Rainforest Cliffs
Everything is silent.
Whatever is out there holds its breath as the beast stalks through the forest, his steps so silent he might have been floating. The vines whisper a greating as he passes, gently grabbing at his white mane and tail as they drag over the ground. The sun finds holes through the trees and shines on the dapple grey, making his shattered crimson horn shimmer. It was rare times like these that Bates could think back to his time as general; he was power, he was fear, he brought terror. Now he was nothing. That would change very soon, he would be feard again.
Bates broke through the wall of vegitation and stood at the edge of a cliff, the rock slightly crumbling under his hooves and falling into the dark abyss below. Lowering his body slowly he laid down at the edge letting his large hooves hang off the edge, using his leg to push up his glasses. The stallion let his four lilac eyes close halfway as the sun shone down on his body relaxing him. Both his long mane and tail hung off the cliff blowing gently in the breeze.
Bates' ripped mouth opened wide in a yawn releasing a silence shattering screech to echo and bounce off of the trees.
The man was a beast all he knew was to kill and enforce fear upon others. Bates supposed he had his parents to thank for that, they made him into a war machine and he would not stop. Thanks to the gods that was ensured. Drinking the gods blood on the battlefield that day gave him immortality, and so he would kill and kill forever. The stallion was a war machine and the world his victim.
OOC::: @Anai Super excited! <3
