Desreal: Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world;

MY DARLING, YOU LOOK LOVELY

Alcatraz lifted a savage head, the predatory curve of his muzzle outlined by the fierce but radiant glare of the moon. His breath was illuminated in the light; smoking tendrils curling from his flared nostrils. A faint and familiar scent trickled towards him on the breeze, and compelled, the monster sought to follow.

Some powerful urge in the back of his blackened mind urged the stallion to turn; but his curiosity, a banal but dangerous thing (perhaps Alcatraz, in his most natal form, was hardly more than a curious infant) compelled him to investigate. Beneath the clutch of winter every step he took resounded in a bone-crunching snap; each twig and dead leaf shuddered under his wake.

The familiar scent became recognition when he passed upon the source – a white stallion. “Severus.” His voice hissed, his eyes narrowed in pleased recognition and savage cunning. His voice cracked above the stillness of winter, and it acquired the same frostmourne, bitter tone as the dying season. He recognized the stallion, though he had not seen him for more than three long and arduous years.

His eyes focused upon a strange apparition before them and his gaze sharpened, his reptilian head reared as he observed the gemstone-like substance. His breath halted, suspended in time as he recognized the ominous presence of the shard. It called to him too, and instantly that wolfish, cruel cunning came over him and his muzzle split in a wide grin.

“What is that you have there?”

GLD. 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