It was dark, dreary. Even the moon was hiding behind a thick gathering of clouds, casting the world in near blackness. Not everything was still and dark though, and in the faint glow of acidic green eyes the dainty points of a colt's unnatural fangs could be seen in the night. Zombie was on the move once more, ever wandering from place to place, traveling primarily at night to hide from the unfriendly rays of the baring sun. Perhaps they did not cause him physical pain, but he preferred the darkness to the light. Roaming by the guiding glow of his own eerie green flames.
He was currently traversing the area around the edge of some great, murky swamp. The air damp and humid, thick and almost hard to breath, and smelling strongly of decaying plant life. And below that was the stench of death. Something had died here recently. Some deer or a wolf, large, but not humongous. Nose twitching, he scented the air, turning in the direction of death, and chuckled softly to himself. "Poor beast."
Idly he turned in that direction, wary of the growing number of puddles and the water that threatened the eerie green flame that licked at boney ankles. He wasn't sure if the fire could be snuffed out, nor what it might do to him, but he wasn't so very keen to find out. Still, he was curious, and he let that wonder lead him further into the swamp, imagination running wild with images of half eaten carcasses and scattered viscera. Now wouldn't that be a treat?
