hellscream, hell is empy, and the devils are here

The sky was a deep navy, peppered with glimmering stars in patches. And with each passing moment, dark forms in the sky smudged with hues of tangerine and pastel pink became broken by bits of light blue, swallowing those tiny diamonds. Bolder, darker lines of sturdy ebon faded to a de-saturated hodge-podge of navy-violet, and a second softer layer of magenta hued knolls. Fingers of a pristine light steadily stretched across the sky where the clouds would permit, the smudges in the sky saturated more and formed into wispy clouds.

Among the sands stood a lone silhouette of a muscular stallion.

In that moment, he felt like the only soul in the world to witness the marvel of this spectacular sunrise. It was then, he knew, this dawning was a new chapter for him. The crisp scent of dusty sands and stale life alerted him that this sandy badland sustained life. It seemed impossible! But in some small way -- herds of old had chosen to live here for one reason or another. Perhaps it was for the very scene he had witnessed for himself.

Days of travel had proven fruitful...for once.

And so the spotted red stallion went about his business to make this place of sand, rock and sky his home. His coat was tattered and rough, unlike his domesticated brethren (if you'd call them that..) with glamorous coats that shimmered. His mane and tail were both wild and unruly, broken by bits of white. The sands were awkward to travel for one as hearty and sturdy as he, but climate mattered for naught to one such as he; he was Hellscream. No matter how barren or fruitful, he has, and would, persevere.