Horcrux.

[Horcrux]

In Character
Full Name: Horcrux Vervain
Gender: Male
Species: Venteval
Colouring: Light grey
Rank: Venteval Leader
Note- Greater detail coming soon.

Sample Post:
The moon had long since rolled casually across the sky, and now watched over the world from its precarious position, bathing everything on earth in a pale glow. The welcoming conifers and shrubs of the forest had already turned into haunting, knotted bundles of spikes that seemed to contort in the darkness, and for the most part, there was silence. But this peaceful atmosphere was ruined by a soft, rhythmic beat that was growing louder and louder, the pulse of the sound becoming faster as its creator came closer to its destination. The culprit emerged, giving a piercing whistle, and slowing instantly. The sound stopped as the beast became still, his dark eyes flashing dangerously in the dim light. It was a stallion, grey in colour, and only a few inches taller than the largest of ponies. He had an elegant face, and a thick neck, which coupled with his sloping shoulders and deep chest, gave him a powerful confirmation.

The stallion snorted softly, his nostrils flaring as he took in the scent of the tree sap, the damp soil, and enjoyed the feeling of exhilaration that it offered. But he was not merely passing to enjoy the scenery; the grey male had a far more serious reason to be in the forest. From what he could see, the land was unoccupied - a perfect excuse to stop and take the throne for himself. The Paso Fino took in the landscape, ears twitching rapidly, before taking a slow step forward. He had a good feeling about the situation; it seemed that life had chosen a lucky card for the stallion. He threw his weight onto his hind legs, balancing on two limbs, and kicking at the air with his front hooves. The beast's pale mane rippled as a gust of wind caught it, giving him a spectral appearance that was somewhat unnerving. Perhaps under normal circumstances, the male would have been slightly uncomfortable about being alone in the forest. As it was, he felt perfectly at home, acknowledging the fact that his time had indeed come.

A rush of euphoria filled the stallion as he leapt back onto all four limbs, tossing his head in the air in an act of pride, and breaking the silence with a deep growl. "I, Deimos, claim this land, and the throne of the Malkeiri. Challenge me, and die." His words were harsher than he intended, for the male did not particularly want to have to battle to the death to protect his new home, but they seemed to fit the occasion. It was a dark night, and he felt slightly crueler than usual, front legs stretching out in front of his body as he bolted into a flat-out gallop, throwing his weight from side to side to keep his balance as he swerved in and out of the trees, tail flowing freely behind him. The Paso Fino had not felt as good for ages; his mind was full of the feeling that he was on top of the world, looking down at every other lifeform in existence, and knowing that he was free to do as he wished. Yes, life was good, and something, somewhere, told Deimos that it was about to get even better.

Out Of Character
OOC Alias: Hunter
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