Chanticleer's brain ached with worry, his rival Jacques was up to no good for sure. He knew Jacques had a hatred for two things sun light and humans. Jacques always went big with things, but what could little old Chanticleer do? That vampire steed was sure to get a herd going and then join the ranks to rid the world of humans. He couldn't let that happen specially to Vincent he was a strange boy. Stranger then a Zombiecorn even but he was a good boy.
Chaticleer's hooves carried him into the day light hours, a time he did not visit often for fear of what it might do to his flesh. His worries plagued him though, that poor foal that Jacques was infecting mentally as well. What could he do? Wait where was he? Chanticleer had never been here before. He scanned the area dripping with the mornings mist. Could this be where he thought it was? Indeed it was in not to far distance he could see the castle of the human king. He had always wondered what it look like. Then suddenly a fear came over him he did not belong here. The King in his mind surrounded himself with perfect examples of what an Azreth should be and Chanticleer was an ugly freak of nature, nothing a King should ever have to look at. So he choose to stare at the castle for a moment wondering if he would have been perfect.......before the accident. No matter he was a monster and it was time for him to leave this area.
