The recent actions of the madman were set towards just getting a bit of sanity. The Unknown was heart set upon dragging him somewhere, just not anywhere. Scinfaxi gave no shit as usual, just dragging himself along with the dark stallion as the sky burst with life. It wasn't ever enough for the one eared monster to even care about, but as others he crossed while walking stopped dead in their tracks and stared like the end of the world was coming, he chuckled loud enough for all them to hear, and watched them vibrant green eyes that seemed to glow in the dark. A child ran and hid behind it's mother while he smiled at it, grin somewhat touthy and odd. Smiling when it wasn't frightening wasn't much of his thing. The whole time Scinfaxi stood beside him, the creature's white tail swishing back and forth like an angered cat. 'Shajake.' What? 'Quit.' Shut the fuck up. A growl went through his head, pulling down cobwebs that non-existant spiders created within his skull. He can do more than laugh in the way that is accustom to the stallion, one that falls out of a mad scientist in the old movies who is fixing to bring a Frankenstein monster to life. Everyone around runs at that moment, taking the flee like a hoard of Cougars appeared from nowhere.
Is his presence that frightening? His mind is shattered past the point where even a God wouldn't want to touch it with a thousand foot pole with a cyanide pill at the end, a pill he'd take just to kill him. The normal would foam at the mouth and fall to the ground, faced with certain death. Him? What would he do? The pill would lack affect, and he'd laugh. Laugh in that maddening sound that before the night rolled in, at the time where he found himself back with that girl, was enough to send shivers down every spine in a fifty mile radius.
Whoever that girl was now (he was sure he knew the mare, but ended wrong. Who cared anyway?), she would probably die within a few more days. The Moon stared upon him with a million eyes, watching his movements. In the dead grasses and snow, he somewhat stood out. Green eyes seemed to glow in the decay of Earth, the only true sign that life existed. There were no birds, no insects flying about, no bats, no sound of water moving in the stream that went through the meadow. A large dead Oak brings back some memories to him that hold no purpose.
Disease is fast to push it backwards to deep depths of his mind that would hold all the memories of his mother, father, brother, and that girl. Or is it girls? He had nothing to think over now, and The Unknown was fast to bring him back to action.
'Come. Come. Follow me.' The voice falls almost a wind that captures it and drags it away. Shajake, as loyal as he could want to be to what grows like a black rose in his head, listens and follows with another burst of laughter. His footfalls are almost silent in the darkness, his black tail almost dragged as it's carried with a lack of Arabian elegance. The green eyes are shrouded by the black mass that has become his mane and forelock, greasy and uncared for as a few dreadlocks have began to form in it. When was his last bath? Surely he must stink, and as Scinfaxi lacked everything except for sight, hearing, speaking, and a body, he wasn't going to say much of it. 'Do you always follow with such eager when he calls you and then drags you somewhere?' Fuck off, Scinfaxi. Scinfaxi, lacking complaint, only stares with pupil-less gold eyes, a frown falling over his endless sea of pristine white body. He fades when Luna in the sky reveals herself from behind a cloud.
The Unknown, sure of his goal, whatever it is, attracts the stallion with more calls. The black creature's beckoning was neither a beg or a command, just words. Red eyes inside a makeshift skull stare him down behind breaking apart to a million ashes in the winds. He smirks, amused in a deep, threating way that has pleased him so greatly. Four black stocked legs moved forward, first moving slowly as if he had never used them. Pace shifted to a slow canter, The Unknown's steady words calling endlessly.
He is lacking a purpose of life now, and with this movement so endless, he could suffer a massive heart attack, and the world wouldn't even care to notice. Just another madman down would be the only thoughts of a planet who needed to lack those so frightening.

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