The Devil Cries
All through the night

The dark ebony stallion had just been to the World's Edge and was still waiting to be accepted and figured what better way to prove himself? He had been kindly welcomed by Thor and even though he wasn't one to be thankful, he was very thankful for Thor's generosity towards him, for he surely did not deserve anything of what Thor did. Thor had kept a calm demeanor towards the rude stallion, even through his snappy remarks. Duch wasn't used to this whole "herd" thing but he might as well get used to it.

It had not been to long since Duch had been in the threshold where he had met Thor and Hector. He took a liking to Thor almost right away. but his position on Hector remained unscathed, he hated him just like he hated everyone else. The way the larger stallion had spoken to him didn't help either, but that was a while ago, no reason dwelling in the past right? Wrong. That was the reason Duch was the way he was, his past haunted him like dreams, though he was still awake. Haunting memories of his fathers face, and all that blood that covered his mother. And who could forget his one and only love? Nova, a snowy mare of pure beauty. Duch had found life again once upon a time, shone past his evil shell and revealed his soft core, but now his coating was thicker than ever. His heart grew colder as the days went on. His memories and flashbacks increased. Most would say he was on the verge of insanity, but Duch kept himself right on the line.

He found himself looking at a mare, she had odd coloring, but it intrigued the dark stallion. She had beautiful stripes that covered her body. They were teal and dark purple from what he could tell from the remaining sunlight. He smirked as he grew closer. The increasingly setting sun made him almost invisible except for his face. He was like a ghoul in the night. He thrived in the dark. What better time to be out for an evil stallion?

He could tell the mare knew of his precence, she was smart, and obviously knew something or another about protecting herself, but this didn't weer the stallion off his path. He followed her close behind before quickening his pace off to the side of her. His steps werent silent, but in the dark he was invisible. He stepped out infront of the mare and smirked ever so slightly. His head low, looking up at her with his cold heartless eyes with no depth.

Well hello there miss he said raising his head ever so slightly to look her in the eyes. He smiled this time. It wasn't a comforting smile but more of one showing that he meant no harm, well, partially. Dúchanar was all he said, another soft smirk creeping over his lips.