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Demon was.... pleased. He had finally managed to use Black Magic, listening to all the ramblings of Alti had paid off. With a smug grin he recalled the incident where he had actually left a unicorn blind! Ok.... so it wasn't dead, but it was a start.... all he needed now was.... another victum!

He looked to the sky, he had always prefered night, it was probably because Lana'thel -the mistress who tried to keep him as a pet- could not go out in the day and so forced him to do the same. The difference was.... he didn't have such a fatal flaw.... his breed could go out in the day and night, true hunters.

He heard a sound.

Hooves?

They were light though, leaving Demon with the impression of either a foal or a slightly built mare. He was hoping the latter.... after all, it wouldn't be sporting to kill a foal.

He wandered towarss the noise, the trees in the forest dulling it causing him to take an extra moment to actually find his prey. Sure enough it was a mare.... with a pelt filled with runes that almost glowed and a mane of many colours. Interesting enough..... and a plain regular, if any breed deserved to die it was hers. He nodded with a satisfied grin. He didn't see the point in the regular breed.... what was their purpose?

Still, a good victum if ever he saw one. The only question now... reveal himself or attempt it in secret? But even as he thought it he knew the answer, Demon had never been a coward to attack without his victum ever knowing who had done it... sure he wasn't against a sneak back attack, but that was simply taking advantage of the situation. Decided he wandered forward.... perhaps he could play with his victum first?

Perhaps this wouldn't be as boring as he had predicted, he thought with a smug grin as the mare tried to taunt him with her words. "Oh now.... that seems a little.... sudden?" He purred the words out, a habit he had picked up from being brought up with his mother -a pathetic excuse for a kalona, what had his father ever seen in her. With a shake of his head he dismissed such thoughts, he supposed if they had not got together he would never exsist..... and that was simply unacceptable.

Deciding that playing with his prey was definatly on the cards he walked around her, his spade tail gently touching -no more than a whisper- as he 'investigated her'. Sure enough her body was well made, muscles in the right places, meat in the right places..... and he supposed the body markings were attractive if you liked that kind of thing. Demon didn't. As he walked he spoke; "It's not as if you even know me....." He purred again, "I could be one of those...... nice...... Kalonas." To Demon the idea of Kalona and nice in the same sentance was an insult to thei kind..... Kalonas were NOT meant to be nice, they were built for flight, speed, destruction.... why simply abandon all that? It didn't make sence.

Playing was..... fun. He said as his smile widened, appearing more like a snarl due to his extended fangs.

Demon raised an eyebrow at the mare before laughing. "Good answer," At least they had something in common.... Kalonas were not nice! And anyone who claimed to be was a waste of the pelt they were born in.

A slight appreciation however did nothing to dampen his need to test his new found ability on his prey. "I will stop..... for now, not because you asked but because..." He took a step back, his snarled smile never leaving his lips. "...I have other plans for you."

Then Demon tried to remember what he had done last time.... focus.... concentrate.... imagine what you want and then will it to life.....

Death.... illness to rise..... consume her from the inside out.... death....

Only time would tell if it would work. With his last victum it had happened near enough straight away, unfortunitly it had faded just as quickly -most likely due to the unicorn blood running through his veins, or at least that was what Demon believed.

Will it work?
1- Yes
2- No
3- Yes, but only after a while.

Demon found himself frustrated as the mare made to walk away from him, to tried to focus harder -remembering that sometimes it took a while for the 'Black magic' to take hold. He grunted from the effort but soon relaxed when the mare fell to the ground.

He smiled. A wide, menacing grin that made his eyes appear even more eerie in the darkness. With a graceful stride he walked towards his prey and lowered his head to look into her face. He considered taunting her, and probably would.... but first he just wanted to observe her, taking in the beauty of his handy work... after all, he was positive this was his doing, not a fluke. he was shocked it had worked first time, but pleased.... perhaps this was a good sign, a sign that he was finally mastering it.

He simply watched and stared at her for a long while before the notion to speak was too overwhelming to ignore; "It seems.... that I have more power over you than you would like to think." He smirked, his grin wide and snarl like due to his extended teeth. "What a shame you were not nicer to me. You will die soon, too soon for my liking.... but that matters not." He grinned, thinking of all the possibilities this power could have if he could use it against those who dared threaten him. Destroy them before they became a threat. He liked that idea... alot!

