With a snort and an Angry swish of his tail me crushed the plants beneath his feet without regret, disgusted that they had hindered his passage through the woods. In the morning light he must have been quite a sight, golden white hair a~blaize in the morning shine, the rest of him colored like a night stalking demon. As if someone has topped a nightmare with angels hair and hooves, then gave him the devils temperment.
Saying he was a starteling blend of both of his parents would be saying the least. The unicorn narrowed his red eyes at his surroundeings, the red skull of his face shineing menaceingly as his horn glinted with a deadly shine.
Saying he was in a bad mood would be a lie, it was just simply the way he was. Even from a young age, when he thrashed his way out of his basket to the proud gaze of his parents, his foul temper was apperant.
