Desreal: EX-MAN LOOKING AT ME LIKE I'M LUCIFER -- OZYMANDIAS AND ELEMMIRE

MY DARLING YOU LOOK LOVELY
I'VE COME TO LAY YOU DOWN
UNCOVER YOUR HEAD AND SUBMIT TO ME
WE'LL MAKE A JOYFUL SOUND

A wane smile spreads across the darkened face of the stallion; it is intrinsically evil and bears no kindness for the world. Like the hollow of a gulch or the snarling chasm of an abyss it is sinister and empty, save for only the promise of blackness.

His allies came before him, not one but two; powerful and living beings capable of corporal punishment and divine disaster. He is pleased with the presence of the only two in the world who shared his nature. Theirs is a breed long extinguished, a valiant and deadly species of its own; stronger, far more capable and crueler than the normal and torpid equine race.

He flexed his powerful neck, watching the two with the trademark sneer across his distorted and ugly face. Ozymandias, a tank built like some giant and ancient monolith, stood before him, and Alcatraz knew he was ready for destruction. And dear, sweet and sinister Elemmire (her name defying her nature) hovered poisonously around them, her cold words echoing in the darkness of the forest.

He moves with a catlike grace through the trees, as if he were a liquid form condensed into a noxious creation. He moved fluidly around them, listening as they spoke. His dark mind expanded past the gloom of the shade and into the world of Solira, and hungrily he thought of their quest, carefully he plotted the demise.

“I would have some blood, my friends.”

And he turns towards the rocky shores of Solira, his mind and will bent on one thing, and one thing only.

brz. A L C A T R A Z

I DONT CARE IF YOU'RE BY YOURSELF
OR YOU'RE ALL ALONE WHEN YOU NEED MY HELP
KEEP THAT SMILE ON YOUR PRETTY FACE
CUZ YOU DONT HAVE MUCH I CANT TAKE AWAY