Today I sold my soul [Sibby]

[Mad Nysa]

Zuma walked down the shore of Spiagga Del Nord. She was already three weeks old and her looks had started to come in. Her coat was a bright colored chestnut, her mane and tail black, a white blaze on her muzzle, and four flame like socks that extend over the knees and her hocks. Already she had big visible muscles that she gotten from the infamous horse,Insanity. She had never seen her father, and whenever she mentioned to her mother, Eira she wouldn't say anything only look at the many scars that ruined her pelt. Her black hooves beat against the sand as she got farther and farther away from her mother sleeping on the sand. Something strange had been going on with Zuma,the insanity was growing inside her. Now she felt like killing something, anything. She gave a slight dark laugh until it grew and seemed to come from Insanity himself. She fell silent again,pondering about herself. Her mother almost never to her herd land and if she had to she hid her. Often her mother was give her a look of pure hatred and beat her. Zuma hated her mother, no despied her. Then she stopped again blown back by a heavy force. She wanted to kill her mother. She laughed again, even more like her father's. Her dull amber eyes shown with amusement as she stompped her hooves and held her head high.

Muse:Okay
OCC:Evil foal o.O
Music: Aint No Rest For The Wicked-Cage The Elephants

[sibber-chow]

Fire crackled wildly across her neck, the sensation of a soul for reaping tingling through her form. She could taste the sweet satisfaction already, for the soul was young, ripe, and easy to sway. Nostrils flared as dark instinct overruled all other sensation. Where, oh where, was the little sprite? She could almost smell the foal despite being miles away.

The closer she ranged, the darker the aura of a lost soul grew. This young one had a venom that Davi could respect, but that would not spare her soul from definite damnation. From days of youth, she would have no chance to turn back - she would rot for eternity in Hell, another soul for the Devil's collection, another rank for Davi's own hellish fate.

Blue orbs cast upon the foal, couldn't be beyond a few weeks old even, and already she contemplated demise of others. Davi had been gifted powers of the Devil's own - she could sense the deepest, darkest wants of a weak or burdened soul and she'd been graced a silver tongue.

Pushing herself into a light trot, the hellish beast cut off the foal's path. Each following words she chose carefully - no riddle or complexity so the young mind could fully grasp each phrase. There would be no need to use trickery in language with this one... Davi could sense it would be an easy soul to claim due to darkness harbored within the sprite.

"Such a darkness in your soul, little one. It is blood that you thirst and hatred in your veins - but you are so very young. You are so incapable of the vengeance you deserve child. You mother rests there, so undeserving of each breath she gasps, denying you the right to even be noticed. Ashamed of you even." Shaking her head, Davi lowered her crown to the fledgling. "I can help you find your mother's demise at your hooves, if you're willing to make a deal?" As the words hissed from her lips, a venomous smile curved and she waited.