-Save me from the Nothing I've become.
{. Dark . Pained . Possessed . Secretive .}

Rain thundered over the plains of waving green grass, wind blowing it almost at a horizontal rate, making it rip through the foliage. It was nightfall, and not a single speck of light shown. Thunder boomed, and lightning flashed, a pair of blood red eyes watching the entire sight. The long fur on his head was held back by a tattered brown band, his bangs falling down over his face, plastering to it because of the rain. His fur was almost pure black in color, an extremely deep grey. This was an exception for his cheeks, ear insides, underbelly, and the tip of his tail, which is a rusty red. His sharp hooves were a deeper rusty color, as well as his horns. Around his neck was a tight red collar, upon it a dark red ruby. And upon his right, front ankle rest a delicate silver ring, a single little diamond on it. A dark black scar rest under his left eye, a kind of curved triangle. Looking up like he was in some sort of pained trance, he bore his fangs, and growled, flaring large bat-like wings. In a flash of lightning, he was gone into the darkness once again.

Quemadmodum possums scire utrum vere simus an solum sentiamus nos esse?