Demon had to admit it.... he was impressed. Despite how weak she was she had still managed to struggle to her feet once more.... still, he was frustrated, his black magic was still weak? Or was it just that this mare was so resilliant and determined? His mentor hadn't really talked much about the effects of using black magic, not all forms at least, since it could materialise itself in many forms depending on the individuals weaknesses.

Annoyed or not, in the moment, with her couragous -although foolish- words floated in his head all he could was resist the urge to laugh. She had gall that was for sure. With a smirk he nodded, "As you wish..... but my magic is not cheating." He genuinely believed that, any creature worth their salt would all their skills to their advantage, be it a skill to read the stars, a skill to heal, a skill to fly high.... Demon's skill was just a little tricker than that, and apparantly unpredicatable. "Still...." He mused, taking a moment to watch a fresh flash of detemination course through the mares veins, it was clear she wanted to attack him; and if looks could kill he definatly be among their number right now. The fact was, he had been fighting with his hooves and teeth far longer than he had discovered magic; the scars on his body as testiment to that.

So.... without another thought or word he....

Attack roll
1- Charged an already weak Midnight and headbutted her, the bottom horn catching her slightly leaving a small wound.
2- His tail sways from side to side before striking the back of her front legs (around the knee).
3- Decided to procrasinate for a moment and circle her once more in an effort to work out what effects the black magic had had on her small form.
4- Demon smirked at her before taking a step towards her, putting his face close to hers so that their breath mingled and her scent filled his sences. He spoke; "I am going to enjoy this!" He narrowed his glowing eyes.

He laughed at the shake of her head, the obviously saw things different.... but his black magic was just as advantagous as a unicorn using their healing, or an Angeni using their power or higher flight against their opponants. Demon's power was simply more..... aggressive.

Demon half-circled her, the edges of his lips tugging higher up as she nearly fell back to her knees. She was weak.... and he had done this to her. The possibilities for this power were endless.... if he could control it, summon it at will.... well, that would be an achievement. Perhaps all the ramblings of his mentor had paid off after all.

He watched her, studying to see what the effects of his black magic had brought forth in her. Weakness..... but he couldn't see anything else physically, whatever was happening was inside. A shame, he would have liked to see her covered in boils and sores. The attack she was attempting to strike was easy to avoid, the effort and obvious strain on her body making it easy to predict while observing her.

He moved towards her head, shaking it with a 'tut' of disapproval. "Why m'dear, I do believe you will do yourself more harm right now. You are weak!" He pretended to think about it, turned his head lazily to one side and yawn from disinterest. "On second thought, do as you wish. You are no fun anymore." It was one thing to taunt and injured lion, but as far as Demon was concerned his fun here was done. The mare would remain weak.... she would not survive long, and Demon had too many plans for his new found ability to stay and watch.

He turned from her then, casting one last look over his shoulder before saying; "Thank you for making such an...... interesting.... victum. Even if you were too easy to take out." he grinned, his elongated teeth making it appear more like a snarl.

Then he started to walk off, without another backward look.

"I am not weak."

Midnight's voice tore through the air. The feeling of fatigue and lethargy was still with the mare and she knew that whatever the Kalona had done still lingered inside of her. But the sensation seemed weakened. Was it wearing off? However it happened Midnight wouldn't know but a small flame of resiliency had been lit inside of her at the taunting words that Demon had spoke. She needed to try and teach this stallion a lesson. It was imperative that she get at least one solid blow to avenge her fate. It would probably amount to signing a death sentence but her pride would not allow her to back down so easily. How could he just turn his back on her and walk away as if nothing had happened? Midnight dragged herself to her feet awkwardly.

In a way one would almost assume that she was ready to give up. Sure it'd be easier to just lay back down and let whatever would happen to pass. If only Demon had turned around - he might have seen a different image of the mare he'd left to die. A hoof scraped the ground with a feather light touch as she gathered what remained of her strength. The power it would take to score a direct hit would be costly but Midnight's Whisper was beyond caring now. Instinct had taken over. As silent as she could the mare began her charge.

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1 - Midnight is able to catch up to Demon and deliver a painful bite to one of his wings. (minor to moderate damage)
2 - Midnight misjudges her charge and rams painfully into Demon's backside. The impact might be painful but the jarring sensation knocks Midnight back to the ground. (Minor damage)
3 - Drawing parallel to the Kalona Midnight turns and lashes out with her hind legs striking Demon's flank. (minor damage)

(( I want Midnight to get in at least one hit on Demon. Just to salvage her pride. I don't care about repercussions. ^=^))