Post by Tazzin on May 19, 2013 16:03:40 GMT -7
Burned hoof prints remained across the lands, leaving a trail from where the beast has came from, what little snow remained was now a puddle of water putting out the burning fire. Smoke began to smother the area where he stood as nostrils flared. He was indeed a ragging fire breathing beast.. Ears perked forth, scanning the terrian as he looked upon all the other equines who quickly moved out of his way, and out of his slight. So... this was it?. This was the place where a few offspring of his has decided to call home? rather disgusting if you asked him. Nonetheless, he wasnt here to make home, he wasnt even here to start a new life. He was here to finish something he should have finished a long time ago.
Aged bodice moved once more, muscles danced beneath the brutes beaten, scared up bodice. It was safe to say he had been a warrior and possible a well warrior at that. Coming to a hault, the brute looked around, his appearance wasnt pleaseable to be around, not even pleaseable to look at unless things like this didnt bother you. Besides his body being beaten to hell and torn to hell, his face.... Most could call him half face or even wo face for the skin from his skull down to this nostrils seemed to have been torn away. Like someone or something had pelt the flesh back way down to the bone.
He was a scary beast. A beauty and the beast type of look. But with being eighteen years old, with multiple children. He didnt care what his appearance looked like. He didnt care what others said or thought of him, his looks, attitude, or anything. He could give two shits about another living, breathing, human-bean if it wasnt himself. That what just Ghost Reach for it, that was just the brute many back at home called the Ghost Rider was... He was a selfish, cold hearted bastard who carried for only himself. He wasnt here to please anyone, he was here to finish the life of his first born, of his first mistake who was not a threat. A disgrace, a worthless brat he never wanted in the beginning. Here was here to kill of the legendary and legacy of GhostLock himself.
And who would stop me?. Obviously no one could. Mind was brought back to reality as the ruffle of leaves interrupted his train of thought. Looking over his shoulders, he watched, awaiting for the appearance of whoever it is behind him to appear in front of him.