Dissidia
The Revenant
(OOC Note - This was supposed to be a joke, but apparently we're actually doing this. So, yeah. Lol)
Friendship is Death...
Friendship is Death...
A black-colored horse with red eyes lamented over the corpses of the fallen strewn all around him. The blackened mane that hung over his eyes drenched in the lifeblood of the slain, just like the jagged sword that he held in his mouth. His muscular physique wore the savage wounds of war like a cape as battle scars lie weaved into his flesh, and he stomped in the head of the most recent equine that'd fallen to his blade. A scene of death and despair spanned as far as his eyes could see across the battlefield valley in every direction as the blood-colored sun slowly dipped behind the horizon as the lone, black horse stood among the dead. His hollow red eyes gazed out at the sky in solemn memory, only one thing echoed in the head of the lone horse. A phrase that carried far more weight than he ever thought it would.
Friendship is death...
