Young Stallion walks what feels like empty halls. his constant companion and only friend trails behind, but her steps are delicate, her gaze is wary. The pair do not belong here, not so soon after Knox's quest to blind. What a capacity it has; to hinder before the kill, to hide from one the most gruesome tragedy of their life, to conceal the face of the killer. What he has done with his magic was wretched and foul, but what he has done to others... that is his greatest sin.

He still feels the thick coating of blood over some parts of his body. He has not washed since the murder, has not felt the need. Cleansing himself in body will not cleanse his mind. He is impure, he has been ever since drinking his own father's blood. He is not entirely himself, he feels as if he is a beast possessed. Possessed by the past, by its manifestations in his mind and action.

Has the curse of a soulless beast carried on in him? No, he has a soul. A hidden one, one that lies quiet in its deep, pitch, and rank cell. It is a compliant prisoner, one that has long since ceased to dream of escape. It rattles in the chest of a monster, discontented but too tired to show it.

Manhattan scouts ahead reluctantly, wanting to protect her master but also fearing for her own life. The bond between them is shattered for a time by some unknown force, and it leaves a hole where her dear stallion had once resided. She fears she is losing him ever still as his eyes glaze over with a blessed blindness and he overtakes her as he walks slowly towards the shrine of the Moon. The wicked sister of the gods that Manhattan suspects of foul play; the one he has chosen to love.

The night air plays across their figures and toys with the stallion's mane, which grows long and wild. He does not speak, he waits. Waits with his only friend resting beside him, yet still alone.

[[Knox seeks: Dark Magic | The ability to shapeshift into his ancestors using the magic in his bridle. His bridle would turn black upon usage, and he could shapeshift into any that once wore it, which includes the stallions on his father's side for generations. The shift is painful at first, and the longer he occupies one form, the more painful it is to leave it. He retains his own consciousness no matter what form he is in. As the bridle is the center of his power, should it be removed, the power would weaken to a flickering illusion overlaid over his own form until he can put it back on.(Optional/Editable)]]