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03-07-2013, 08:49 AM
Ebon tumbled back to the ground, more shocked than injured by his fall, as the mare limply rolled off of him and slid down the rain-slicked hill. What in the name of the Gods was going on? He staggered up, freeing himself from the heavy burden of her feathery wings. She was unconscious now, and he scowled. Great. Now he had to babysit. It was against his better judgment to stay, but he knew he couldn’t leave the mare-something had terrified her. And then he heard a snarl from behind him. Of course. He turned slowly, his ruby eyes glittering harshly in the eerie yellow glow of lightning. A shape-indistinct and shadowy, made mostly of sharp edges and corners-was slowly rising up out of the ground. A shadow? The thing slowly moved forward, and Ebon let a sadistic grin flicker across his face, just as another bolt of lightning struck-hitting a tree not too far off. It took all of his willpower to flinch-he knew he would have to act the part of a ghostly avenger because he was not in the mood to fight something. The creature let out a long, shuddering hiss, and was gone. A rumble shook the sky, and he slowly moved up to the top of the hill. All that he saw was the single, solitary blue flower was gone, a ragged clump of wounded earth in its stead. He laughed softly, and turned back to the mare. It was safer out here than in the forest, he knew that. And anyway, how was he supposed to move her?
