Broken Dream and Deathstone Wait For Another Victim

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Broken Dream: I walk calmly away from the cold mangled corpse of the black stallion and the blood splattered clearing, my white coat stained in blood and my icy blue eyes stilled filled with blood lust. I hold my head high proudly walking beside my companion Deathstone, her midnight black coat also stained in blood, the satanic cross on my right shoulder burning blood red. I smirk cruelly and toss my forelock out of my eye walking over to a river and lower my head drinking as Deathstone does the same. I look at my reflection in the river, my eyes now holding only hate, then up at the full moon above me as silver moonlight shines down on us. I walk into river the blood running off my body and into the river, Deathstone doing the same. I walk out of the river, my coat once again pure white, and look around then snort, the forest had become deathly silent after the screams of pain from the stallion had ceased, many horses underestimated me and Deathstone because of our size such as the stallion in the clearing, that was the biggest mistake you could ever make around us.