I Am That Which You Lack.

I'm not but Darkness

He awoke with a start from his slumber within the keep. Jerking awake as the rift bestowed upon him a new trial. One he would never do. Could never do. Partake of the flesh of a Cervavo, a Peacock Deer. A creature he had saved from the screechers. His tender heart would not allow him to seek out and take of one's flesh. Stealing from another was one thing. Physically harming them for a selfish goal was entirely different. Let the land punish him, he refused to do it. Inwardly his voice growled at the weak heart that powered the stallions body. The lack of resolve, the lack of bloodlust and drive to do what was needed. It was sickening. As the night drew on, the massive stallion drifted off to sleep once more, firm in his resolve to not harm the deer within the forests of Solanis.


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A dark figure stood within the keep as the not-crown rose from its slumber. It lumbered through the building, paying no mind to the being that slept. It's gauge was awkward as it trailed smoke. It shuffled its wings, feathers falling from one as they left a scattered trail from its resting place to the door. More drifted off of the left wing, leaving ragged patches that revealed a fine membrane beneath. The other remained normal, retaining its feathered covering as the massive beast walked. It lifted its head, letting out a warm breath that misted the air as it's jaw parted far further then a horse's should naturally spread. A long, serpentine tongue escaping from behind carnivorous fangs to taste the air. Two eyes, one gold and reptilian the other storm grey and equine, gazed at the moon that hung in the frigid sky. The silver light glimmers off of chaotic mesh of brown fur, green scales that glimmers like oil, and the fiery orange that touched him two front legs and single hind one. His massive ail swung lazily, shedding patches of fur in steaming smoke.

Massive wings unfurled, more feathers fell as the beast lumbered into the air. The creature rose into the sky like a black cloud. An amanous storm that angled towards the jungle of Solanis, a murderous bloodlust within its mismatched eyes. Not-Roscorro descended upon the jungle in silence, its eyes alight with a barely repressed flame. It landed upon the ground, smoke billowing from it mouth as it licked its scaled lips. Eager for the hunt. Eager for blood. Scenting the air it no longer lumbered as it stalked through the forest. It moved with a deadly purpose A silence like unto the creeping of the reaper himself as it searched for its prey.
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You stole my light. And left my soul to die.
Darkness is my world now.
Darkness I will be.
And darkness will be your end.
Stealer of the light.

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