Normal people scare him. Yes, exactly. He loathed those whom were not gifted, quite like his mother. But his father was an entirely different story, he had red eyes sure but, that was just a birth defect that was passed onto himself. Although there was one small problem. His father couldn't necessarily handle his ability. Yes truly pathetic in his mind. But at least his gift allowed him to escape the painstakingly boring herd land his father called his own. That's not just the best part. He was out and free on his own and he was prepared to start some trouble.
His body concealed with his gift of wondrous invisibility. He began on the prowl and stalk his victims. Many of the children within the field didn't see him coming. Yes, he was still learning his gift and, yes his body would not always stay concealed. It would flutter in and out in some circumstances and in others he would stay completely concealed.
His jaw would clamp upon multiple clumps of fur and flesh, ripping bloody peices out of multiple foals causing them to screach in extreme agony. His silvered tail lashed as he appeared behind a petite filly. Blood drenched his muzzle, almost the exact color of his eye candy red pools that skillfully examined his victim. She was small, and ever so easy to sneak up on.
Until, the girl decided to whirl around. His Crimson eyes locked with hers as she gasped in a pathetic tone. He didn't care. Not that he was spotted out that there were now multiple pools of blood upon the ground from his drenched muzzle. This is when he needed his ability most. He tried to conceal himself yet, it all brought him to err. He was now surrounded, his build flickering in trial to disappear.
He had never found a crowd of foals like himself to be typically horrifying. But the fact that his gift was backfiring made it even more terrifying.
As he said normal people scare me.
In a great effort the wretched eyed boy, kicked in concentration. Finally achieving his concealment once more, the silver dappled boy weaved through the crowd. His blood red eyes searching through gaps between foals, as he easily escaped the horde of watchful eyes of children.
His concealment fluttered once more traveling him a distance away from the others. He was alone. It seems his discord actions were over for the moment. He would just have to aimlessly sit about like a pathetic creature quite like the others socializing about.
He wasn't scared of them. It was those who were normal that frightened him, that fuels his anger to real havik upon the ungifted. Normal people scared him.
His body concealed with his gift of wondrous invisibility. He began on the prowl and stalk his victims. Many of the children within the field didn't see him coming. Yes, he was still learning his gift and, yes his body would not always stay concealed. It would flutter in and out in some circumstances and in others he would stay completely concealed.
His jaw would clamp upon multiple clumps of fur and flesh, ripping bloody peices out of multiple foals causing them to screach in extreme agony. His silvered tail lashed as he appeared behind a petite filly. Blood drenched his muzzle, almost the exact color of his eye candy red pools that skillfully examined his victim. She was small, and ever so easy to sneak up on.
Until, the girl decided to whirl around. His Crimson eyes locked with hers as she gasped in a pathetic tone. He didn't care. Not that he was spotted out that there were now multiple pools of blood upon the ground from his drenched muzzle. This is when he needed his ability most. He tried to conceal himself yet, it all brought him to err. He was now surrounded, his build flickering in trial to disappear.
He had never found a crowd of foals like himself to be typically horrifying. But the fact that his gift was backfiring made it even more terrifying.
As he said normal people scare me.
In a great effort the wretched eyed boy, kicked in concentration. Finally achieving his concealment once more, the silver dappled boy weaved through the crowd. His blood red eyes searching through gaps between foals, as he easily escaped the horde of watchful eyes of children.
His concealment fluttered once more traveling him a distance away from the others. He was alone. It seems his discord actions were over for the moment. He would just have to aimlessly sit about like a pathetic creature quite like the others socializing about.
He wasn't scared of them. It was those who were normal that frightened him, that fuels his anger to real havik upon the ungifted. Normal people scared him.
WAYLAN
-NORMAL PEOPLE SCARE ME-
@[Cassi]