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09-14-2013, 10:54 PM
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Summoned by the sacrifice, drawn to the scent of blood, came a shadow, expanding in size, whispering softly, chuckling, and then materializing- a monstrous beast, a horse with a skull on his face, like that of Confutatis' sire but covered in bones, bones that hang from his mane and tail and rattle as he moves forward, silently, with hooded eyes cold with interest. His voice is an ugly rasp, and blood drips sullenly from a gaping wound at his throat which exposes his windpipe. "Child," he groans, and he plunges his head into the foal, devouring it, drinking every last drop of hot blood, and then he stands, quivering with quiet joy. "Thank you for the feast, Queen of Skulls," He sighs, extending his bloodied muzzle to her. From his bones falls an egg, coal black and small, and with a single huge hoof he rolls it towards her. "Guard the little monster well, and it will repay you many times," he tells her, with an echo of a smile on his cruel face, and then he withdraws, leaving only the bones of the foal stripped bares and the air stinking of decay. [Using Wanderer's plain non-specific companion prize] |
