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Demon was bored.... he had let his faviourite play thing go, disowning it as bitterly as could. Rhea... a pretty mare that he could not allow himself to string along any longer.

He growled, suddenly angry at himself. With a stomp of his hoof on the ground he looked around for... a distraction. That was when he saw the water, and an idea came to mind. Water at night usually attracted nocturnal creatures.... sport for him to play with.

With new determination he headed towards the water.

When he got closer he spotted a shadow, but it was more than that though.... it had substance and body, movement and soul. Perhaps he would get a good fight out of this whole thing after all!

Silently he moved towards the creature, acting with nonchalance as ignored it to take a drink. Those that didn't know him would probably believe the act, but in reality he was concentrating, using it as an opportunity to gain information on this strange creature beside him. Demons eyes glowed in the dark, white orbs that looked like two stars shining out of his face, yet as he looked at the waters surface he saw what seemed to be the flickering of gas and flame mixed together.... he had never seen such a sight before.

Demon continued to ignore the strange creature, looking on via his peripheral vision. He noticed several interesting features... and weaknesses. The most interesting to Demon seemed to be the unique spikes and claws growing from the creatures chest.... they reminded Demon almost of a kalona, especially coupled with the long fanged teeth, but without horns or wings Demon wasn't ready to suggest Kalona blood... after all, all manner of strange creatures inhabited the land.

When the stranger spoke Demon paused for a moment, refusing to turn his head until he was 'ready'. It took a moment before he finally turned his head with lazy interest, "Evening," he growled out, his voice a deep rumble, "....hmmmmm...." He said with a sigh, not wanting to actually answer for lack of interest in the subject matter.

He then took a moment to look the other stallion up and down, making no effort at all to hide his gaze as he ran it up and down the stallion's form. There was something so familar yet so foreign about him.... but Demon couldn't put his hoof on it, pushing it aside for thought later on he returned his gaze to the stallions face. "Are you tough?" He asked, once again in lazy interest and his growled voice. The was a reason behind Demon's question, those who claimed to be tough usually weren't... those who remained silent had potential... and those that said no were not worth his time. Looks could be decieving after all.

Demon watched the stallion before returning to the water's edge for another small drink. He remained silent for a moment, considering the stallions reaction.... part of him suspected that he did have force to back up his looks, but perhaps he didn't readily use it? The stance suggested he was preparing to bolt if needed... though bolting to form a vantage was something Demon could respect.

With a shrug of his shoulder, and a lick of his lips -with a much smaller tongue than his 'companion'- he turned to look at him, eyes aglow. "No reason... simply determining if you are worthy of my time.... or not." For a moment he simply stared before finally doing another lazy shrug as he turned to look at his reflection in the water's glossy surface.

The surface revealed many things, a near monotone reflection of himself and the stranger beside him flickered and rippled before him. Similar yet different. Two forces of nature.

Demon's ears suddenly twitched and he turned his head to the look over the stallion at what had caused a disturbance in the distance... it was quite far away, but with his glowing eyes and his skill at spying things in the dark he noticed the form of a small fox... no older than a youth... wandering from the safety of its burrow into the open. Foolish little creature.

A grin appeared on Demons face....

Demon couldn't resist or stop the chuckle that left his lips, the stallion had guts he had to give him that. The laughter however only lasted a moment before disappearing into nothing as if it had never been there at all.

However now Demon's attention was divided between the stranger and the Fox.... and for a moment he contemplated what to do. Moving after the creature would reveal some of his moves and intent, yet Demon really didn't want to pass up the opportunity.

It took only a moment, and since Demon was more of an 'act now - think later' kind of guy it didn't take long for him to make his decision. Slowly he walked around the stallion, eyes focused on the stranger to ensure that he didn't move to attack while he considered Demon 'off guard'... it would be a foolish mistake for him should he try something. Safely away from the creature he turned his focus onto the Fox.

Ears twitching, muscles flexed below his pelt, rippling with eagerness to move with a power, speed and stealth that few ever saw coming from him. Demon had been trained for war, forced to fight for his life over and over again for the sick delights of Blood-Queen Lana'thel... he hated those memories, but he supposed the skills had proved useful in part. Glowing eyes scanned the area, saw his shot and with a flash of movement aided by a swift flap of his wings to speed his start he jumped into the air before pouncing.

The creature didn't see it coming, and with Demon's usual grace despite his large size the deed was done. Blood covered Demon's teeth as he gripped the creature by its neck, the last of the body tremors causing it to twitch and shift in his grip. Satisfied he dropped the limp body and tore a strip off to feast on. Blood dripped on his usually white fangs, sliding with the flesh down his throat... it was... delicious.

Demon silently stalked back towards the waters edge. Dipped his muzzle into the cool liquid and watched for a moment as the blood flowed away, the last of the evidence upon his body that he had even killed. It was strange to think that the life of the fox was so easily forgotten and erased.... and although he hated the idea, he couldn't help but wonder if his own exsistance would be eradicated so easily one day. Of course, that would take one hell of an opponant! And the fight would be worth it.

After he was done 'grooming' himself, he turned his attention back to the stranger, noticing how he was spitting scales out into the water. A flash thought came to him, two predators had struck and two creatures had died. Swift as a blink of an eye.

A feral sort of grin spread upon his face, "So... what is your name." It was more a demand than a question, Demon was after all used to getting his own way in most things.

"Demon." He said it with a purred growl, he was proud of his name and in many ways he lived up to it and beyond it... after all, he was a demon! A specimen worthy of the title kalona, he enjoyed toying with his prey, he enjoyed the taste and smell of blood and most of all, he was not afraid to do what was needed. Those 'softer' soquili where pitiful in their need to always show mercy, to see the best in others... there was no such thing. Everyone had a shadow following them, with some you could simply see it....!

He took a moment to examine Chemosh again, not bothered if he made the other uncomfortable... there was something so familar, so similar... but Demon couldn't put his hoof on. Demon's mind was sharp enough to note that the other stallion seemed to be doing the exact same thing.

Demon remained silent for a time, until finially he asked; "Where does your family line fall?" Perhaps there was a similarity due to blood? If so... Demon could almost bring himself to respect the other stallion, this Chemosh. Demon's line was rooted in dragons, the mystical creatures that brought terror and fear beyond that of a mere Kalona.... of course that was also the reason why his black magic was not as strong as a pure bred Kalona, Dragons were more brute strength than inner magic... but like with most things, Demon's determination and stubborness wouldn't let him give up. He would be the best. He would outshine even those with the purest ties to the shadows.... for he was a force of nature all of his own!