The time to be silent is over. No more sticking to the shadows. We will teach them true terror.
The shadows of the storm create the perfect lighting for his first victim. He would only need to find someone left alone in order to create the best dramatic scenario. The puppet master would not be revealed, yet, but the puppets were already in motion. He would start here terrorizing the locals while his accomplice took to the Lagoon to scout out their current structure. The plan was in motion.
Beloved sticks to the dark depths created by the darkening sky. Typically, it was hard for him to blend in with the power white snow against his black coat, but in the cover of night only his hoof prints gave him away. Shit, he cusses in his head as golden eyes catch a glimpse of a horse in the distance looking at him. Had they seen him? Beloved didn't stick around long enough to find out. He quickly decides to move his position out of the veiw of the two toned horse.
But she was now coming him way. Beloved freezes as words of cusses fill his mind. His body slowly turns to face the mainly white mare head on as she takes slow steps towards him. Does she know the monster she was approaching? Could she know the danger she was putting herself in? The mare eventually stops and utters some nonsense, but this is when he notices something. Her eyes do not directly look at him.
It was quickly decided what he must do. A hoof scrapes at the snow beneath him as his head slightly lowers. An intense, peircing, gave never lets off her until he finally strikes. The stallion suddenly charges towards her with a scream. His neck stretches out with teeth aiming to grab her tender flesh.