Malevolence.

That’s all that was in the great black beast. After the spider child had appeared and given her the gift of darkness, there was only the drive to spread it. Before, the giantess had been angry, she had been bitter, she’d been callous, and now all that was covered with what she’d never truly had: a malicious intent. Rhanna no longer hungered for grass or oats, the monster hungered for flesh. Rhanna no longer quenched her thirst with water, the monster thirsted for blood. The darkness that had taken her was bliss. This creature didn’t have the bitterness or the longing that she’d had before, this beast had only the instinct to infect, the drive to hunt, and the joy of the kill. Her insides had started to liquefy, and the oozed out at every hole; dripping from her mouth and seeping from where the bone had been exposed on her leg. As each of her heavy feet fell, flakes or skin and dull dusty hair fell from to the ground, leaving a light trail of decay in her wake

She walked in darkness. The hours of the night were numbered seeing as the moon had already sunk below the horizon, but the sun had yet to rise. The stars where the only sentinels that watched the monster as she stalked over the rocky foothill. She’d been drawn to the mountains, and the cold of the north; she’d been born in a place similar to it and even in this state she preferred the harsh environment. Her breath rattled through the fluid in her rages lungs before spewing fog into the air; a horrid death rattle. Dripping nostrils flared as she sucked in the scents around her, the icy air stung so sweetly and there it was...the scent...so sweet she almost sighed with the pleasure of it...

Blood.

The smell was faint, maybe a few hours old, but she wasn’t afraid of a long hunt. Massive hooves struck the ground as the monster picked up her pace; she altered her path, following the enticing smell. If there was something injured at the end of it, is would mean an easy mean, or perhaps it came from one of the equidae, and she would be able to give them the sweet gift that the little spider-child had given her. Her hunt didn’t take as long as she had expected and she spotted the source. A large white lump nearly glowed on the ground, from the distance it looked like the creature had already died. She slowed, disappointed, she might get a meal of it but killing was always the best part.

As she approached, milky white eyes caught the slow rise and fall of the barreled chest, and a wicked smile spread across the dead mare’s face, what fun! She approached the sleeping figure quietly, steps slow and careful of the ground so as not to wake her slumbering prey. A stallion, and a large one at that, nearly equal to her in size, and an icy-looking spear erupted from his head. Something somewhere in the monster’s memory made her lip curl in a sneer, but she couldn’t remember exactly why the horn bothered her. No matter, that darkness will purify him and make him beautiful. Another scent mingled with the stallions and the black beast peered down to see another little body cozied up to the first. That little morsel would be a great desert when she was finished with this beast.

She was standing over the stallion now, dripping maw hovering over his body as she decided where to bit first. She found the source of the blood: little pricks of it had dried up and down his leg. It was to much to resist. She lowed her mouth to lick the dried blood from around his knee. Delicious But this beast was for changing, not for eating… The monster lowered her forehead to the beasts shoulder, the long spines protruding from her face seeped venom as they made to pierce the muscled flesh. “The Darkness eats us all in the end, and your end is here.”