Entry Of A [De]mon

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Each muscle stood out proudly from the stags frame, as his stood, watching around himself. His orbs gazed blankly at everything that moved, or that didn't move. It didn't matter to him. He gave a gruff snort, the blood-red of his holes echoing outwards, as if it were screaming. The temptation to kill all in his path was strong, but his self-control was stronger.
Killing everything took you nowhere. The occasional life was feesable, but dirtying the land made it pointless. Memories of Envy's past stood out on his worn coat. Scars etched deep into the skin, leaving pinkish lines across his pure white coat, and the odd black scar from years back. But not one speck of dirt. Not one.
His long feathers held over his body perfectly, the occasional strand straying from the pack, but other then that, he could have been a statue, for his was so still.

Everything about him was eerie . The way he watched. The way he stood. Even the way his chest rose and fell with each and every breathe. Nothing looked normal about him, for it wasn't. He images came regularly now, rather then just as night as they had when he was a colt. He could see many deaths, but none of equines currently, for none were near. Only of birds and smaller mammals, being killed by predators.
But, he still saw little bits of his own memories within them. The feeling of betrayal in the animals eyes, as he had felt for his sire and dam. The blood around a cougars mouth, stained in the same shape as when they killed the others.
Only the slightest of detail, but he noticed them, for he could never forget the foul images that had bombarded his mind, and sent his parents into disappointment, and exiling him.

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PERSEUS

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Drops of icey water, shaded copper from mineral deposits that lined the hollow walls fell from the roof, coldly hitting Perseus' grey rump. He stood firmly, facing the mouth of the squat cave, his small ears held flat over his damp head. His hooves had half sunk into the muddy soil floor, black water filling the engraved hoof marks, rising around his pasterns. It was too cold for flies - the horse's coarse black tail hung limply, held just above the sludge on the ground, hairs tangled and crusted with dried grime. Bright veins of water trickled down his back, forging white lines out of the darker muck which had come to rest upon his pelt.

Perseus raised his sizeable head, and let his cheek rest against the jagged cave wall. His pink tongue flicked from his mouth, a motion exposing rough, yellow teeth, and lapped the water trails from the sodden stone with slow, almost gentle movements. He pulled away, the hairs on his muzzle flecked with sparkling drops, as the sun of the day peeked into his shallow hide-away, sending small rainbow's skittering through the water beads. A faint line of blood welled up from a scratch on the horse's cheek, a mark from the sharp edges of the rock. Perseus couldn't feel it.

The horse stepped forward, a sucking noise sounding loud in the small grotto as he pulled his hoof free. The sound was followed again by another, and another as he propelled himself forward, out of the mouth of the cave where the sun shone coldly down upon its barren land. Another day of his tedious journey. The stallion shook his dappled head, and snorted, his nostrils flaring and white vapour gushing from them. His piercing black eyes glittered from under a heavy brow, taciturnly observing the windswept earth. They paused in their motions, resting on a figure not to far from where Perseus stood. The stallion pricked his ears in cold interest, a hard inquisitiveness adorning his features. The shape stood, as he had the night before, unmoving, perhaps lost in thought but any other horse was a threat.

The horse started forward, his pace picked. His chest was thrown out, and head held high, ears flat and a squeal at the tip of his tongue. He made no move to conceal his presence, his teeth gritted as he neared the white horse. An Andalusian.
Tossing his head, Perseus stopped a mere few feet from the stallion, almost an opposite being. For where the white horse stood perfectly still, Perseus was charged with motion. His tail snapped against his hindlegs, and his hooves patted the ground, causing small flurries of beige dust to rise. Flaring his nostrils again, the stallion spoke, his words sharp and clipped. "Bachelor. You have the scent of death. Your body is not young yet you look strong and have a dominance about you. What is your purpose?"

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Envy

The gouged holes in his skull briefly darted to the echoing sound of a voice. Envy gave a sigh, through nothing but having consumed too much air in his earlier breath. His gaze was cold, as he stared meaninglessly at the opposing stag, his orbs boring into his flesh.
He looked over his figure, vaguely studying him up, mentally noting where each and every scar was, for it was compulsory in his mind-frame, that every new-comer he may come across was to be seen in one of his many visions some time or another.
It took him many moments, after capturing almost a perfect picture image in his mind, before he answered the supposed statemented question, thrown at him.
"My purpose you ask, yes."He paused momentarily, before continuing on his speech,

"My purpose, is to stand here, and watch. My purpose, is to be as motionless as a rock, but as fluid as a tree. My purpose, is something that does not mean of any interest to you, but still, I shall tell you. My purpose, is to capture images in my mind, of deaths. To watch innocent, or maybe guilty, animals be brutally murdered, before my own eyes, before it has even happened before. My purpose, is to be a living hell to all that run into my midst."

His eyes almost clouded over again, but still, he seemed to be focused on the stag. For one reason, of which he did not know, Envy didn't have the urge to make the stags a living misery, but to do nothing. The confusion spilling around his mind was unknown to anyone but himself, for the strength within him, could hold off just about anything.
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