Blood was wondering. Something he did quite often. On this fine night the stars were lighting his path. His hooves could be heard along the hard stone like path. A gentle breeze whispered past him. The tree's arms grew long and twisted. Mutilated corpses reaching out from all angels. They lay bare, their cold bark pealing thanks to the abuse it had to take from many years of animals, pecking away, climbing, gnawing to sharpen their teeth. Yet the trees forever will be their home, no matter how much pain it had to put up with to be such. The cold weather had stripped then from there flowers. The moonlight shining through to create sinister looking pattens. However Blood found tonight simply beautiful. Pretty things did not all have to be in the romantic scene. Some things that were beautiful could be twisted, like the claw like structures that lined the cold and barren path.
Blood was dressed. Much like any fine gentleman would be, his hat was sturdy and was decorated with dine and sweet smelling roses. The bow around his neck was made out a silk. It was very elaborate. As was he. Not many stallion were dressed as finely. Or had the upbringing to complement it. Blood from childhood had learned how to be what his father considered perfect, he was strong, he was handsome, he was brave and knew what it took to be a leader. Skills that came in handy every day of his life. The stallion was humming. A tune which was not happy, however not sad either, just something ire to go with the scene, a light mist seemed to have been forming around the ground. His steps echoing every so slightly as well as his deep voice. It was nights like these, the ones that would send a shiver up your spine, which he enjoyed the most.
Blood was a huge fan of ghost story's his father used to tell him then before he shut his crystal blue eyes and drifted off to the land of dreams and slumber. Blood stopped, he thought he heard something near by. He looked around, remaining calm and with a stern yet welcoming voice, he called out into the misty shadows. "Hello, if anyone is there. I would like to gaze upon who's face has graced me with there company."
Blood was dressed. Much like any fine gentleman would be, his hat was sturdy and was decorated with dine and sweet smelling roses. The bow around his neck was made out a silk. It was very elaborate. As was he. Not many stallion were dressed as finely. Or had the upbringing to complement it. Blood from childhood had learned how to be what his father considered perfect, he was strong, he was handsome, he was brave and knew what it took to be a leader. Skills that came in handy every day of his life. The stallion was humming. A tune which was not happy, however not sad either, just something ire to go with the scene, a light mist seemed to have been forming around the ground. His steps echoing every so slightly as well as his deep voice. It was nights like these, the ones that would send a shiver up your spine, which he enjoyed the most.
Blood was a huge fan of ghost story's his father used to tell him then before he shut his crystal blue eyes and drifted off to the land of dreams and slumber. Blood stopped, he thought he heard something near by. He looked around, remaining calm and with a stern yet welcoming voice, he called out into the misty shadows. "Hello, if anyone is there. I would like to gaze upon who's face has graced me with there company."
