[Indi]

The two-toned colt stumbled from the scene of carnage, limbs shaking, barely able to hold himself upright, mismatched eyes flooded with tears of grief, confusion, horror and fear. He had to get away. Away from the scene of death from which he staggered. Gulping for air, yet wincing with each breath as it sent shockwaves of agony through his aching cranium. Never in his life had his head ever hurt like this, though in truth he barely noticed beyond the instinctive reactions of his body to the pain, too consumed with the less tangible things that he felt at the moment. Strongest of all was the anguish of grief that pierced his heart, unlike any sorrow he had ever felt before. Even now, Sigma could still see their torn, bloodied bodies. Mama Kee and Caliber... He had been too late to save them. They were dead. Dead and it was his fault. If he had just been faster, if he had just chased the attackers away instead of seeking to end their miserable lives in a sudden bloodlust he had never expected, maybe Mama Kee and Caliber would still be alive now

The bay-masked three-year-old felt confusion and horror too. When the attackers were dead, instead of checking on Mama Kee and Caliber first, something had drawn him to the bloody gashes of the attackers he had killed - and what those attackers were, he found that he could not seem to remember. Some part of him felt it odd not to be repulsed by the scent but instead drawn by it; however, any logical thought had abandoned the boy to something new awakened within him. Which had left him feeling horrified when sensibility had reawakened at last and he had realized that he had been lapping away at the blood pooled on the broken carcasses of the attackers, about to do the same with the body of Mama Kee. The shock that he could have almost treated Mama Kee's body in the same manner as the vile creatures to attack her and Caliber, the fear that he could so easily lose control of himself like that... it had driven him, at last, to stumble away from the scene of violent death, though the youth was utterly unaware that it had not been his adopted mother and brother killed by attackers that he, in turn, had killed, but a meek trio of deer that had not known that death descended upon them until it was too late.

Sigma had no idea where he was now or how to get back to familiar terrain. He felt claws grabbing at his flanks and he squealed in fear, trying to lash out with hind hooves, while still trying to run forward. Sigma dare not glance back at what was grabbing at him, too frightened by what had just happened and unsure what he might see now. Perhaps he would have seen the branches that were brushing at his lean frame... or perhaps he would have seen grotesque monsters...

Character;; Sigma
Tagged;; Open!
Notes;; <3
Timeline;; 3 years old; right after event that triggers his vampirism

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Another war was ravaging Wild Equines and Terror was utterly am used by it. He'd not gotten himself involved in the chaos and bloodshed, deciding instead to watch from afar. He had, at one point, considered joining The Howling Keep as a guard for the King and Queen, but he'd not been able to contact the King when he'd tried, funnily enough. He hadn't made an attempt again to contact him, nor the Queen, because he figured if they were too busy for him, then what was the point? He wasn't going to waste his valuable time when he could be doing something much more interesting and fun than having political conversations. Besides, he doubted the King and Queen would be willing to trust him considering what his heritage was, for Terror hailed from the bloodlines of Necropolis and Lucifer - the fearsome duo that had ruled Carnevale Letale. As far as he knew, he was the only remaining one from the bloodlines. His triplet siblings were long gone, and he'd not seen or heard from anyone he had been related to since Diavolo had been Lord of the Underworld. He did miss his family and the chaos they had caused, but all good things must come to an end, he supposed.

Chuckling to himself, the massive 18.1 hand draft brute moved his heavily feather limbs to carry him through Nomalanga. The rainforest was hot and humid, but he'd heard tell of a waterfall located somewhere within it and, seeing as he was bored out of his mind today, he figured he would try and find it. He cared little about the dangers that lurked within the thick foliage, because he wasn't afraid of anything, truly. He walked at a quick and steady pace, leaves rustling around him, masking the sound of another equine rushing through the trees until he came to a halt to study his surroundings. It was then that he heard the rushing of another horse through the terrain. Figuring it would be amusing to interact with someone, he began to stalk after the sound, hoping that the stranger's rushed steps would hide his own carefully calculated ones.

After a while, he spotted a bay and white figure up ahead and Terror let out a shrill whistle, hoping to spook the other. Not for any particular reason other than he liked to frighten others. "You seem in a hurry!" he called out, his tone humored and arrogant. "Where you going in such a rush?" He could not see the bloodied front half of the other equine, walking where he was now, behind him, but he could swear he could pick up hints of the scent of blood in the air... Was this guy hurt or something? He wasn't moving like he was hurt but sometimes it was hard to tell.


Tagged: Indi w/ Sigma
Words: 472
Character: Terror
Notes: This should be interesting
Timeline: 7 years 5 months, early summer, mid-day?, before it it public knowledge that Selven is missing