Lightning.
Crimson eyes beamed through the shadows, as the dancing electric spectacle reflected upon his obsidian armor. They were depressing anymore, the thunderstorms; they reminded him of a certain someone. The black demon missed her, that Lightning Queen. So many years have come between them, and often the beast was found lost in thought- did her thoughts drift to him as well? Was she even roaming this earth anymore? No. Lobes pinned against his rugged crown to the sound of thunder. Obsidian threads ripple upon the stallion’s thick crest as the winds carrying the smell of rain brushed through them like a fine comb. Nostrils flare, breathing deep nature’s chemicals. It was sweet, refreshing, and heartbreaking. Cranium lifted slightly, as the rumbling continued in the distance. It was truly beautiful, and so was Querida.

After what only felt like moments to the stallion, just as quickly as it came the lightning storm was gone. Thick humid climate was returning restricting his lungs; drying the tongue and causing a light sweat to bead upon his rump as he marched through the changing terrain. Lost in thought he really didn’t take the time to notice, or even care where he was wandering off too. For years, he had chosen to live alone. For a herd animal, that is a little rough- especially when it comes to age. His body had been roughed up over the years; scars coat his body like rivers drawn on a map. They were stories, battle scars; each unique to their own victory and even defeat. Daggers still sharp and healthy, they are a key tool to surviving this world. His bones do ache from time to time from torn and healed muscles. The two toned demon does not consider himself old just yet; but he knows he’s getting there.

Stumbling upon a wooded tree line, the beast staggers in. Breathing deep the cooler air in the shade, as his pace slows to recover from the suns unforgiving rays. He was tired of running, tired of searching for unicorns that seemed to no longer exist. What had become of his children? He would be lucky if some of them would even remember him now. Sigh. Nato elevated his head, pausing for a moment within the twisted pine for a breath, to listen and take in the forest around him. He remained still, hooves picking up vibrations in the earth from others moving about. Deer perhaps, he had not seen another equine in years... let alone another unicorn. But something about this place… felt... right.

Black spiral sword flashed against the sun beams as they danced though the forest, the pollen glittering as it passed through the light and into the shadows again. With elegance, the stag shook his crown and continued deeper into the forest with caution. He had lost his magic, after the fallout back home. There was no more vanishing act, no more forest fires at his command. He was just a warrior now, with a lot of emotional build up and hate for the mistakes made. Movement seized to the sound of a voice. He couldn’t make out what was said, but he could hear the tone. Crimson optics scan around slowly, searching for the source of this… voice. Intrigued, the death knight pulled forth into an alert forward motion. Lobes faced at attention upon his crown, before flattening against his skull, becoming hidden in his midnight weaves.

Slowly, his steps fell silent, whipcord rippling behind his masculine haunches as he stands frozen, dumbfounded by what he has seen. Shaking his head violently, he tried to refocus upon the pair of equine before him. Seemingly ignoring the young colt, and glued to the silver mare. Five long years of hunting for his family, was this her? Could it be her? A deep grunt pushed through his nostrils as he moved closer to the duo. The beast stood, and carried himself as if he owned the place. (Because in his mind, he always would.) There was always that chance that it could be her, his love – Querida. He just had to know. Daggers fall with caution upon the uneven forest floor; as he breathed deep. Seizing his motions, and elevating his sword to the sky; crimson eyes glared with enchantment upon this maiden.

"Lightning Queen?." He stood still, unwavering to his surroundings. Why didn’t he ask for her by name? Because, well.. if he is wrong; he’ll look less like an idiot. Thoughts trailed to the younger stallion standing just a ways off. His eyes a piercing blue, his flank stained in the color of blood. Lucky for the child, he had a sharpened weapon upon his skull. Audits turned back against his obsidian crown his violent eyes turned to the child. What?