Sing the Lullaby of the Crows

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His name has the meaning of the bird of the devil. It matches him in all ways, perfectly. His name is Kuroi Karasu, the black crow.

The brute is strong, and intelligent. It is these traits that have helped him see five summers.

He is tall, even for his breed, though he cannot help this, as he is cursed, you see. He is 17.2hh. Not really too tall for his breed.

From the height, it is obvious that this monster is a draft beast. Indeed, he is. A friesian of pure blood.

Like any other pure friesian, he has the coat colour of the gates of hell. Of the darkness. He blends with the shadows oh so perfectly. He is as onyx as a crow.

This monstrosity has not a scare to mark his body. He is clean and sleek. There is really nothing extra to his pelt.

A vile beast that stalks the innocent. A merciless monster that would kill even a child to get what he wanted. If there is one brute that earns the title for sadism, it would be him. A sinful bastard. A stag that loves the taste, feel, and smell of blood. Who savors every crunch of bone beneath his weight, whom even enjoys the taste, smell and sight of his own blood. A murderer among murderers. A beast that would stop at nothing to have what he wanted, until it was his, or vanished completely.

This sick bastard is a master of trickery, able to use his charm to his advantage. Years have hardened him. Made him black, inside and out. He has gained intelligence, strength, experience. He is a masochist of all sorts, and his sadism is a great trait, or so he believes. He takes advantage of those around him, and is a skilled fighter, as he has always loved to battle. It is the love of battle that has given him the advantage of a warrior. The skills necessary to make his prey suffer and die a slow painful death. However, that is not where his sadism comes into play.

After he has watched his victims die slowly, he will rip their bodies apart, tear them limb from limb and scatter them around his battlefield. It it his warning that none should step in his way. He will even lick at their blood, as the taste appeals to him greatly, though he is no vampire horse.

The brute was always sick, some would say. Others argue and say that he was hardened overtime, so many rumors fly, spread. Change, and none of them, not a word of it true. The monster was born normal. A child of a happy youth, but always with the heart of a warrior, thanks to his father, the leader and warrior of the herd. However, as the young colt reached his sixth month of life, something horrible in him changed. He simply became sick and deadly. He would kill the other foals and simply leave them there. He didn't bother with them after they were dead. No one even expected it was him, since he himself was a mere youngling.

After he reached the one year mark, he would kill the others his age, younger, and even some of the elder mares. By this time, he would tear off a single limb, most of the time, it was the limb they actually managed to strike him with. If they didn't strike him at all, he simply tear the audits off their cranium.

Still, no one suspected it was him, and his father, worried that the yearling was next, trained him harder, created a masochistic beast that was trained to kill mercilessly. Of course, the training that Karasu had received, excelled that of the other colts. He was the master, and almost as skilled as his father. No one knew what they were creating, or that the threat lied within the herd. Not a soul knew. Or at least, they didn't.

During the summer of Karasu's second year, a young mare, wary of the brute, had begun to follow him around, always trying to find what he was up to. Only a select few foals has 'powers', and this particular filly, Jade, had the power to find demons within the soul, as it was described. She often times told the adult equines that Karasu had no soul, and that he should be banned from the herd. However, her words didn't frighten the brute in the least bit. As a matter of fact, the killings became more brutal. Now, the herd found foals, mares, and rogue stallions killed, torn limb from limb, and ripped open lying dead around the herd's lands. Each time, Jade would tell them who had killed the equines, each time, they claimed that she merely liked the stud and wanted his attention.

When the stag's third birthday approached, he found it time to let the herd know that Jade had been correct. He killed every foal, dismembered them, and then, he stood at the highest hill, and shouted down the truth. Every member of the herd was shocked. However, Karasu was something so strange. He killed off those that had doubted him, which, unfortunately for herd numbers, was almost all of them. He allowed his father to live, and Jade. His father, simply because the stallion had taught him all he needed to know to survive on his own for an eternity. Jade because she'd always known, and that made him glad. It made him feel more dangerous.

When he left the lands he called home, he wasn't surprised to run into battles. Each time, he tortured them. Then, he'd tear them apart, and rip them open. Each time, it was a warning that he was not to be messed with. He left a few mares with his seed, before he was banished to the lands of the cursed, where he knows that he will forever walk. Where he knows he'll die slowly as the days pass, but still takes his time and smiles as his own death.

The sadistic bastard has a very special power in store for those that come across his path, looking for a fight. He has the ability of mind-reading, which means if the next strike isn't a snap decision, he can surely counter you easily. However, he can also do one good thing. Heal. Not only others, but himself as well, though there is a downfall to this healing method. It weakens him greatly. Leaves him vulnerable for nearly a week.

Karasu has been cursed since he was six months old, but was not sentenced to the lands of the cursed until he wandered away and murdered more innocent around the age of five.

Karasu has but one weakness, and that is the fact that underneath all the black, a truly gentle beast is in deep sleep, waiting to be awakened.

[Velnias]

Need I say, accepted?

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Thanks again, darling.