Persephonix was thoroughly one thing right now.
PISSED.
He stormed through the bushes and the trees in the darkening forest, his breathing hard and relentless. The chilly air showed his hard breathing, the puffs of breath diappating into the air. His icey eyes were hard, his cloven hooves stomping the ground and destroying any small life in their path. Anyone with brains would stay clear away from him.
Not that there was anyone around!
An old fool, a while away, told him that he had spotted a mare that looked just like him in the region. Of course, with a little persuasion he did, but there was news of the rat of his sister nontheless. But he had scoured the area here for the day, and he had spent a few days trekking to this forest. His sister was nowhere to be seen... And not only her, but anyone! It was desolate! He had been sent on a wild goose chase, and anyone who came within his field of vision was surely a dead horse.
"Fool!" He growled at himself, his lips pulled into a fierece snarl. He couldn't believe how foolish he had been to listen to the old lesser whom hehad put out of his misery (or out of his own annoyance and hate for lessers.)