that one day the land of the heathens would rise, and he would be here to see to it She never sank again.
"Finally," blackened lips smeared into a devilish grin as his body stepped onto the deserted lands. Well, what was left of his body. Framents of tawny flesh hung from bone exposed to the elements. A foul odor hung in the air, his nostrils flared as he drunk it in, "home sweet home," he choked. The dreadlocks of what was left of his mane and tail hung stiff in the stagnant air. The large stallion had hidden himself for a time, waiting for the opportune moment to make his existence known.
It was much as he remembered; dry and desolate. Ruby eyes scanned over the broken landscape with much pleasure. Vultures circled silently overhead searching for a meal to be had. With each step into the interior his hooves pressed indentations into the cracked clay. An announcement to any who may be lingering in the lands that he had arrived.
What was his purpose here?
Only time would tell, but for now he was just to exist in Her glory. To exist though he had to feed. It had been ages since he had taken from another. After the fall of Xenos -his cult- he had whisked himself away from the inhabitants. Sulking one might claim; preparation more like it. He did not hide himself now and wondered just how long it would be before another showed.
An unsuspecting victim.
A meal.
Pardon my rust but I haven't written in a few. Feel free to happen upon my zombie health sucking boy
Possesses health transference
and may steal your health.