Demons of vile origins, ghastly creatures of disgracefull pedigrees. Such were the taunts that rang through his skull, menacing words meant to slice and degrade.- they had surved their purpose well. Sticks and stones, sticks and stones, the lame retort his parents had always forced upon him; yet the truth remained that he would have gladly taken a barrage of weaponry over their ceasless insults any day, for emotional wounds cut so much deeper and it was these that refused to heal.

Kattanừ sliced at the water's edge, dagger-like talons penetrating it's azure surfaces easily. At his touch the waters parted, rippling outward, contorting his features in a grotesque manner. He glared downwards, a firey hate boiling in dark pools that even the deepest abyss paled to; and as he peered downward, past the serene surfaces of crystal waters, he saw only blackness. A radiating shadow that was indistinguishable from the lake bed and himself. Two seperate entities that were not so seperate afterall.

Shoulders squared, legs stiff, he slunk onwards, leaving a trail of hoof prints in his wake. Peering over his broad shoulders, past heavy wings, his path was clearly visable; a trail of hooves and claws sprinting after him in personified eagerness. A sickening feeling swept over him, one of utter disgust and self-hatred. How he despised everone around him, and because of them, how he despised himself. His life was an endless cycle of hate, of saddness, of rejection. No more could he stand the self reflection that the lake brought, the mirrored self image that he strove to leave behind; silent and solem he took flight, desperatly trying to seperate from himself in the process. Expectantly it failed.



Kattanừ landed with a grinding sound, the soul-tearing noise that came with stone upon stone. His talons ground into the rocky surface, sending a shivver up his legs, jaring him into a shaken state.

Silent he peered over the cliff, their crimson rocks lying beneath in menacing glory. Had not he deemed himself crazy he would have undoubtly thought far below it was life-blood that stained these heights; a rocky vantage point to view the endless lines of perished beings. A place of homicide perhaps, or of self-endused mishaps, it was impossible to tell. A contented sigh escaped his beak, an unidentifiable word that not even he knew, a sylable long cast from the language of his kind.

He watched contently as a stone fell from the cliff top, pressing ever closer to the precarious earth that lay beneath. A distant cry arose from it's life-less casing, a wail from within the very soul of the inanimate object. His dapple ears stood erect, straining to prove themselves wrong, to show that they had not really heard anything. "I am going insane..." He sat down perched atop the breast of the maroon boulders; as he did so yet another stone slipped from it's place, sending it along a similar path as the first. As it fell a second cry arose, a blood-chilling scream that could only come from the living, yet belted forth from the mouth of the mouth-less.