Teeth gnashed against one another, woefully absent of unicorn meat, before sinking against a pillar of ice. Deep gouges rusted against its sides as the demon's fangs carved into the protruding spire that rose from the earth as if a unicorn titan dwelled beneath the husks of soil and mud. The magnitude of the force lifted all his hooves from the ground, his body rising with the glittering sword which had driven through his lower jaw and out between his eyes, almost knocking his own tower from his face.

Öde yelped, the cry a shrill tune of agony strummed from the dischords of some mechanism in hell. It did not take long for the wolf-colt to reunite with the land however, his nose splitting and shriveling away from the icicle with a hiss. A smear of black residue contrasted against the pristine organism of magic, the burned flesh of the demon like a stain of boiled tar.

On the ground Öde shook himself back into health, vibrant violet dripping from his wound as his face hung half torn from his skull. He leered after the galloping horse while his hide knitted back together in a wash of bloated steam that was rich in monochrome hues and tainted with sulfur and carbon dioxide. Where his skin met again a rigid line swelled up; white and bulbous like pockets of pus.

"Ow," he growled, the word barely audible amid the chaos of noise that tumbled from his chest.
His hooves shoved off the dirt and he was running again, stuttering in and out of sight as he fought to retain his mortal movement, wishing to savor the joy of hunting this prey down with his own might. Even so, he ran faster than his legs ought to have been able to, faster than Mauja's could ever manage.

It was then, as Öde was gaining upon the Frostheart, that the mare appeared like a hopeful flare on a bleak night; a single star trying to shine through the dark. Öde smiled as he looked upon her, the movement of his lips tickling against his shoulders. He shoved against the ground suddenly, his legs folding beneath themselves with a popping of bones and another wash of bile and vapor. He broke broke towards her, literally, disregarding his craving for a popsicle and choosing to pluck this nightingale instead.

His jaws opened like a black hole, reaching to grab and tear through her midsection as he pulled alongside her, saliva whipping from his teeth like silver ropes. "HUNGRY!"