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Phobia walked slowly but deliberately along the riverbank. It was hard work walking blindfolded, but he'd found a way around it. His eyes were no good in such bright sunlight, but at the same time it got so boring spending his days in the deepest, darkest parts of the forest. He wasn't the most edible thing around anyway, at least as far as looks went, and that was fine with him. With the exception of unruly skinwalkers, he expected few to pick fights with him. He had Kalona blood, after all.

His ears flicked at the sound of splashing. A defenseless, drowning mare perhaps? The bubbling of the final breath escaping them was fascinating. He'd drowned a mare once just to see it. It was quite simple to kill things here; there was almost an equation to it. The mares outside of the deep of the forest were so trusting, and their existence was almost an invitation to end them. The one in particular he had done in was by most standards pretty - especially with the way her mane waved in the water as he forcefully held her head down in the silt with a hoof. Even more beautiful were her large, amber eyes as they bulged in horror at the realization of her mortality rushing to meet her there. It was like a poem waiting to be composed.

He shifted his hooves. One dug into dirt, the other into the softer, wetter ground that made up the riverbank. Carefully, he moved in the direction of the river, a slight smile playing on his face.

As soon as his hooves had become wet he stopped. Head tilted down slightly, he could just see over the edge of his blindfold. The water glistened painfully to his eyes. He couldn't look another moment longer, so it was quite lucky he spotted the colorful creature that produced the splashes. Unlike a drowning mare, this horse had fins and a tail and an awful lot more scales than most horses. He'd never seen anything like it. Unfortunately it was doubtful something that so desperately wanted to look like a fish would die of a couple lungfuls of water.

There were always other ways of disposing of hapless innocents, luckily.

"The river is nice, isn't it?" he called to her, folding his wings. The same thoughtless smile stayed on his face. "A shame it's become so dangerous to be out alone around here."