It was that time of day when the chill and darkness of night was starting to warm and brighten. That strange time of day with the iced that coated the grasses would start to melt to form the dew of a brisk morning though the dusted greens were still crisp. Those dark creatures were seeking the shadows to avoid the light. And those innocent bright eyed creatures would be waking to greet the day. It was this strange time of day that a bloody Kalona called his waking hours. He was a odd stallion that seemed to be made of congealing blood pressed into the a stallion shaped mold. His eyes, the same color and texture of his coat and mane, looked around the twilight hours of the morning seeking any life that was caught out in the fading shadows.

Truth be told he was not overly interested if he found some life to amuse him, it was more a lazy habitual look that he was doing. Those eyes tat seemed to be carved from his body moved slowly as his powerful thickly feathered legs moved with equal calm and slow movements. Though those eyes showed the promise of backing the sharp fanged smirk that crossed his muzzle.

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