The Phantom soquili's hooves clashed with the ground as he walked through the forrest and through open glades, like a lost soul trying to reach its destination. His silvery orbs casted themselves to the stars and he ran off a cliff diving to the oceans cerulean waves and his hooves glazing the waters slightly.
His wings backed as he slowed into its shallow waters, feeling the waves collided with his chest as it heaved, breathing heavily. His pale mask glinted in the moon, in the darkness it could have been regarded as a marking.
His wings backed as he slowed into its shallow waters, feeling the waves collided with his chest as it heaved, breathing heavily. His pale mask glinted in the moon, in the darkness it could have been regarded as a marking.
