A murky brown plet moved amoung the dead trees. His evil orbs fell on the dead bones of old dark equines and he dropped his cran in respect.

My friends

he hissed, before stepping over them and moving on. the small stallion came quickly to a hillock and looked over the terra.

even the dust is dead

he mused under his breath. he could catch the pelt of a few equines, but none that stood out. With a slight snort he turned and looked into the harsh sun. Snarling at the rays he shook his pelt and got back to what he had come here to do.

rearing high he let out a loud call for the royals to come and hear him.

The devil had been enjoying time with his new heir was a call drifted to him on the winds. Bidding his beauty to stay with the bantle, he took off alone towards the intruder. Not that he had any reason to fear the equine. After all, immortal Legesain, feared no one. The stallion's strong pillars carried his frame over the land with amazing swiftness. Members of his herd moved aside as he passed, They all knew who he was, there was few who didn't. His souless crimson pools and pelt to match had became a legend. He was something light mares told about to their foals to keep them from being bad. Legesain had earned immortality in more ways than one. Soon his gaze fell on the roaming stallion. The bastard's skin matched that of the disgusting soil of the terrain. Legesain, librims curled into a snarl. He was practically a god now, so what was this mortal doing in his lands uninvited? A few feet away the brujo came to a halt, his crimson pools looking over the wretch before him, judging him. Finally the brute allowed cold tones laced with malice to escape his windpipe. "Why have you set foot on my lands bastard?"

ooc; i'd almost forgotten about this post! hehe!

The equine lowered his cran into a deep bow, his orbs never leaving the demon.
I come to pledge service to you, O Demon. the brute stepped forward, speaking this time in a low hiss.
I desire only one outcome, an outcome that must surely agree with that of yours, and that is too see only darkness. I beg of your leige to use this humble servant before you to allow this desire to come to pass.
the murky stag lowered his cran again, stepped away from the immortal soul.

ooc: sorry that was me, forgot to log in!

The bloodied pelt glistened in the pale sunlight. The land seemed to have began changing ever since the dark czar returned to his hell. Twisting to match it's shadowed master's heart. The dictator could only smirk slightly at this observation. Another reason they needed to conquer the light's lands. Their own lands were dying, forcing them to find more suitable terrains. After Legesain had defeated his foes, perhaps where he onced stood would become the homes of the sun kissers. A cruel and happy thought to the king. His attention moved back to the bastard who now pathetically bowed before him. Soon all equines would no longer treat him like a king....he would soon be a god. As the brujo stepped closer the higher class czar turned his head as if he had caught wind of a foul smell. Yes, Legesain's social standards were a growing threat. He was slowly beginning to see the peasants of the lands in the same light the heavenly drowned in. The lower ranked were merely unimportant pawns. At this thought the stag glanced again towards the heap of hide before him. Perhaps this over eager stallion would be useful in some of the royal's dirty work. "Very well, you may stay bastard. But do not near my mares or others of the royal rank. You will only come when called." With those words the devil turned and galloped off, an example of his power was laced within each great stride.