Ghost Town

Darian could hear soft pitter patter behind him but he didn't know what to think. *Someone's coming* Razúl spoke. Because their souls were connected they could feel each other's senses, feelings and thoughts, though Raz rarely ever felt anything. Wind blew his bright yellow mane and with it came the creature's scent. It was sweet and corrupted and it filled his dark lungs. A smile curved upon his red lips. He listened but the steps were so light and so quick there was no way it could be anything more than a small fox or large hare. Then, quicker than he realized, she was upon him. His white eyes traced down her attractive banded muzzle to her velvet soft lips to the wound upon her chest which leaked dark liquid that grew black roses. Black Roses. He thought. They’re just as corrupted as his soul that was half demon and half his own. His eyes raised to meet the giggly mare’s and her crimson specks. Darian’s attention then came to the sparks that danced across her back. It was strange and unnatural but then again he wasn’t that normal either. He stood too long and his hooves burst into flame while small pools of lava filled in the sand ditches his weight made. “Hello there my lady.” he said charmingly. Her sparks caught his eye again. “I am never alone.” he said mysteriously while a dark smile began to crack upon his face. A murderous look flashed across his face but only for a moment as he put Razúl’s murderous feelings aside. Something was different about her, something he liked. His dark smile remained as he spoke, “What might you be doing here miss?” he spoke smoothly.