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Demon trudged under the moonlit sky, the stars above him winked and twinkled their encouragement. A nightly predator who fit in perfectly, his brown pelt appearing darker with the lack of light, the only thing on him that stood out was his shining eyes. They twinkled like two earth bound stars. The chains around his legs clanked and jingled, the only warning he gave to those around him. He enjoyed hearing the scampering of little paws, claws, and squeeks as they fled from him. It was.... an ego boost of sorts. After all, it was his reputation that they feared, the aura of his Kalona blood. They were wise to run.

Of course, that didn't mean that Demon wanted everyone to run. He needed an excuse to try his new Black Magic out after all, afterall his teacher had told him to practise... practise.... practise! Only then would he be able to adapt his skills to the task, to know exactly what level of concentration was needed, to see what results would develop from his curse. He licked his lips, the extended fangs hungry for action.... perhaps tonight would yeild more results for his little experiment?

Demon's eyes scanned the area, it was quite, he suspected to most it would be considered eerie but this was normal to him. That was until.... he heard the words; 'stupid ace'. His attention turned immediately in the direction of the foriegn sound. It didn't take him long to locate it, took even less time for him to run towards it. He slowed to a lesiurely pace as he saw a bright red figure in the distance. Interesting..... it seemed Fate had provided him with a target after all.

Cocking an eyebrow at his latest prey Demon decided he would toy with the slightly as he gained his focus. He needed to concentrate for his magic.... and he was in no rush. Since his target was grounded he knew it would be easy for him to pursue her should she try to flee.

With a slight purr lingering in his voice he spoke; "My my.... what is such a pretty, delicate thing doing alone at this time....." He tutted, the noise clucking on his tongue as he watched her.

Demon grinned, a smile that lifted his lips up to reveal his four extended fangs and his pearly white teeth. Part of him wished that they were still dripping with blood, but he was far to clean to remain dirty for too long.... it was far either to hunt someone without the taint of iron blood giving away his location.... and oh, how Demon loved the hunt.

He raised an eyebrow, merely entertaining her for a moment while he contemplated his next move. "Awww... but my dear, is it not the duty of a stallion to check on a mare?" Of course, what he wanted to do was not protect her... no... he wanted to kill her, or at the very least test his black magic on her.

His forked tail swayed menacingly behind him as he watched her like the true predator he was, he noted her movements, the steady up and down of her chest with each breath she took; he even watched the steady pulse of her heart.... Demon only hoped he would soon see it race as she panicked for her life. It was always interesting to see how one reacted when faced with the possibility of death. Some cried, others begged and bargained, some tried to fight it. Yet the fact remained, death would visit all one day, the when and the how was all that was left unknown.

Feeling far more focused he tried to concentrate, the steady pulse in her neck aiding his task. Thump thump.... thump thump.... He did as his tutor had taught him, think about what you want, force your conscious will into their blood. Illness would follow, and next would be death. Slow and painful. The agony of disease. The real curse of a Kalona.

Demon felt a wave of magic ripple through his body, he felt powerful and dangerous, a growl of ecstasy escaping his scarred and battered body, his eyes closing automatically... for a moment at least. It was with that feeling of euphoria that Demon knew that his magic had left him, his training and previous encounters had taught him that the effects varied... and the healthier the immune system the slower the effects. It was part of the reason why he often fought his opponants, his attacks often caused injuries and increased the heartrate... delivering the deadly power faster. Still, Demon needed to be patient, he needed to know how long his power took on a healthy and unharmed creature. After all, such knowlegde may come in handy in the future. Demon could feel in his blood that something was coming.... something big, maybe even bigger than he was, and he needed to be ready for it.

Opening his eyes once more he licked his lips, he could wait, he could be patient.... after all, these were both skills that any good hunter needed, and Demon was a great hunter. He smiled, the movement making his eyes narrow to a white glow that seemed to erase his pupils completely. He purred a little, the naivity of the mare did nothing to dampen his mood.... after all, he couldn't wait to show her otherwise. "Ah but my dear..... who said that I wanted to take care of you?" He paused for effect, "Perhaps I am simply here to play with my food?" He laughed, a menacing and demonic sound that echoed in the emptiness around them.

Demon found that simply observing was the hardest thing he had ever done, part of him raged within him to take action.... to attack, to bite, to eat. Yet he resisted, a testiment to his purpose. After all he was willing to wait.

He stepped forward, his glowing eyes narrowing to little more than slits. "Now now my dear, do you really believe that....?" He licked his lips, taking a moment to 'examine' his food. It was an action done more to intimidate her than to actually 'check her out'. Yet as he did he noticed something.... her legs were wobbling?!

He grinned, there were two reasons for such a reaction. One, she was scared and simply trying to hide it with her brash attitude and words. Two, his black magic was starting to take hold. Either way Demon was strangely pleased with himself. He rather enjoyed watching the effect he had on others, some tried to act brave despite their fear, others simply wet themselves, some -and there were only a few- tried to stand up against him.... a hatred for his kind fueling them. Yet the darkness that was the Kalona way was being tainted. Too few pure Kalona's actually acted like such, showing mercy and weakness at every turn.... choicing, he almost shivered at the mere thought, peace over violence. Yet Demon knew the truth, a life lived without testing yourself, without proving you are worthy of the breath you take was not a life. He would gladly lie down his life to a worthy opponant, to someone who best him. It was simply the way of the Kalona.

Her reaction however started him remembering something else..... the last mare he had used his black magic on had also started with shaky legs, before they stumbled to the ground shaking and sweating. Yet in stallions it had acted differently... one was left blind, another screamed in agony. Was their a difference to how it effected mares and stallions? Was it some how more aggressive in stallions? Curious. Demon all but purred over the revealation.

Demon smiled, the move pulling the lips over his extended fangs making it appear more as a snarl.... but the fact was he was pleased. What had started off slow, just some shaking that he supposed could have been put down to fear now seemed to develop into more. Coughing and wobbling so intense that Demon was sure the mare would fall to the ground at any moment. He knew the signs of disease when he saw them, and hoped that now the alliement had gripped the mare that it would be over soon.

"Foolish mare.... any other day I might actually appreciate your fool hardy courage. But today is not such a day." He purred each word, a habit he had inherited from his mother -a creature who Demon had often saw as more feline than anything else.

It was hard not to bend to his growing need to attack while she was weak, but he reminded himself he had to remain patient... this was research after all. Though he had to admit that he rather liked the idea of leaving her in agony, to die from the disease while he walked away completely unharmed. The grin on his face widened. What an interesting day this was turning out to be.