Enyalius hissed as he moved slowly through the shadows of the forest, drifting away from the swampy lands his small herd called home. If Typhoid wanted to go around with that half-ling wench than so be it, but if she dared think she could take what was his she would be sorely mistaken and might find herself on the receiving end of one of his notorious torture sessions. Enyalius grinned, a look of pure malice as he considered all the ways he could make the mare wish she had never laid eyes on his partner.
But, he couldn't act, no not yet, not unless she tried to weasel in where she didn't belong. Which meant just one thing, the kalona stallion was on the hunt for a toy.
He slipped easily through the shadows of the forest, almost melting into them to reappear seconds later.
He wasn't small like his mother, but Enya wasn't huge like his Nephew either. He was average height with well honed muscles hidden beneath his silky coat. If one saw him from a distance he almost looked more like a tall mare, but he had never cared he used it to his advantage more than not.
Slowly making his way into the less dense forest, he slowed his steps to an easy walk and gave up trying to slide into the dwindling shadows. Two-toned eyes watching everything, stallion or even a mare, the thought brought a shudder rolling down his spine, neither mattered at the moment he just wanted to watch a soul break and a body bleed for him.
